Fine Line (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Making Up

Bucky's fist plowed into the center of the punching bag as he let his frustrations fuel his punches. Luna had been back at the compound for a month now and he was itching to speak to her, to yell, to let her know exactly how broken he felt after she left him. Every time he thought he was ready and he searched her out, he'd get one look at her piercing green eyes and the courage he had felt a second earlier would bleed from his body. He'd turn and hurry from the room before she could even take a step towards him.

Luna had come to his room a few times to talk, but he brushed her off and told her to focus on her recovery. The truth was, once he had her back and the adrenaline of saving her from Liam had worn off, he didn't have anything to take his mind off the things she said to him or the fact that she didn't trust him enough to help her in the first place. She stopped knocking on his door after the first two weeks and he had been avoiding her ever since. He only ever saw her when he'd sneak up to the exam room to listen in on her check-ups and make sure she was following Dr. Cho's orders. Luna had caught him one time when he tried looking into the room to see her, but he took off as soon as her eyes found his.

Every other part of him wanted to forgive her and pick up where they had left off, but he couldn't convince his heart and brain to get in sync. Logically, he knew she had a reason for running. All he needed to do to figure it out was speak with her. No matter how hard his brain tried to convince his heart that Luna wouldn't have acted so irrationally unless she was truly terrified, the only thing his heart could focus on were the words she said as she left him standing in her room, broken and empty.

I'm never going to love you, Bucky.

Bucky quickened the speed of his punches until a ragged scream clawed its way up his throat and sweat was dripping from his body. He fell to his knees as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. After he had finally caught his breath, he rose from the floor and fell onto the bench behind the punching bag. He swiped a towel across his face and gulped down some water before the door to the training room opened and he saw Steve and Sam walk in.

"Hey, Buck. Looks like you had a pretty good workout." Steve called as the two men walked towards him.

"Yeah." Bucky grunted.

"How ya doin' man?" Sam asked and took a seat next to Bucky.

"Fantastic, can't you tell." Bucky scoffed.

"Are you still refusing to talk to Luna?" Steve asked.

Bucky glared at him and threw his towel in the basket at the end of the bench. Steve and Sam were relentless in their quest to force him to sit down with Luna and he was getting tired of them pressuring into it.

"No." Bucky grabbed his bottle and stood to face Steve. "And I don't have any intention of speaking with her any time soon."

"Maybe if you did talk to her, you wouldn't be moping around the compound like a cranky rain cloud ready to release your anger on anyone who's in your path." Sam joked.

"I'm not ready." Bucky huffed and then barged past Steve to the locker room.

Sam pulled his phone from his short's pocket and clicked on a number.

"Hey, Nat. Yep. He's in the locker room right now. Should be done in about twenty minutes. Listen, if this goes wrong, Steve and I had nothing to do with it."

Sam paused and looked at Steve with a smirk.

"Well, yeah. Of course we're gonna share the credit if it all works out." Sam laughed and hung up.

"She's going to tell him we were in on this no matter how it goes." Steve said as he began his warm up.

"We better find a place to lay low for a while in case he decides to kill us." Sam's face paled and his eyes widened.