Change of Plans (Bucky x Reader)

Part 4

Age: Nineteen
Weapon: Fighting Skills and a Handgun

Wow this guy really puts up a fight, you think to yourself as you throw another punch at his face. He ducks down and you miss. He knocks your legs out from under you, and you land on your back with a loud thud, the metal floor beneath you bruising your back in the process. He stands above you and looks down at you. Scoffing, you roll backwards and jump to your feet. Once on your feet you turn and try to kick him but his shiny metal arm catches your leg and throws you on to the ground again. Standing up you raise your arms in surrender and try and catch your breath. The Winter Soldier doesn't believe you and stays in his fighting stance.

"Chill Winter. I'm done for today." He relaxes and walks over to you and shakes your hand. He grunts something and stomps away. Oh how you miss home and your parents, as horrible as both of those things are. They sent you back to Siberia a few months ago because you were too skilled for the many skilled agents in America. They decided then that you should train with the Winter Soldier and so that's what you did. You were so nervous when you first found out that it was the man that you loved to look at so much when you were younger. Luckily, though, you got over that when he first punched you in the gut and didn't give no fucks.

You hate how he never really talks to you and only ever acknowledges you when you're sparring. You have no idea why you like him as much as you do, when all he does is ignore you and give you the occasional broken arm. You watch him leave and then slowly leave as well.

You make your way to your room, moaning in pain the entire time. Since you are older your room is a bit bigger and has a small bathroom attached to it as well. Once inside your room you take your training clothes off and change into your pyjamas. You fall face down on your bed and fall asleep. Six or so hours of training really takes it out of you.

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You groggily wake up to someone knocking, more like pounding, on your bedroom door. On shakey legs you stand up and go to your door. When you open it you are surprised to see the Winter Soldier on the other side. You try to hide your shock by frowning at him.

"Hey Winter, what can I do for you?" You rub the sleep out of your eyes and yawn. You look up and see the cold, dead stare of the Winter Soldier, he doesn't look at or saying anything to you. Annoyed you turn around, ready to close the door in his face, when you hear his rough voice.

"They sent me to fetch you." No pleasantries with him, only business. You nod and follow him out of your room. You walk through the base until you come to the training room again. You turn and face him but he doesn't look at you, he only looks straight ahead.

"Winter why are we here? I'm done training for today." You complain, getting pissed off and nervous at the same time. He ushers you inside and closes the door. You turn around and see nothing out of the ordinary in the big training room.

"I know you are, I was just wondering if you would train for a bit more with me?" You whip your head around and stare at him. Did he just ask you to train with him? You gape at the man for a lengthy amount of time, saying nothing.

"Were you told to ask me this?" You're still confused. He looks at you and shakes his head, a small, almost unnoticeably shake. "Oh? So this was your idea?" Your eyes get wider the longer you think about the situation you find yourself in.

"Yes it was, but we don't have to if you don't want to." He starts to turn around and reach for the door handle. In a flash your hand is on his left arm, the metal cold to the touch.

"I'd love to train some more with you." You don't meet his beautiful blue eyes, instead you stare at the red star on his upper arm. You stay like that until you realize that your hand is still on his arm. Embarrassed you jerk your hand away and take a few steps back.

He nods his head and walks to the middle of the room, the place where you normally spar with him. You quickly make your way to him and get ready to attack him. You know how this ends and you're beyond tired, so, your plan is to make this as painless as possible. Before you even take a step forward to punch him, he is in front of you. He swiftly throws you over his shoulder and you land on your back, all the air in your lungs gone.

"You are too slow, you must be quick." Dazed you look up at him and frown. It was strange being the only two people in the room. Usually there are more people, either training or giving advice on how to be a better fighter. The Winter Soldier never gave you advice and neither did anyone else, he always just beat you up then left. It was just how things worked. Brutal but efficient.

"What did you just say?" Your head hurts as you try and stand up.

"You are too slow. You must be quick." He holds his hand out and you take it. He helps you up but you just want to lay back down. Even the metal floor is comfortable in your current state. Your head is spinning and your body aches all over. Speed is something you don't have at this very moment.

"I'm exhausted Winter, I don't exactly have any speed in me right now. I'm not the Flash." You just look at him and give a weak smile. "Maybe we can do something else instead?" You hope he says yes, your legs aren't going to keep you standing for much longer. It is silent for a long time. You unconsciously play with your fingers and look at the floor. Normally it's around here that he would walk out, hell, he leaves for a lot less. When he doesn't answer you, you sigh, ready to leave him this time around.

"What could we do instead?" He sounds confused, which is a new thing. A grin makes its way on to your lips. This will be fun.

"We can talk or discuss weapons. We can go eat something." You don't want to look too eager. The room suddenly gets cold and you shiver, your sleep wear not keeping you very warm.

"Okay let's go get something to eat." He lets the tiniest of smiles grace his lips. Instead you let your smile almost break your face.

"Okay, great. Let me just go get a jacket." You sprint to your room and grab the first jacket that you can find. You rush back to the training room but you find it empty. Frowning, but still smiling, you walk to the kitchen. Your face falls when you find that also empty. Confused, you walk to the one other place where you think he might be.

You stand outside the room where you found Winter in all those years ago. Your hand rests on the handle of the door, when suddenly you hear a muffled screaming. You frown but don't open the door. You learnt years ago to not open doors unless you were told to. You sulk back to your room, your heart breaking a little. Being stood up by someone you really like was not fun. I need to stop expecting something different from him, you think as you open your bedroom door. You don't cry or start questioning yourself, you're stronger than that. You know you're lying to yourself but that's okay, an assassin can't afford to be weak, and if a little lie helps with that then it's a good thing.

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You wake up the next morning very sore. You do your daily routine of getting ready and stretching. The kitchen is filled with agents and scientists. You greet them all as you grab (F/F) out of the fridge.

When you are finished you walk to the training room. You see Winter waiting in the centre of the room where the two of you normally spar. You want to ask him what happened last night but instead you bury all your emotions. You stand in front of him and get ready to fight. He doesn't say a single word to you, he just starts beating you. You realise that he is being a lot rougher than usual but you over look that and fight back. It's not even halfway through your session and your body is already aching.

When you are done for the day Winter just leaves, he doesn't even shake your hand like he normally would. You stare after him and hold back tears. Marching back to your room you try not to think of last night. Someone probably told him to stay away from you, and now you get to suffer. Scratch that, your heart gets to suffer. You fall on your bed and just hug your pillow, trying your damnedest not to burst into tears.