GHOST ~ b.barnes x reader

Chapter 12

Time was passing extremely slowly for (Y/N).

It was now the second time she had been confined to the medical ward in a week, and with no one around to keep her company, she was very bored. With no powers, and no source of entertainment, (Y/N) grew restless. She longed to be doing something, even if it was the unnecessary (In her opinion) training, but Bruce insisted that (Y/N) took time to recover, since she was still fatigued. She stole a quick glance, over to the lab through the connecting glass door and saw that it was empty. She stared at the door a plan formulating in her mind.

'No, it would be to easy' She thought. She couldn't do that, she was under strict instructions to not leave the medical ward. She looked back to the bed she had been asked to stay in all day, and looked back longingly at the door. It didn't take long for her to make her decision.

A few floors up, someone else was feeling the cabin fever too.

Bucky was in the training room, drinking from his water bottle. He had just finished a run on the tread mill and was getting ready to pack up his things and go up to his room for a shower, when Steve entered the room. 

His eyes met his and he smiled. 

He and Steve shared a unique bond. They both were born in the 1910's, both fought in WW2, and were both almost 100 years old. Of course, it was deeper than that. He knew Steve pre-serum, and there was nothing the two of them wouldn't do for each other.

"Hello," He greeted him. Steve looked at him and let out a laugh.

"How long have you been training for?" He asked

"I look that bad huh." He grumbled, but Steve knew he was joking.

"About to leave?" He asked ignoring his question.

"Hm? Oh- yes,"

"Do you want to stay for a while longer?" Steve asked "If you're not to tired." He teased. Despite being older than Steve and previously bigger than him, Steve still teased him about how he was taller than him now, and acted like he was the older one.

"I think you're spending a bit to much time with (Y/N). She's beginning to rub off on you." Bucky grinned back.

"(Y/N)-"

"Yes?" cut off a voice from the shadows of the door way. The two soldiers spun around towards the noise. (Y/N) stepped out of the shadows with her hands up, "Woah, its just me" She said. Bucky relaxed.

"Aren't you suppose to be recovering?" Steve asked, remembering Bruce saying that (Y/N) should stay in bed.

"Not anymore" (Y/N) shrugged "He let me go." she added. "Plus, now we can have that rematch we were talking about."

Bucky shifted at this. "I don't think that, that's a good idea." He continued, "Last time that happened, you got thrown into a wall. I don't want to have to catch you again." He joked.

Steve laughed at this, but (Y/N) just looked at him weirdly. (Y/N) had no idea what he was talking about, and why it was so funny, but she brushed it off. 'Must be an inside joke' she thought.

Steve and (Y/N) stepped into the middle to begin the fight. Secretly (Y/N) was worried. Bucky was right. The last time she had sparred with him, she was knocked unconscious, and was left with a concussion. She uneasily braced herself waiting for Bucky to call for it to start.

Half an hour later, (Y/N) was currently being sat on by history's greatest solider, America's icon, Captain America. The first few rounds, Steve had found creative ways to restrain her, ranging from head locks to, well being sat on. (Y/N) had held out surprisingly well, just the fact that we was a super solider stopping her from beating her.