Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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"And this is the training room." Bucky motions to the glass doors. "Our last stop."

"Great." I sigh in relief when our feet stop and I feel the throbbing ache of my bones and muscles simmer down to nothing as I shift my weight every slow second. "That was a lot of walking." I admit

"I offered to carry you." He shrugs with a small smile

"I'd rather sit on your shoulders." I roll my eyes with a small laugh. "In case I needed to choke you out for taking me to the clinic." I narrow my eyes teasingly at him

"That was an option." He smirks and I swat at his chest before feeling the dull pain in my stomach spark from the fast movement that makes me almost double over

"Ow." I breathe under my breath and slide the hand that hit his chest down to his hand to steady myself when he holds it out in worry

"Let me see, sweetheart." He drops all amusement and gently lifts up my shirt with his free hand. "We need to get that cleaned soon." He mumbles when looking at my wounds

"We missed the clinic." I suddenly remember

"I thought Sam scaring you was enough frightening excitement for one day." He mentions and I shrug a nod. "How are your feet?" He asks

"Sore from walking but way better than if I didn't finish that smoothie." I answer honestly when looking down at my panda decorated feet

"I'm so proud of you for that." He smiles and smooths my folded crewneck back down. "Now, I gotta train as a part of my schedule for today. Do you feel like watching or do you want to go upstairs?" He gives me the option

"Hmm." I hum, thinking about it before a small smile imprints on my face. "I'm a little curious to see how you fight when you're not trying to hurt me." I make up my mind and he sighs a laugh

"I couldn't hurt you like that, Y/n, and you know it." He subtly reminds me

"Just teasing." I hold up my hands them drop them with one hitting his hand that moves to hold mine like a habit but he stops and hooks his pinky with mine instead. "But, I do wanna see you fight." I continue on a less deep note

"I won't be fighting unless someone comes in and agrees." He says while opening the glass door for me to walk through

"What do you mean?" I ask and look over my shoulder as he follows me in

"Avengers especially, train on their own with their special skillset and sometimes fight with other people but Steve does want us to run through some rounds a few times a week." He explains and I nod

"I wish I had that option." I mumble

"Me too." He agrees with me. "I always won so it was too easy for me and I was craving a challenge." He opens up a little about his time in that horrible place and it makes me feel better

It makes me feel like I am not alone.

"I would win all of the time if I was allowed to use my magic but since I wasn't, I passed out half the time." I huff a little annoyed and the unfairness

"He sent us some videos." He nods like Natasha did and I look up at him to see the slight sadness in his eyes when he only glances at me. "We had to watch them so we could find clues on where you were." He answers an unsaid question in my head

"I told you where I was." I say but then take in a breath hesitantly. "Does- do you guys still have those videos?" I brace for the answer

"Yes." He nods and I frown a little. "But, it's just because we can use them against him in court in a few days or weeks." He reassures