Control.

"Fight Back."

TW: MENTION OF KNIFES AND VIOLENCE
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"You still haven't told me what you want." Bucky pressed. The alcohol was fully in your head now, making you giddy.

"Okay, to be completely honest..." You laugh hazy. "I'm not sure yet."

The man raises an eyebrow, trying to hide his amusement.
"I was hoping..." You draw a mischievous smile, lowering your voice. "You could teach me."

Bucky chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. "I'm not a teacher, sweetheart."
"Don't call me sweetheart." You bark, the annoying giggle from last night ringing in your ears. Bucky smirks and nods his head.

"A coach, then." You wave your hand nonchalant, taking a large sip of your wine.
"Interesting." The soldier licks his lips, locking his eyes into yours again. The butterflies fly intensely on your groin. "What's your experience?"

You shrug your left shoulder, the thin spaghetti strap falling off. "I don't know actually. I can't remember anything from before the Blip and ever since then, the dates have been very minimal."

"There's apps for that now, you know." Bucky snarks, his eyes leaving yours just for a second to burn at your shoulder.
"Yeah, I know, Bill Gates." You narrow your eyes.
"There was a guy, a few months after I joined the Avengers." The blue in his eyes flick black for a second. "A very cute nurse guy." You smirk.

He clenches his jaw but doesn't waver, letting you continue. "We went out on a lovely date, actually. He took me back to his house, one thing lead to another..."

You down your drink, seeking that liquid courage. "But before anything actually happened, I lost my composure for a second and my powers sorta went rogue." You lower your eyes, cringing at the memory.
"All the cabinets in his kitchen flung open, breaking more than a few plates." You laugh darkly with pain. "Goes without saying he was completely freaked out and never called me again."

Bucky doesn't say anything, instead studying you attentively. The silence is far too heavy, making you shift in your chair uncomfortably. You start thinking you freaked him out too but his stoic expression is completely unreadable. The wine definitely made you overshare.

Eventually, Bucky leans towards you. Pulling your dress strap back to its place, the gentle touch of his hand sends a trigger of electricity down your back.

"I think we should head back to the tower." His voice is rough, seductive.

You nod your head immediately, struggling to get up without tripping on yourself.
Bucky helps you up, leading you out of the restaurant with his hand on the small of your back. The warmth from the wine amplified by a million under his touch. He leads you to his car, opening the door for you.

As soon as he speeds off the parking space, he places his large hand on your tight and you feel yourself soak, the desire rushing your heart beat.

The street lights slide away in a blur, all your attention solely focused on the man sitting beside you. His expression doesn't change, looking straight out to the road, driving with incredible ease. His perfectly sharp jawline adorned by a stubbly beard. His eyes flick with the passing lights, changing softly from various shades of blue, sometimes grazing on grey. His plump dark pink lips curl the tiniest bit.

"You're staring."

You swallow hard, your head feels dizzy and you're not sure if it's the alcohol or the electrifying energy in the car.