Avengers, Loki & Bucky Imagines and Preferences

Bucky - That's Enough

You and Bucky had been training together for over a week now, giving each other tips and moves.

It was Friday and you met him on the mat again. You smiled slightly, noticing the large purple bruise on his cheekbone from where you'd punched him a bit too hard yesterday.
You felt bad, but to be fair, he'd moved into your punch.

Bucky was stretching on the mat, lifting his arms up to stretch them behind his neck. You wondered if he actually needed to stretch his bionic arm or if it was just habit.

He nodded at you when he saw you, waving his hand in greeting slightly.
You returned the gesture and began to warm up too.

You noticed Bucky was wearing a grey form fitting singlet and black training pants. You were wearing a black muscle tank and trousers much like his.

"Ready, (y/n)?" Bucky asked, walking around the edge of the mat.

"You say that like I'm not always ready!" You said, backing into one corner of the mat.

He smiled, raising an eyebrow and took a few steps towards you.

His left arm was behind his back and you sighed. He'd have to use it someday.

Your bare feet slapped on the mat as you charged at him, ducking under his arm at the last second and swinging around to attempt to sweep his legs out from under him.
Bucky was more balanced than usual though, because he was stationary and your attempt to topple him only made him stumble.

You quickly rolled out of the way and got to your feet, turning to face the man.

The corner of his lip twitched in a smile and he leapt forward, swinging a punch. You dodged his punch but not his kick. Then he failed to dodge your punch. He spun towards you, somehow managing to get an arm around your neck (his right arm of course).

You struggled but then you felt his warm breath in your ear and the heat rise up your neck.

"I think I won - again." He said, you could just imagine his smirk.

You screwed up your face and brought your elbow back in a sharp jab, hitting him right between the ribs. He grunted in pain and his grip loosened. Seeing your opportunity, you slipped out, kicking out to make him stumble before you gave a final push.

The Winter Soldier fell to the mat, but quickly recovered and grabbed you by the legs to pull you down.

You squealed slightly in surprise, accidentally landing with your knees on Bucky's chest.

He groaned, the wind knocked out of him. Smiling, you leaned towards him, whispering smugly "I think it's me who wins, Bucky."

He caught his breath back and looked up at you leaning over him. You saw his lips twitch before they were suddenly against yours, perfectly soft. Perfect.

You felt your cheeks flush as he gently pulled you into him as he lay his head back down on the mat, still kissing you.

It was you who pulled back first, though reluctantly. You'd heard the people muttering, their shocked gasps and the sudden silence as everyone stopped training to watch you.

Some had jealously in their eyes others disgust that a SHIELD agent kissed someone they still considered Hydra.

It was too much for you, all their angry stares directed at you.

You got up, not able to look at Bucky from fear that they'd mock him and left.

You didn't run, just walked briskly, out of the training room and into the hallway outside. You didn't know where you were going exactly but you just kept walking.
Everytime you passed an agent you felt that they were shaming you, even though there was no way they could know yet. Eventually you found a storage room and went inside, slumping against the wall behind a rack of tinned food.

You knew you weren't going to cry. Sadness wasn't the main emotion you were feeling. It was anger. Anger that you'd left like that. Anger at how you'd treated Bucky. Anger at how they'd looked at you. How they'd looked at you like you were disgusting. Like it was disgusting that someone like him would be with you and that you'd let him. You should've known better. Should've known that you weren't good enough for a hero like that. Should never have-

A knock on the door jerked you out of your thoughts.

"(Y/n)? Are you in there or am I talking to an empty cupboard again?"

You managed a sad smile. He's so cute.

"I'm here, Bucky." You found yourself saying.

The door opened, and there he was in the dim light, his hair a mess and his shoulders glistening with sweat.

He spotted you and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

You leant away, "No, Bucky, you can't."

"Why not? Are you worried someone's going to see us?" He asked, removing his arm.

You nodded and he sighed.

"(Y/n), are you really so concerned with what people think?"

"How could I not be?!" You exclaimed, "They all looked at me like I was disgusting. Like it was ridiculous how someone like me could catch the attention of you. You could do so much better than me and I just don't know if I can-"

"That's enough." Bucky said, rubbing a tear off your cheek with a thumb.
"I like you a lot, and if it's alright with you, I'd like to kiss you again because you're a pretty fantastic kisser."

You laughed and you heard his smile in his voice.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said.