I walked into the gym, intending on going a few miles on the treadmill so I connected my airpods and started playing Fleetwood Macs The Chain, my feet finding the low bass rhythm.
In truth, I loved training when it was like this. When I had the whole gym to myself, when I could do whatever I like and not have Cap barking orders at us. But of course, the last person i wanted to see had to walk through the door.
James Buchanan Barnes.
God, I hated him.
He drove me crazy.
He was just always so cocky. Well, not always. At first, he seemed like a nice guy, pretty quiet and often stood in the shadow of Steve but as he got more comfortable, his ego grew enormously. I blame Sam.
He smirked as he strutted over to the treadmill next to mine, "Hey, Sparky,"
He knew the nickname regarding my powers drove me nuts, so naturally he used it at any given moment.
"James," I mocked, he huffed.
I slowed down to a stop, picking up my belongings and heading towards the door.
To be honest, I just couldn't be bothered to uphold our petty and meaningless rivalry today.
Suddenly, I felt the cool ghost of a metal hand on my wrist, I look up to him.
"Come on," he said, "Let's go a few rounds,".
On second thought, maybe I could.
"Fine," I replied, turning on my heel to drop my belongings on a seat, then kicking my leg up as I turned around and kicking him in the jaw.
He looked at me in shock, clearly thinking we might have established some rules beforehand since this was just meant to be training.
"What? You don't need a mat do you?" I teased.
He took his metal hand away from his jaw and brought it back, swinging it to meet my cheek and bringing the other one up in an attempt at an uppercut, narrowly being stopped by my own hand; I twisted his arm back over and flipped him over my shoulder. He landed with a thud and a grunt as I sat on his chest in victory.
"You know," He said, "You're a lot better than I thought,".
"I know. That's why you're so easy to beat,"
"What?"
"You may be stronger than me, but you have no technique,"
Apparently Bucky took this to heart as he threw me off. My back hit off a machine and I slumped down to the floor, my ears were ringing slightly and my vision splotchy but I could see the figure of a very built man walk over to me and using his metal arm to grab my ankle, dangling me upside down, using his height to his advantage.
"Barnes, this is you're only warning,"
"What are you going to do, printsessa?" he said mockingly, tilting his head slightly with a cocky smirk, like a dog awaiting command.
I used my powers to blast him so hard the he went straight through the plaster of the wall.
He dropped me unexpectedly as he went flying; I caught myself on my forearm, but not before I smacked my head of the floor, probably causing a mild concussion.
I heard Bucky stand up and walk over to where I was lying.
"Fuck, Y/N. I kind of thought you wouldn't use your powers on me," he chuckled as he reached out his hand to pull me up.
"I kind of thought you wouldn't hang me upside down," I retorted, laughing slightly as I did so.
He smirked and turned away to leave, "Guess I'll be seeing you in Bruces' office,".
