Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

15. Training

W I D O W   S E V E N T E E N

  Here's the thing: When I walked into the sparing training room, I didn't feel like a fighter. I feel like a terrified child in a field full of bloodthirsty black widows. I feel like I am not prepared enough. I feel like running away. If it makes me a coward - which it does - I do not care anymore. I am petrified when a widow comes swinging her stick towards another Widow. I should definitely run.

But when I felt movement on my right it is like something snaps inside of me. Like a switch being flicked on and I get into a fighting stance. I furrow my brows in confusion but it is gone when the widow swings her kali stick near my face but I shield my arms up to my face taking the impact there, saving myself from a even more scarred face.

The hard blow nearly breaks my arm, only leaving me with burn marks beneath the black skinned body suit. My eyes narrow into slits, something piling up in the pit of my stomach before I kick up my leg and knock her in the face. She staggers backwards, crashing into one of the other widows behind her, however she is quick to come back at me again.

Her arm swings back, rolled in a fist before it crashed against my face. I stagger myself, blinking my eyes in a fast haste as I felt tears whelm up. I don't let the uprising pain bother me before I kick up the kali stick into my hands, me and the one who punched me had caught hers when one of the others threw it towards her. I guess I'm not welcomed here.

At first when I felt the kali in my hand, I thought I wouldn't have no clue how to use it but my memories didn't lose the fight or flight system inside of me go. My swings were fluid motion, with a bit of slowness in my steps to confused her, I strike with a fast haste when I'm closer. I allow myself to gain control over the situation, weighing out my options to ensure I don't get an disadvantage of my wasteful motion that'll surely slow me down.

I ensured that I was exact with my hits, whacking the stick at the back of the thigh with a shout coming out of the widows mouth. I walk around her hunched form, coming up before her like she's my prey and at this very moment she is. I'm slow but steady, swiftly making smooth fast movements before smacking it across her back.

She roared in pain, the kali stick falling to her side with a thud. Her hands raise up in a surrender position, her back arching in pain. I stand around her, swinging the stick around between my finger tips as I give her some time to get back up. I let out a fake yawn at how long she is getting up. I poke her sides, body flinching before I whack the back of her thighs again.

She falls to the ground with a thump, her head to the side as she clutches the back of her thigh. She glared up at me, something in behind it as if she's not in her own body. As if someone is controlling her. I furrow my brows at her, wondering if I was a widow, why would they attack one of there own?

Who was I before the accident?

I didn't get to voice my thoughts before I felt myself being ambushed from my left on to the ground. I fall to the ground with a grunt, the stick still in between my fingers fortunately but I landed on my shoulder blade which causes a hiss to escape my lips. I breath heavily, staring straight a head as I felt all dozen widows staring down at me with a flare in their eyes, their eyes same vacant of life.

I snap back into reality, I try to push myself up but as I get up to my feet once again. I felt hands grabbing at my elbows, locking me in a tight hold as two widows come advancing towards me with a bland look but with a predatory stance. The other on lookers, surround us in a taunting circle.

The first one throws repetitive punches towards my face, and stomach. My body hunched in pain as I spit out blood from my mouth, a grin staying in my face the whole time. I'm in the direction of Dimitri and Dreykov's line of view as they watch me get beaten up. I didn't get to see their facial expressions before another punch is being sent my way.