I was about to go into my room when the door across mine opens. It was him. The brunette. He definitely cut his hair, but that was him. He looked up at me, slightly annoyed, and attempted to keep walking.
"Hey." I said a bit tiked off. He didn't even know me, and it looked like he's already decided my fate.
He glanced back at me and kept walking. As irritating as that was, I decided to leave it and just hit the showers. After a nice, long, steamy shower, I went to bed. Tomorrow, Tony said we had a team meeting or something.
~ time skip 4am ~
Beep Beep Beep Beep
"Ugh, shut up." I said, slamming my alarm clock to find the off button. Eventually, I sat up so I could turn it off. Since I couldn't go back to sleep and it was 4am, which meant I had 4 hours til team meet. I decided I'd go train.
I got up, brushed my teeth, and changed into a sports bra with a black long sleeve tang top and tights (you can imagine what you want its not really relevant to the story as long as its training wear)
As I'm walking to the training rooms, I hear strong punches to a punching bag. I imagine it's Steve or Natasha, probably. I stand in the doorway to see who it is. Whoever it was clearly couldn't see me as they had their back to me. It was the him, Soilderboy.
I stood there silently watching, unsure if I should train and stay or simply leave, after all, he doesn't like me much. I watch as he punches the life out of the punching bag, as though it had done something to him. He seemed a very tortured soul. As though he trusted no one even if he wanted too.
After about a minute of standing there I decided to head for a jog through a near forest like wood instead.
~Bucky pov~
I cant sleep. It's 3am. I keep getting these dreams... or memories? I can't really tell the difference anymore. Wakanda may of fixed me but I'm still broken. I grabbed my usual gym wear and decided to hit the punching bags. If I'm gonna be up, I might as well do something right.
I kept hitting those bags, breaking the stupid chains off. I mean, common, I know it have super strength and all, but these bags are just weak.
About an hour of training and I felt a pair of eyes on me. I thought it was Steve for a bit, but he would've said something by now. No, this was someone else. I don't wanna turn around or they'll come in, and honestly, I don't want anyone around right now. I was about to throw my next punch when I glance at a reflection in the glass door in front of me. Is that y/n? I mean, I can barely see it, but I'm so sure
~time skip: team meeting~
Tony briefed us on how Bruce, clint; Steve and Natasha have a mission in Budapest, while Pietro, Wanda, Y/n and I have to go to Moscow for a mission. Great, more time with y/n.
