Laying on the mat of the training room, Steve's foot on your chest and you in an arm bar, you grunt."Give up,(Y/N)!" You grunt again, kicking his feet out from under him. He fell with a groan, you straddling him, pinning his wrist above his head.
Bucky heard a commotion and decide to investigate. What he saw inraged him. "STEVE!!!I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!!!" he yelled pushing you off of him and grabbing Steve by the collar."Woah, Mate, chill out!" "I'm not gonna chill out! What the fuck was that Shit??????" Steve blinked."First off Language!!!! Second I don't know what your talkih about!!! We we're just sparing!!!"
Bucky grunts, not looking Steve in the eye. "Yeah whatever." he storms off to the training room."Hey (Y/N) wanna spar?????" he said through gritted teeth. You nodded. "Sure-" he cut you off by pinning you down straddling your hips. Your face turned red and you bit your lip.
He leans down kissing you passionately. At first you were shocked but you then kissed back, making him smile. "You know what? I like you..." you giggled at his dorkieness. "Right back at you!" you winked.
