A few days ago

She'd called you again, the beautiful redheaded Russian spy had called you back for another mission. Immediately answering you spoke into the phone, almost hearing the smile on her face "I'll be there" was all you told her and then you hung up. You pull on a blue t-shirt over your naked, muscled chest and hop into a pair of black jeans as you headed for the front door. After leaving the room without hurting yourself, you head to the roof and jump, floating in the middle of the air as if it were nothing. A shield experiment gone wrong had done this to you, it'd given you more than just flight though. It'd given you superspeed too, not over the top superspeed but definitely faster than Captain America. You flex your fingers and crack your neck.