𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

lvi. I KNOW HOW TO FIGHT

You shifted uncomfortably as Bucky entered the training room. He had claimed that you needed self defence training now that the two of you were dating which supposedly put you in imminent danger. "Morning." He pressed a kiss to your cheek as he set his stuff down beside you. He could sense you were nervous and so faced you with a reassuring smile. "This is gonna be fun."

"I really don't think I need the training, Buck." Bucky scoffed, grasping your wrist gently and leading you into the middle of the open space surrounding you. "Come on, it's for your own good." You rolled your eyes with a knowing smile. "Fine." Bucky grinned at your agreement, nudging you playfully.

"Okay so I'm gonna start slowly. Pretend I'm an attacker, defend yourself." Bucky changed his stance, readying himself to 'attack' you. He slowly launched a punch at you; so slowly it was almost patronising. You dodged his punch, still uninterested. Bucky tilted his head at you, trying to encourage you to be more enthusiastic.

"Come on, doll." You roll your eyes, walking away from him and towards the array of punching bags lined up on the other side of the room. "Why can't I just practice on one of these?"

"Because you're not getting realistic training when you're hitting an inanimate object." You cross your arms over your chest as Bucky remains behind you with a pleading expression. "Fine, hit me." You clap your hands together and face Bucky with determination.

"I'm not actually gonna-" Bucky stops short as you swing your fist towards him. He catches it with ease sending you a smug smile. "That wouldn't work because I could just do this," Bucky spins you around, leaning your back into his front. His stubble is grazing your neck as he keeps his body close to yours.

"Would this?" Before Bucky can question your remark you jab your elbow into his side, freeing yourself from his grip. A low grunt escapes his lips as his hand falls to his rib-cage, rubbing it to ease the pain. His lips quickly turn up into an amused smile.

"Any other tricks up your sleeve?" he teases, beckoning you forward. You shrug your shoulders with a proud. "Provoke me and you'll find out." You step forward as Bucky gestured you should do. He runs forward at you and you allow him to pass you, tripping him just as he does. He grabs your arm just as he begins to fall, leaving you on top of him.

He flips you over so that he's hovering above you. "Hi," you mumble, not knowing what else to say under the tension of your close proximity. "Hey." He chuckles softly back. He leans towards you and just as his lips brush yours, you shove him sideways making him fall to the floor beside you.

"Told you I didn't need the training."