The Grey - Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes X OC Love Story

Chapter 6

** Flashback **

"Come on, force me back!" Steve demanded. Victoria was a sweaty, panting mess. She pushed the fallen hairs out of her face before lunging at Steve. She swung violently at him with the knife, making him jump back to avoid her. Before he could step forward, she roughly kicked him in the chest and took the opportunity as he backed up to step forward. She swung the knife again, successfully pinning him in the corner. She quickly swung her fist at him, but he caught her forearm and threw her to the ground.

"You almost had me." He said. "Get up, try again." He instructed.

"Fuck you." She said through desperate gasps for air.

"Language." Steve warned, offering her his hand. When she took it he pulled her up to her feet.

"Try it with the shield." Steve insisted. He walked over to the edge of the ring and grabbed the shield, handing it to her.

Victoria sighed heavily, but put the straps of the shield over her already bruised forearm. They'd been in the gym for hours, she had been reduced to a pair of short Nike shorts and her sports bra, her entire body littered in bruises and coated in a thin layer of sweat. Her thick, curly hair was barely contained in the knot on top of her head, but stopping wasn't an option. She knew Steve wasn't just training her, he was working out his frustrations on her.

"Let's go." He instructed. She sighed again, lunging for him. When he went to land a punch she fell down to one knee, using the shield to block the hit. He violently punched the shield, sliding her back in the ring. She already felt the rub burn on her knee from being forced across the mat, but shook it off. Not like she had any other choice, they were done when Steve decided they could he done. She hopped up quickly, picking her leg straight up and kicking him in the chest before swinging the shield like a fist at him. She gave him no time to move, swinging roughly again with the shield. Steve lunged for her and she jumped up, flipping before driving her feet flat into his sternum and landing roughly on top of the shield on the mat. Steve hopped up and took a swing on Victoria, she rolled herself under the shield, making him punch the shield again. The shield dug roughly into her upon the impact of Steve's fist, she grunted in pain and kicked him roughly in the lower stomach.

"Woah! Cheap shot!" Steve called out as he backed up. When Victoria stood up she was bleeding from where the shield had dug into her skin. She was also bleeding from her knee being dragged across the ring. Steve sighed and put his hands up in surrender. She dropped the shield to the ground, exhausted and panting.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He said, extending a hand to her. She nodded and took his hand, letting him lead her away and up to his apartment. He led her straight to his bathroom and picked her up, sitting her on the sink.

"I'm sorry." Steve said, reaching behind her and grabbing the first aid kit. He cleaned up the wounds all around her body, when he was done his hand rested on the sink next to her thigh.

"It's fine. I told you I could handle it." She promised.

"You told me you could handle training, I've been too rough." He said with a sigh. Victoria reached up and put her hand on his neck. "I told you I could handle it." She repeated. "But you need a better way to relieve your stress." She said after a minute.

"And what do you suggest?" He asked, staring down at her while she sat on his sink.

"Well, the popular ones are drinking and sex." She said with a shrug.

"I can't get drunk and I've never had sex. What else do you got?" He said nervously.

"So that's why you're so rough in training." She teased, Steve rolled his eyes and playfully shoved her. "Shut up." He said.