You had been there several months now as an addition to the team, but mostly to keep an eye on Loki. After everything that had happened on Asgard Loki had been banished. The Asgardians had demanded his death, but his brother, Thor, had offered the God of mischief mercy, sending him back to earth to serve the very people he had so desperately tried to kill when he first arrived on earth.
When you had first learned of the real reason for your promotion you had been furious. Fury knew as well as anyone else what Loki had done to you. You could still hear his voice in your head sometimes, ordering you to kill innocent people. You had been under his spell, just like Clint, and there had been nothing you could do about it. You had been in the wrong plac
“Steve, I have to go,” I said quickly to Steve, unwrapping the cloth around my hand. Steve Rogers, paused mid punch and stared at me. “I just got I call from (Name). She needs my help,” I explained. Steve nodded understandingly and put another punching bag on his hook. I smiled to him. After all those years being apart and after all the fighting, he was still my best friend.
I dashed out to my car. As the wind whipped my face, I noted how strange it felt not having long hair anymore. Once S.H.E.I.L.D. fixed me up, I figured it’d be best to become a decent human being again, thus I cut my long hair back to how it was before all of this. Before Hydra had gotten to me. Before Steve was frozen in the ice of the Atlantic. Before (Name).