Clara was beyond frustrated with the fact that they hadn’t put more thought into how to reintroduce Steve Rogers to the twenty first century. They seriously couldn’t have chosen a game that happened after he had been put under the ice? It was borderline laughable. The mighty SHIELD. Taken down by a baseball game.
Her anger and frustration stemmed more from concern rather than just true anger and frustration. What that man had gone through was torturous enough even if he didn’t wake up in a completely different era. It was heartbreaking, how he had just been thrown head first into the deep end that was known as the Age of Technology with no warning and no way to prepare himself. Despite his less than stellar rousing to the new times, SHIELD was doing their best to try and help Rogers get as acclimated to the times as quickly as possible.
But sometimes trying to do things so fast wasn’t exactly for the best.
Which was perhaps where she came in. It had only been several days since the good Captain had woken up but she had figured that it wouldn’t hurt to simply introduce herself to the man. That and a fairly strong suggestion had been relayed to her from higher up she she quite literally couldn’t deny the opportunity. It had been a day since she received her orders, but ever since she received them, she had spent every free moment brushing up on her history, wanting to be as familiar as she could about the man she was about to introduce herself to.
With her heels clicking sharply and clearly against the smooth, hard floor, Clara’s mind was moving a mile a minute, trying to settle on the best way to introduce herself. First impressions really were everything, and Clara wasn’t exactly known for her stellar first impressions if they weren’t completely planned out by the minute. She didn’t want to come across as too blasé about everything, nor did she want to appear too eager about working with the National Hero. Just treat him like a regular person, geez Boudreaux. She held back the urge to wince at herself. She was thinking about this too much, too hard.
And suddenly she found herself at her destination. The gym wasn’t exactly the most familiar of places to her, not that it was necessarily her fault. She could deny the fact that she wasn’t the most fit person all she wanted, the truth was that for someone who considered going up a flight of stairs in three inch heels to be their daily exercise stepping to a gym was a borderline disconcerting thing to do. Especially with the sight she was welcomed by.
Just the man she was looking for was a ways away from her, completely immersed in his task of rhythmically striking a punching bag with such power that it hurt just to watch. Clara shuffled in her spot for a split second before clearing her throat. The brunette raised a hesitant hand in a half wave. ”Hi, uh excuse me, Captain Rogers? Sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering if you had a minute?”