An Encounter
You began going through the moves that May taught you, slowly relaxing into the serenity it brought you, remembering all of the times she ‘d reminded you to control your emotions. Smiling at the thought, you traveled outside of your room, to check out the gym that supposedly resided in the basement, although no one in the hotel said anything of it, it was there. State of the art equipment lined the walls and a square red mat in the center of the room. It reminded you the base with its simplicity and extravagance at the same time.
You started off with a run, just to warm up your legs, then switching to one of the punching bags, hoping to relieve some of the built up stress from your most recent nightmare, when you felt the vibrations growing stronger. Not yours though, someone else, much bigger than you and you recognized the sensation of vibranium. It was fairly obvious to you that either Captain America had realized that earthquakes never happen inWakanda and came to check out the threat, King T’Challa came himself, or someone woke up Sergeant Barnes to come, given his level of stealth. Waiting for another clue you started hitting the bag differently, instead of the ‘I’ve been trained for years and could break all your bones’ stance you’d originally been focused on, you decided to start hitting the bag more along the lines of ‘It’s my first time hitting a punching bag, it looked so much easier on T.V.’ that way no one would expect you could hold your own.
Just as you thought another clue came shortly after you changed your style. One jab in particular, where you pretended to aim to the side of the bag and trip into it, you heard an ever so soft chuckle. The voice was barely there, but you’d never heard it before, which meant it had to be none other than the Winter Soldier.
You debated in your head for a few minutes about what you should do, but when you heard the draw of a syringe, you decided that whatever you were planning on doing had to be fast.
So you did the logical thing.
You turned around, locked eye contact with him, knowing exactly where he was, even though he wasn’t in plain sight, and you held your hands palms down towards the ground. Talking very calmly you whispered, “Inject me and the building comes down.”
The way his eyes widened in a small glimpse of horror as he stepped out of the shadows made you understand three things;
One, he knew you caused the tremor a few hours earlier.
Two, he knew you knew that he’d been there the whole time.
And three, he knew you were dead serious.
As the ground started to tremble slightly, you saw him attempt to walk towards you trying slightly to not fall over, however failing miserably. Stopping the vibrations, you offered up a medium, “Can we just talk?”
He made it a point to empty the syringe onto the floor of the gym and drop the small amount that was left in the bottle on the floor. Once you nodded in acknowledgement he strutted over to where you were standing and got in a fighting stance. Presumably he was going to try and teach you some better fighting techniques, so you decided to have some fun with him.