Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

8. Bucky - Don't Underestimate a Woman, Barnes

A/N - Okay it's agreed that after that new Civil War trailer, we all need some fluff right? I mean...that was very emotional. How are we going to sit through 2+ hours of this??? Anyway, here is a Bucky oneshot that actually isn't angsty like the last ones :) I apologize because I suck at writing fight sequences :/

Warnings - Some language, Bucky gets kinda flirty ;)

"How come you never want to train with me?" You asked curiously, folding your arms and raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bucky said in response, giving you a look before going back to punching his bag. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was trying to play it off.

"Come on, Buck. I'm not an idiot. Every time I bring it up you shrug it off. I'm getting tired of training with Sam, he's too easy."

"I heard that!" You heard him shout from behind you, but you ignored him, continuing to stare at Bucky and wait for an explanation.

"I might hurt you, doll," he said simply, stopping to grab a water bottle. Like you hadn't heard that excuse before.

"I think you're just saying that because you're afraid of losing," you muttered, trying not to grin when he snapped his gaze back up at you. Once you presented a challenge, you knew he would give in.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He grumbled, setting the bottle down, "If you're that eager, let's do it now."

You smirked triumphantly, "Well that was easier than I thought it would be."

"Just wait," he taunted, "You won't even get me on the mat."

"Oooh, I think a bet is in order,"  you grinned as you both reached the mat, getting ready, "How about, when I win, you have to buy dinner for the rest of the week. And it's gotta be from some place good."

"Or, when I win, you have to go to that technology convention with Stark instead of me."

"Oh, that's low. You know how much I hate those things. Last time he made me tell the press how great he was."

"Well, if you think you're gonna win, then you won't even have to worry about it, would you?"

You gave him a playful glare, "Fine. If I keep you on the mat for fifteen seconds, I win. And vice versa, but you don't have a chance."

"You can try, doll," he moved into an exaggerated fighting position, causing me to roll my eyes, "Come on, come at me. You wanted to do this, remember? Or are you too chicken now?"

"Oh, you are such an asshole," you muttered, but nonetheless made the first move. 

You went for an easy fake, which of course he dodged before grabbing your wrist and trying to twist it behind your back. You hooked your foot behind his and managed to knock him to the ground, but before long he had rolled up again, his grin unwavering. You blocked his next one, frowning when you realized he wasn't putting an effort into it.

"Stop going easy on me," you complained, dodging another weak punch and grabbing for his arm.

"Fine," he muttered, swiping his leg underneath yours and knocking you on your back before you could react. 

You winced, hand going to your stomach with a slight groan from having the air knocked out of you. 

"Shit, Y/N, are you okay? I didn't mean to make that so hard," Bucky knelt down next to you, making your next move easy.

Immediately, you moved your leg to knock his out from underneath him, and jumped on top of him when he least expected it. His expression was mildly shocked when he realized you had tricked him.

"Ha! Gotcha," you smirked, straddling his waist and slamming his wrists above his head when he tried to struggle out of it. "I cannot believe you fell for that. And you thought I couldn't even get you on the mat."

"Don't get cocky, I doubt you could keep me here for fifteen seconds," he smirked. You knew that was true, you mean, the guy had a metal arm for crying out loud. But it didn't mean you wouldn't try.

He didn't even give you a chance though, instead ripping his hands from your grip easily. He grabbed you at the waist and flipped you over, switching the previous positions with a smirk on his face.

"Jeez," you muttered, trying not to laugh at his triumphant expression, "You really don't want to go to that convention, huh?"

"Maybe, I just wanted to get you underneath me," he grinned when you smacked his arm, but that just made him grab your hands and pin them above you like you had done to him.

"Using my own moves against me," you narrowed your eyes at his smug expression, "How rude."

"Sweetheart, I invented that move."

"Oh, please. Also, I've been down here for more than fifteen seconds. Can you let me go?"

"I don't know doll, I'm pretty comfortable," he smirked, releasing your hands but not moving, just letting them rest on your waist. 

You pursed your lips, "So, what will it take to get you to move?"

"Not much," he promised, a suggestive glint in his eye that made you roll yours in slight annoyance. 

"You're still an asshole," you mumbled, but grabbed his shirt and yanked him down toward you, pressing your lips to his. He responded eagerly, one of his hands going in your hair as he deepened the kiss. You both let yourselves forget poor Sam was still in there.

"Uh, can you guys not do that in the gym, please?" You heard Sam ask uncomfortably, causing you to pull back from Bucky while chuckling because of your boyfriend's expression.

"No one said you had to stay and watch, Wilson," he said in an annoyed tone, but finally rolled off of you so you could get up. 

"There is no way in hell I'm training again while you two are here," you heard Sam mutter as he was leaving, while Bucky helped you up.

"Have fun at the convention," he said with a wink, to which you stuck your tongue out at him. "Don't make that face at me, doll, you were the one who talked yourself up-"

Before he could finish, you simultaneously grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind him, hooking his foot and forcing him to the ground as easily as if you had done in multiple times before. 

"You were saying?" You asked innocently, resisting the urge to laugh at how shocked his face looked pressed into the mat.

"So you were the one that was holding back," he grumbled, trying to struggle out of it, but your grip tightened as you pressed him further down, shaking your head.

"I didn't want to embarrass you in front of Sam, I know how fragile your male ego gets sometimes," you replied, "Besides, those conventions with Tony aren't that bad. He always buys lunch, and I like Shawarma believe it or not. Do not underestimate a woman, Barnes. Next time I'll do it in front of Steve, and you know he'll never let you live it down."

"You're such a little shit," he laughed, almost like he still couldn't believe you had pinned him down so easily, "You are so lucky I love you."

"Aw, and you are so lucky I love you enough to not sit here with you in this position for another hour," you replied in a sassy tone, but let go of him, stepping back as he got up with a groan and gave you a small glare that you returned with a sweet smile.

"You better bring me back some Shawarma," he grumbled as he pulled you towards him, kissing your forehead while you laughed.

"No promises, Buck."