A Little Calm...

Trust and Belief

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Fall Out Boy

Y/n
"Why are we doing this again?"

You dodge as Bucky lunges for your shoulder. Using his momentum against him, you push him to trip over your outstretched ankle. Anticipating this, he kicks your foot out of the way, causing you to lose balance for a second.

Bucky
"So that I don't have to worry about you when I'm gone for missions."

You try to kick him in the side but he catches your foot. You grab his shoulders to pull him closer and use his hands as a step to sit on his shoulders. Wrapping your free leg under his chin, you attempt a choke hold whilst struggling with your balance.

Y/n
"I think you worry too much."

With ease, he drops to his knees and flips you over so that you have no choice but to release and roll forwards onto your back. Slightly out of breath, he hovers above you on his hands and knees so that he seems upside down.

Bucky
"My job comes with a certain level of threats, and I'd feel better if I knew that you were somewhat protected."

You squint at him before curling your hands round his arms and using your core to bring your legs over your head, flipping onto his back. Once again, you attempt a choke hold with your arms, but he rolls over allowing all of his weight to crash into you at once. For a second, you're taken by surprise and winded. You snap back into action as he tries to get up. You resume your hold and wrap your legs round his abdomen for extra leverage.

Y/n
"Yield."

Bucky
"Nope."

Pulling your arms away from his neck, he forces them up as he twists round to face you. You release your legs knowing that it won't do anything, as he holds one of your wrists in each hand above your head.

Y/n
"You know not everyone has super strength, right?"

Bucky
"With a form like yours, they won't need it."

You scoff at his criticism as he pulls you up and you both resume your stances.

Y/n
"We've been at this since we got back from London. I'd say there's a problem with the teacher, not the student."

Bucky
"Okay, you're not too bad. In fact..."

He stands up straight and leaves the mats to go to his bag. You relax for a second and lean on your hip to catch your breath. When he renters the ring, he walks over to hand you a sleek, silver blade. Both edges are sharpened, almost to a razor. The handle is black and seemingly simple with grips. You see that he holds an identical one in his other hand, down by his side.

Y/n
"This isn't a prop."

Bucky
"No more props."

You look up at him with a confused expression.

Y/n
"Are you sure?"

He nods with a slightly proud and smug smile.

Bucky
"You can handle it."

Grateful for his sign of trust, you lick you lips and bite the bottom, before nodding in response. He then stumbles back to his side of the ring and resumes his low crouch, holding the knife out in front.