Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

As promised heres the next ✨spicy✨ chapter.
I'll post another right after this one's up.

I arrived at the gym 2 minutes too late. As I stood in the door frame I saw Steve punching a punching bag. He punched too hard though as the bag gave up and broke to pieces with his next punch, sand flowing out of it.

'Well, well, someones exited to be forced to train with me huh.'

'You late, Miss Young. Is this something you are known for?'

'What do you say if you just quit being a smart ass and start 'teaching' me to defend myself as you put it.'

I dragged the word 'teach' so to mock him secretly as he doesn't know about my past experiences with S.H.I.E.L.D training .
My face held a mocking expression, tempting him to make a move already.
I had missed being physically active, well, if we are being honest I missed punching people. My time at S.H.I.E.L.D was certainly not easy, especially after finding Tony in Siberia and quitting, but ,oh, I loved a good punch to a mans special place.
Steve watched my challenging expression and silently waved me to the giant ring centered in the gym we were in. I followed him feeling weirdly exited to train my body after a long time. Captain Rogers got himself ready and placed himself in the middle of the ring raising his hand in a starting position. I followed suit and we starred at each other again. Blue against dark brown. The sea against the earth.

'Are you ready Miss Young? At my 'go' you try and punch me. See what happens and after that we discuss what you can change to make the punch more effic-..'

I cut his lecture short by taking a first punch, with my left first, at him. Like this I could figure out his instincts and defense tactics. The first jab landed in his right side which wasn't protected as he didn't see my attack coming and his arms were still raised to a starting pose. He looked at me with a contorted face indicating I had hurt him.
It was no coincidence her nickname at S.H.I.E.L.D happened to be 'Blackbird'. Lovingly reminding her of her time she flew the Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird quinjet in a mission in Budapest.

'You know, Steve, you forgot to keep your eye on the target. You need to focus hunny or you'll loose against a girl who's apparently weak y'know.'

We circled around each other now, never averting our eyes from one another. Steve watched me attentive yet I could feel how irritated he was feeling.
'How do you know that Young? What are you hiding?'

'Fight back and find out Captain or don't you dare fight a women?'

Making up his mind he tried making his first punch. Emphasizing the tried, of course. I blocked his punch with my left arm with an inhuman ease. He on the other hand grew more irritated by the second. He started giving into the idea of possibly hurting me with his punches and I started getting bored. I blocked every jab he took, studying his fighting patterns and blocking techniques. I noticed every time he made a nudge with his right first he took a step forward. I used that to my advantage and hooked my left leg in his back of his knees and placed my right hand on his trained torso to push him onto the floor of the ring. I fixed him on the ground by keeping him down with my knee pushing down on his chest.

'Wanna give up yet, Cap?'

Exhausted, but not really he let out a breathy laugh.

'I can do this all day, Sweetheart.'

‚Yeah, I know, Steve.'

With that, he took my arm that rested on his chest and twisted it behind my back, turning me around so his chest was now pushed against my back, thrusting it onto the floor.

'Care to share your secret now Young? Where did you learn to fight like this? What are you hiding?'

I felt him lifting himself of the floor, taking me up on my feet, with him. Back still against chest, breathing hard into my ear. I was beginning to feeling hot inside.

'Tell me.'

'Or else...?' I teased.

'Or else-.'

Again, cutting him short I heaved forward my leg and pushed back against his, making him fall to the ground, but taking me with him. I felt how he put his hand around my neck, slightly squeezing. His thumb lightly caressing my jawline.

'You are making me extremely aggressive, doll. Tell me what you are hiding.'

Taken aback by his new nickname he gave me and his sudden change in tone I didn't say anything. His voice having a low baritone. I silently listened for his next move and closed my eyes to concentrate. Suddenly feeling him slightly loosen his grip, taking my chance and turning around to face him. Our faces now, maybe an inch apart.

'Oh doll, you are in so much trouble now.'

'Oh Captain, don't get ahead of yourself. The fight isn't over yet.'

With that I threw him to the ground once again, putting either leg on his sides to keep him down. I bent down towards his face and whispered to him.
'Never, and I mean, NEVER underestimate me again Captain Rogers. Next time I won't let you off as quickly.'

Out of breath and repeatedly taken aback he lets out a heavy breath.

'Just tell me (Y/N). Where did you learn to fight like that?'

'Oh Steve, just for once, try finding out on your own. Maybe then you'll think different about me. I think we're fuckin' done here.'

And just like that I stood to my feet, got out of the ring and walked towards the door. Nat and Bucky stood there.  A surprised look on their faces.