Sunflower

28

After ten minutes I jogged back downstairs, being surprised by Bucky. He was playing with the knife I threw at him, before noticing me pass him.

"Woah," he called, grabbing my wrist. I turned to him confused. "You don't wear leggings?" he commented, looking me up and down.

"And you don't own me," I said bitter, tugging my hand away from him. Fury spiked in my eyes as I looked away and walked off. He scoffed.

Before he could say anything I vanished off to the back door, where I found Steve already waiting outside. He wore his suit but didn't have his shield. He was strapping on something around his wrist as I exited. Immediately his eyes shot up to me a smirk growing on his lips.

"Looking as mad as always?" he questioned, seeing me storm out.

"What do you want to begin with?" I asked, stretching my arms.

Steve smirked. "Well, let's start by seeing what you got," he said, stretching his neck, before standing ready, fists in the air.

I frowned. "Sure prince Romeo?" I questioned, before doing the same. I curled my fingers into a fist and stood ready.

Before I could count to five, Steve charged forward, throwing the first punch. With a quick movement I leaned left, making him miss. He didn't like it. He threw another punch, then another. Each time he almost hit me. He didn't dare to stop. Eventually he hit me in the stomach, and that opened my anger. I threw an unexpected punch, hitting Rogers in the face, but he didn't stumble back, he grew a smirk, pissing me off. I threw another punch, soon throwing my legs into the action, kicking him in the stomach and sides. Steve realised I had no intention of slowing down, and he speeded up himself. He had to block my punches, and managed to pick me up around my thighs, removing me from my stable grip. I wrapped them tightly around his neck, forcefully twisting my body to flip Steve over, throwing both of us onto the ground. With complete surprise Steve watched me get up, my hair messy and a light smudge mark on my cheek.

"Okay Monroe," he said, his smirk growing. "Now that was easy."

Without thinking twice, I kicked up, but he blocked quickly with his arm. He saw my eyes were still orange, which made him unhappy. He twisted his arm around my leg, pulling it around, causing me to go flying through the air. I flew against a wall, grunting as I hit it. I fell down onto the hard cement floor, anger rising. Steve noticed his mistake and ran over to me, but boy I didn't have it. As he bent down, I grabbed his wrist before he could touch me, twisting it around. With wide eyes he saw me get up, fury in my now red eyes. I gave a kick in his stomach, causing him to fall back. He landed on his back, looking as I walked over to him. Before I could reach him, Rogers swiped his feet under through mine, causing me to fall on my back on the ground. Forcing himself on top of me, he pinned my hands to the floor, seeing my eyes calm down. I lift my knee, kicking Steve in between his legs. He fell off me, allowing me to get on top of him, staring him dead in the eyes.

We were frozen. Suddenly I noticed what had happened.

"Nice moves," Steve said, smirking at me.

I went numb. Okay, those words were suddenly a weak spot. Oh boy were they a weak spot. I moved off him, standing up as I did. I held my hand out to him, allowing him to grab it as I pulled him up.

"Thanks," I sighed.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked curiously, rubbing his wrists.

I looked away, thinking. "Uhm, nowhere-" I lied, before walking off.

Completely confused, Steve watching me swing the compound door open. I stormed in, past Bucky who had just appeared out of nowhere. He looked at me vanish, before walking outside, seeing Steve full of dirt. He frowned, speechless.

"She can fight..." Steve pointed out, as if it weren't noticeable.

Bucky looked at the compound door, before looking back at Steve. "Where on earth did she learn that?" Bucky asked, seeing Steve take a deep breath.

"I have no idea," Steve said, unstrapping something around his wrist. "But boy, I sure am curious."

Inside, I changed back into my original clothes, leaving a note on the clothes I lent, just telling Wanda to wash them. I had to clear my head.