When It Rained

Chapter 5 - I'm Hoping So

Steve's first official day of lifting was today, that's where Finley wanted to start. So, standing on either side of him was Bucky and Finley. To say he had spotters was an understatement. "Just start with the bar Rogers." Finley walked around to the light switches flipping a lever to activate the fans. "Its about repetition. So looks like we're starting at the bottom."

"That's comforting." He grunted as Bucky adjusted his friend's hands correctly onto the bar.

With a chuckle, she sat on one of the benches beside him and watched. "It isn't supposed to be. Reps of ten, three of em'".

Immediately, Steve struggled getting to work. In the background Finley watched with interest. The kids got a hard enough time lifting the bar. If bulking up is what he wants, it's gonna have to start inside too.

With a sigh, she rose to her feet and her knees cracked one by one. Bucky couldn't help but watch her figure move. She was wearing a tighter fitting T shirt, the color fading to a dull brown with three buttons going down her chest. A form fitting pair of pants flowing with her as she walked.

The woman was something else, like nothing he had ever seen before. Normally women would swoon over him, and a lot of the time it was annoying. But Finley was different, she didn't even really look at him. Not to menchine she had a genuine interest towards his friend. No woman ever looked at Steve with as much focus as Finley did. gradually, his mind drifted to her appearance as well. She was a slender woman, but with an athletic build. Her bright blonde hair curled for what seemed to be days, but her legs ran on even longer.

"Buck." Steve huffed trying to force the bar upwards. With a quick shake, he was looking down to find himself leaning on the bar. As soon as he stood up, he grabbed a hold of it and helped Steve set it back in place.

As Steve recovered from the strain his friend had caused, Bucky took a breath and realized something.

He had a little crush on the street rat.

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Steve sat on the mats with sweat rolling down his face. It was a little past midnight and the kid was beat. "Here." Finley sat down next to him handing over a cup. "Drink this." Of course, his first instinct was to down whatever was in the cup. He was quenched of thirst and looking for any way out that he could.

However, as soon as the liquid met his lips. He regurgitated the drink onto the mat before him. This made both Bucky and Finley laugh. "What's in this?!?" He squealed.

"Just about everything under the sun that has a chance of building you some muscle." She shook his arm playfully. "It ain't good, but it'll do the trick."

"I'm starting to question your methods Finley." He took another drink with a frown.

With it, she rose to her feet and smiled. "What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger Stevie, now you two should start heading back home. Get some sleep and I'll see you upstairs tomorrow for cleanup. "

"What about you?" Buck rose to his feet too, Steve following suit behind him.

"I'm gonna hang back, help Jackson out upstairs a bit. Now get going, the rush usually comes in about any minute so I got work to do."

"Well what time do you normally get off?"

"4 if you two promise to show up at 9 for cleanup?"

"We'll be there." Steve nodded gathering him and Bucky's things. "We promise."

"Great, now get home and get some sleep. I'll see you two bright and early!" Guiding the two up the staircase and into the bustling crowd of people, she made sure to usher them to the door safely. Once outside, it was then that she started separating again. "Goodnight boys!" And just like that, she closed the door behind her separating them from the chaos and the quiet of the street.