Marvel Imagines and One-shotes

Bucky ~ Helps you with s/h

Tw: mentions of s/h (not graphic)

You were in the training room punching the heavy bags. The exercise is a good distraction but you know it's going too far. Your knuckles start to bleed and you know you're bruising pretty bad but you keep going.

You've blocked out the world until you feel Bucky's hands gently on your waist and his head resting lightly on your shoulder. You don't stop hitting the bag until his hands take your elbows and gently pull them back to yourself, his thumbs rubbing your arms.

He doesn't say anything for a while, just holds you as your breathing calms down.

"You alright?," he asks, his voice soft and barely above a whisper.

You suck your lip between your teeth and don't say anything. You feel him take a deep breath as he turns you around and pulls you to his chest, holding your head to him. He rubs your back gently and you feel yourself holding back tears.

He kisses the top of your head softly before pulling back to look at your knuckles.

"Let's get you patched up," he says, with no judgment in his voice as he leads you over and sits you down on a bench. He kneels in front of you and cleans the cuts and bandages your hands gently.

"Let's go for a drive, okay? Get a coffee, look at the water?"

You smile softly and nod.

He grins. "Okay. I'll always take you out, you know that, right? I'm always here. I'll always distract you. I want you to come to me. We can train together. I just don't want you in pain. I'm here for you, okay?"

You nod again as he pulls you into a hug and fairly carries you out of the training room as you feel safe in his arms.