BUCKY BARNES ♡ IMAGINES

training

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"why am i awake at 6 am in the morning? i can hear my bed calling me to come back to it." i whine, following my fellow acquaintances to the training room.

"because, we have to train for any upcoming battles. we have to be prepared for whatever comes our way." natasha says. she grabs a few pieces of equipment, getting them ready to use.

"but what about those of us who have powers?"

"you can't always rely on your powers to save your ass. sometimes hand to hand combat is more efficient." she argues back with me, making me groan. i sink down to the mat beneath me on my back with my knees bent, not wanting to move.

i just don't understand how hand to hand combat could even be more efficient than object manipulation or elemental powers. but i guess im one to speak with my own gifted powers.

my thoughts are interrupted by a rough slap on my thigh. i open my eyes and look at the culprit. "get up lazy bones, time to train."

"good morning to you too, barnes."

i lift my body up off the ground, soon standing on my feet. bucky grabs some gauzes, handing them to me.

"what am i supposed to do with these?"

"wrap them around your hands."

"why?"

"it protects your hand from any injuries that are induced by punching, just put it on." he chuckles, shaking his head.

i smile down at my hand as i wrap it with the gauzes. im not sure how much im supposed to put on here but i guess I'll find out when i start punching.

"ok, they're wrapped. now what?"

"we're going to see how skilled you are at punching." he slips on a couple of hand protectors so that the impact of my fist won't hurt him. which i highly doubt i'll do.

"now, punch me." he demands, holding up his hands for me to use as a target.

i use both of my fist to begin punching his hands. he doesn't budge one bit, making me feel inadequate.

"harder"

i start to punch harder than before.

"harder"

i roll my eyes and punch even harder. how exactly is this helping me?

"harder, harder, harder."

"that's what she said." i stop punching and turn to the voice that said that.

"really tony? really?" natasha questions the immature man that was leaning against the door frame. i chuckle at the comment.

"focus, doll." bucky says, making my attention avert back to him. a smirk was plastered on his face because of the pet name he used to address me.

"can we do something other than punching? i really don't see how this is helping me." i stick my wrapped hands up before lowering them again.

"perhaps we can see what skills you already acquire" he takes off his hand protectors and tosses them out of the way.

i follow as he walks over to some training mats that were scattered across the floor. they are used so that when you get body slammed it wont hurt as bad. but i've experienced it and believe me when i say that it still hurts as bad.

"alright, im going to throw some punches and your goal is to block them, understand?"

"yes sir" i retort a little sarcastically.

he smirks and throws the first punch, my hand blocking it. he throws a couple more, me blocking each of them as he emits them.

"very good, doll."

i feel proud of myself as i just defended myself from his fists. my cheeks also a little rosey from the new found nickname for myself.

"i want you to try to attack me" he states.

"ok..."

he gets into defending stance, preparing for me to attack. i take a deep breath before lunging at him, only to find myself on my back two seconds later. pain radiates through my body.

"was that really necessary?" i groan, propping myself up on my elbows. i look up at the laughing man towering above me.

"yes, yes it was."

"dick move barnes, dick move."

he extends his hand and i accept, allowing him to help me up.

"you arent being too rough with her, are you bucky?" Steve teases, giving a quick wink to his pal.

"of course not, we're just having a little fun."

"exactly what part of that was considered 'fun'?" i groan, placing my hand on my back.

"come on, doll. you can take it." bucky teases, biting his lip.

"i just took that hit like a bitch. i wouldn't be so sure about that."

"but you still got right back up, didn't you? its not about how many times you get knocked down, its about how many times you get back up."

"alright, who let bucky on tumblr again?" Tony's voice echoes through the room.

everyone lets out a laugh at the remark before beginning to train again.

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