“Alright you should be good to go Ms. Rogers.” The nurse at SHIELD HQ let Stephanie go after bandages and stitches on the scraps and cuts she had. Giving the nurse a faint nod of appreciation, one that felt uncharacteristic of the super soldier to anyone who were familiar with her. Stephanie exited the medical bay, quietly but with a clearly determined aire to her, making her way to the training grounds. There still not saying a word, swapping out her Captain America gear for gym clothes, and a pair of MMA style padded fingerless gloves. Stephanie started working out. First going a 30 minute run on a treadmill, finally sparring against a heavy bag.
Her unnatural stoic nature was hiding that Stephanie was mad, furious even. She’s never been one to let someone or something down when it came to her work. It was a point of pride, but also severely needed. She was a woman who was hellbent and with a probable death wish to succeed against a military’s sexism. It was what made everything she did mean something in the end. So why the hell did she let the bastard go!? As she struck the heavy bag with punches, elbows, and kicks. The scene replayed in her head a million times over, standing on the SUV, in front of the man who had killed numerous mutants and nearly a news reporter. Her fist clinched, and ready to start putting him away for justice. It was that pause, that hesitation. Something made it impossible to fight this man.
The more Stephanie dwelled on it, on top of making her strikes against the heavy bag harder and harder, the more she felt confused. There was something to the guy that had a strangely familiar feeling to it, not in the way seeing Red Skull would be familiar though. The feeling that struck her almost felt akin to hitting a loved family member. How the hell she got that from a cold blooded murderer was almost more worrying.
“Uh... Ms. Rogers?”
The strikes against the heavy bag were hitting harder and harder, the beads of sweat sickeningly rubbing against her wounds, and the slight pings of pain made the punches even harder.
“Ms. Rogers?”
Finally Stephanie in one moment felt the small in comparison SHIELD agent’s presence, and in an almost blinded fury threw one more strike that cleanly smashed through the bag. Sand trickling down the gaping holes in the heavy bag as Stephanie glared over at the agent. Panting and looking more psychotic than soldier.
“WHAT?!” Stephanie bellowed out of a deep, frightening place in her stomach.
"Uh..." The SHIELD agent looked as though he was barely holding the urine in himself. "You...you're needed in the main bay, Agent Hill wanted to speak with you." Before Stephanie could respond the agent had already turned and left. Leaving Stephanie alone, her fist clinched through the heavy bag as sand trickled out. Exhaling a frustrated breath, Stephanie finally pulled her fist out of the bag's now gaping hole. Wiping the last bits of sand off her glove as she went to shower and get dressed. This whole situation was going to test her something fierce. She could just feel it.