the team doctor || bucky barnes (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

57.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ: ɪᴍɢᴏɴɴᴀɢᴇᴛʏᴏᴜʙᴀᴄᴋ - ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫?"

~

HUNGOVER WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT.

But not alcohol hungover, worse. Hang-xiety.

"How you get up and function is beyond me," Valerie sat on the bench next to the weights. Wanda set her weights down, chuckling.

"We've all been there," Natasha grunted as she finished a set of reps. "What happened, anyway?"

"I'd rather not,"

Nat smirked. "What, did you guys..."

"No, no." She shook her head furiously. "No."

"Alright, got it,"

"Good, you need to make him work for it."

All three heads snapped to Sam, who did crunches on the mat next to them.

"What?"

"I'm still confused when you became allowed part of this little circle," Nat countered. "We don't have a lot of female energy in the team as it is, so you wiggling your way in isn't appreciated."

"Need I remind you, she and I have matching tattoos."

"No, you do not need to remind me since I lost one hundred dollars for that. Thanks again, Val."

Valerie giggled. "I never told you to bet on me, you just love doing it,"

"Quite a long break, there," T'Challa sauntered over.

Wanda and Natasha quickly went back to their routines, stifling laughs. Valerie sprung up, walking over to grab the weights she was using before.

"T'Challa, I went to bed really late. Any chance we could do 10's?"

He simply shook his head.

"And to think, I was the one who put myself in this position," She muttered, beginning to bring the weights up and down in a curl.

"You're going too fast again, you need to use slower motions."

"I'm trying to get done quicker!" She contested.

"Like me," He demonstrated, although picking up weights that weighed far more than hers did.

"Well, now you're just showing off,"

She managed to get a smile from him. She loved when that happened. T'Challa was generally a pretty serious guy, but training with him let her crack the surface even if it was in the smallest way.

Over on the simulation mat, Bucky was training with Tony's technology. He was beyond surprised to see Valerie walk in that morning, distracted by the tight leggings that displayed her definitely-more-defined legs. As he finished the sim, he scowled when he looked over at Valerie and T'Challa sharing what looked like to be her attempting a joke. He wondered how long she had been training with the team, but by the looks of it, it wasn't her first day. Her arms were toned, her thighs a little thicker, and he didn't even want to venture to the back of her. He needed to maintain some control.

"Twenty," She breathed, dropping the weights in exhaustion.

"I will get you some more water,"

"Thanks," She nodded at T'Challa before taking a seat on the bench again. She leaned back on her hands, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.