Infatuated - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers)

Chapter 18 - Art

I was down in my basement, lifting weights in my private gym when Bucky walks in.

"Whatcha doin?"

"What does it looks like? I'm training." I continue to lift my weights.

"Why?"

"Why wouldn't I train? I'm getting ready." I sigh.

"For what?"

I slam my weights down, "Why the hell are you so full of questions? I'm getting ready for when Pierce comes for me. I need to protect Steve."

"Damn sorry." Bucky laughs.

"Wanna fight?" I ask, pointing to the mats.

"Why not. I'm just gonna beat you again." He smirks.

I crack my neck and stand in my place, "Mhm." I smirk as he stands across from me. "Come at me." I wave.

Bucky pauses for a moment, he then lunges at me. I slide to the right and make him stumble forward. I leap up and punch his side, spinning and kicking the back of his knee.

Bucky grabs my ankle and flips me down on my back. He hovers above me and pins me down, "Told you I'd beat you."

"No you didn't." I grab his wrists and slam him on his back. Bucky kicks me off of him, I quickly stand and run at him. I leap up and spin around his shoulders, leaning back and slamming him on he side. I lock my legs around his neck, blocking his airway.
Eventually Bucky taps out, "Fucker! I told you I'd win!" I laugh.

"Damn you've gotten stronger." He rubs his neck.

"Bitch."

"Asshole." He mutters.

"Come on old man....let's get a water." I smile and jog up the stairs.

"I'm only four years older than you!" He yells, following me up to the kitchen. I open the fridge and throw back a water, Bucky catches it and chugs it.

"When was the last time you worked out?"

"I don't know." He shrugs, going over to my freezer and grabbing some ice cream. "What are you doing now?"

"Just gonna relax for the rest of the night." I shrug.

"Why don't I paint you and you draw me." He suggests. "I have some supplies in my car."

"Fine....I'll go get my pencils." I smile.

"Yes!" He runs off.

I grab my stuff and set up in the living room. It took Bucky four trips just to get everything inside. He sets up two easels and puts a large sketchbook on one and a large canvas on the other. "Why do you have all this in your car?"

"Just stopped at the art store. Was gonna put this in my home but I wanted us to do this together." He smiles. I start with his face shape, looking over at him every so often to make sure I'm right. "Smile for me." Bucky says, aggressively painting.

I smile wide and continue to draw, starting to shade his eyes. "How long?" I ask without breaking my smile.

"A couple more minutes." I look back over at him, specifically at his lips. I draw them and shade them to perfection. Once I had all the features on his face, I move onto his hair. "Okay you can stop."

For the next two hours we worked hard, eventually finishing. "Okay...ready?" I stand.

"Yup."

At the same time we flip our work around, I gasp at his painting....I looked beautiful. I then look down at my drawing of him anxiously, "I know I should of done the shading better...and-"

"Y/N it's absolutely perfect. I love it so much." He smiles and trades with me. "I'm hanging it in my living room."

I turn as Steve walks in, "Whatcha guys doing?"

"Painting and drawing." I smile, showing him the painting Bucky did of me.

"I love this so much." He smiles.

"Want it?"

"Hell yeah....it's going on display in my home." He smiles. "Woah...Honey that drawing looks perfect." He points.

"Oh stop it." I side hug him.

"It's perfect!" Steve kisses my head. "Bucky wanna join us for dinner?"

"I'd love to."

I felt normal...I felt happy with my two favorite men.