THE CHAIN, B. Barnes daughter

4. again

TWO CHAPS IN ONE DAY, I been hustling for u people.

This one is literally just her training for like 3600 words. Enjoy!

UHM TW AT THE END, SHE GETS BEAT UP HOMEGIRL DESERVES BETTER IM SORRY.

IN THE DIMLY LIT TRAINING ROOM,
Bucky stood over Seven as she practiced her stances and strikes. Sweat dripped from her brow, and her small frame trembled with exhaustion, but her eyes were fierce with determination.

"Again," Bucky commanded, his voice firm.

Seven gritted her teeth and reset her stance. She launched into a series of punches and kicks, her movements sharp and precise. Bucky watched her closely, noting every mistake, every hesitation.

"Your left arm is dropping," he said, stepping forward to adjust her posture. "Keep it up. Protect your face. Again."

Seven nodded, swallowing hard. She took a deep breath and went through the motions once more. This time, her form was better, more controlled. Bucky gave a curt nod of approval.

"Good. Now let's move to the defense drills. Remember, stay light on your feet. Anticipate the attack."

Bucky demonstrated the moves, his own actions fluid and effortless. Seven watched intently, mimicking his movements as best she could. They went through the drills repeatedly, Bucky's sharp eyes catching every flaw.

"Again," he said each time she faltered, pushing her to perfect her technique.

They moved on to weapon training. Bucky handed her a training knife, watching as she gripped it with both hands. He showed her how to hold it properly, how to strike and defend with it.

"Focus, Sev," he urged. "A real fight won't give you time to think. It has to be instinct."

Seven nodded, her face set with concentration. She followed Bucky's instructions, practicing strikes and parries, her movements growing more confident with each repetition.

"Again," Bucky said, his tone unwavering.

As the session continued, Seven's fatigue became more evident. Her breaths came in short gasps, and her strikes lost some of their sharpness. Bucky knew she was nearing her limit, but he also knew she needed to push past it.

"Again," he repeated, his voice a mixture of encouragement and sternness.

Seven dug deep, summoning the last of her strength. She moved through the drills with a fierce determination, her eyes never leaving Bucky's. He saw the fire in her, the unyielding will to keep going.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Bucky held up a hand to stop her. "That's enough for today."

Seven collapsed onto the mat, panting heavily. Bucky knelt beside her, handing her a bottle of water. She drank greedily, her eyes still burning with resolve despite her exhaustion.

"You did well, Sev," Bucky said, his voice softer now. "But remember, every mistake could be the difference between life and death. We have to be perfect."

Seven nodded, her expression serious. "I understand, Papa. I'll keep practicing. I won't let you down."

Bucky felt a swell of pride as he looked at her. Despite everything, she was strong. She had the heart of a fighter, and he knew she would not break easily.

"I know you won't." He said firmly. "Come on." He said grabbing her hand.

As they left the training room, Bucky's mind was already planning the next session. He didn't know what they had in store for her, all he knew is he needed to prepare her.