Music To My Ears (Bucky x Reader)

Training

I woke up and didn't want to get up. But my phone was out of reach and I was hungry, so after 5 minutes of trying to magically bring my phone over I got out of bed grabbed my phone and walked to the kitchen. Scott was making breakfast, bacon and eggs. I grabbed some and sat down slightly isolated from everyone. I ate silently staring at the ground.

"Hey, Ava... Ava!" Nat slightly yells as I snap out of my trance. 

"Did you hear anything we said?" Steve asked  taking a bite from his eggs.

I shake my head. 

Steve sighed and told me "Today me, you, Sam and Bucky are going for a run. Then we will come back and you can show us what you got."

I shrug, giving off an 'cool with me' vibe. I get ready for the run. I put on track pants and a hoodie. I walk over to Steve, Sam and Bucky they're already. We begin our run, I run around the block with Sam. Bucky is far ahead and Steve if even further. Sam is losing his breath a little but I'm all good. I flinch when Steve comes up behind me. "On your left."

I watch him run past me. Slightly annoyed I pick up the pace. I am now about a foot away from Bucky. I stay this way for a while. "On your left."

Again I watch Steve sprint past me, at the same speed when he started. I run further now I'm over taking Bucky.

"I swear to god if you say on your left!" He says as I run past him.

I smirk. I smirked. For the first time in about 4 years I gave out a real smile, or smirk I should say. his one wasn't forced, it just came. I freeze in my paths. Bucky skids to a stop, and turns around. 

"Ava, You okay?" He asks slightly concerned.

I give him a nod and a smile. A real smile. He grins and gestures me to run with him. We run together at the same pace, we are fast. People give us some looks as we run by. I don't care , I feel free. Free from pain, free from being alone. And it felt good. For the first time in forever. I feel good.

Happy.

When we get back to the tower Sam is dying, Steve is slightly panting, Bucky and I are in the middle.

"I... Still....The....oh god.." Sam tries to speak but he dies on the couch.

"He'll be fine in a minute." Steve says as me and Bucky follow him into one of the training rooms.

"Okay Ava, show us what you got." Bucky says making his way into the ring.

I follow him, and step under one of the ropes and get in the ring. I give him a wink before putting my fists up.

He throws the first punch, I dodge it letting it slide past my face. I grab his arm and kick him in the shin, his legs buckle and I throw him over my shoulder, he lands back first onto the floor of the ring.

"Okay, noted." He says getting up "Now I won't go easy on you."

I flick the hair out of my face, and the fight begins again. 

He goes to kick me, I run past him grabbing onto the back of his neck putting him in a chock hold, He bends down and throws me over him, I land on my feet and butt, but I quickly get up falling to the ground and sweeping him off his feet. He falls backwards, but jumps back up. He manages to punch me in the shoulder as I try to dodge him from my face. I grunt and elbow him in the stomach, before I kick the back of his leg making him stumble, I round house him in the face and he falls, I jump down onto of his my leg to his neck and my fists ready to punch. 

He looks like he gives up, so I loosen my grip, as I did so He somehow swung me and I ended up on my back Bucky pinning me down. I swung my body around and kneed him in the stomach, he lets go of my wrists, and I put him in the same position I was in 3 seconds ago. But as he is like 10 times stronger he pushes me off him, and I'm back on the ground this time Bucky's legs are around my hips so I can't move. I try to move but I can't budge. I let out a sigh.

"Well... that was impressive." Steve says as Bucky is letting me go.

"We will leave you to punch the bags or go on the treadmill." Steve says as Bucky and him walk out the room.

I go over to the punching bags, I put on these bandage thing and begin.

I have been punching for a while. As I was punching my thoughts of the Red Room and my family came flooding back. I never knew my family, I had a brother though. He was so sweet. He was younger then me. All I knew was when I was about 7 or 8, the red room took me. My brother was 4 or 5. I remember, his brown curly hair, his adorable baby brown eyes. I punch faster, harder. The memories come. I punch harder and harder. My fists hurt, my head hurts, everything hurts.

I punch and punch and punch. My brother, my unknown parents I can't even remember, the Red Room, training me to kill, me killing people, the pain, the endless pain. My fists were most definitely bleeding, I could feel warm blood trickle down my knuckles and arms.  Anger rose in me, some sort of adrenaline running through my veins.

I let out yell as I punched the bag for the last time today. I just stood there, in front of the bag, I breathed heavily as I watch it. I slowly looked down to my hands, even though I put on bandages previously I needed new ones. You could see the blood through it. I rolled them off and the fresh air stung my hands. I went to a first aid kit and got some bandages. I wrapped my hands up and walked out of the room,  hands in my pockets so that no-one would notice.

When I got to my floor, Bucky was sitting in the living room area, I took my hands out of my pockets in the elevator and I didn't see Bucky, I walked past him, not noticing him. I flinched when he spoke to me.

"Ava, what's wrong with your hands." He said standing up and going over to me.

I turn to face him and I just shrug. I thought if I play dumb it would work. It didn't.

Bucky grabbed one of my hands and unravelled it. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw my knuckles, He suddenly dragged me over to the kitchen and found a first aid kit. He applied some stuff on my hands. I sat in shock and silence. Bucky Barnes, an ex-assassin was helping me with my hand. A killer like me, was helping me. Someone was helping me.

When he finished, he put hi hand on my shoulder. "It will heal better and sooner." He gave me a thin lip smile and I have him a small one too.

We stayed here for a while before he went to sit down again and I went to my room. I put in my head phones and listened to Play with Fire by Sam Tinnzes. 

I was sitting in my room. I began to get bored so I went to draw something. I didn't know what to draw, I thought for a second. Why don't I draw Bucky?

I thought about it for a while, I got my notebook, a different one then the one I use to talk, I flick to a blank page, many of the pages were filled already, I drew people I saw or I knew. I drew what I did in the day. This notebook was new so I only really had about 3 pages of Drawings, one of then being the one I drew last night.

I began my work on Bucky, making sure every thing was perfect. I drew him helping me, but it was just him. I drew in in black and white, but his eye's were too perfect, I got a few blue shades and drew them on his eyes. I was drawing him for about an hour. When I finished I looked at my master piece. It was perfect.

Bucky was perfect.