Lost Through Time (Bucky Barnes)

Chapter Eight

Throughout the whole two weeks and two days I’ve realized I was not a morning person at all. Hearing a loud knocking sound at my door, I groaned turning to the right side to just shove my head into my pillow.

“DAMMIT! GET HER UP NOW!” I knew it was none other than the Winter himself. His loud footsteps echoed through the long hallway. Knowing my guards would have the keys to my room in no time, I decided to get up. Walking over to the bathroom, I got ready as fast as I could but noticed something strange. Upon putting on my black tank top I noticed a bruised area on my upper back.

“Flame, the Winter Soldier wants you in the training room 0800.” Said my masked bodyguard looking down at me and with no sign of moving. Knowing he was gonna wait for me, I headed for the door walking straight into the training room to see Winter hitting the punching boxing bag as if it was his enemy. Three other ones laid around the floor close to him all broken up with it’s chains scattered around the room.

“It’s about time!” He said throwing two boxing gloves at my face, thank god for my reflexes I caught them in time. .

“For someone that has anger issues you sure know how to lighten my day.” I said giving him a fake smile, before putting up the middle finger. “Let’s go.” I put on my gloves and started getting into a fighting position.  

“No…not me, the boxing bag.” He pointed at it “oh and those” I looked at the side of the room to see about 10 more.

“You’ve got to be kidding, I can’t do all that.” Getting out of my fighting posititon

“Yes you can, you're a super soldier.” He went over grabbing a chair from one of the masked men, setting it down where I was standing. “Go! We don’t have all day!” He glared down at me, using his large body to his advantage trying to cause fear.

“Keep with that attitude and the punching bag won’t be the only thing I’ll hit.” I whispered

“Heard that!” He yelled as I walked towards the punching bag, having a good idea to hit it with all my force. I hit the punching bag over and over again and through all that it wasn’t good enough. “HARDER!”.... “DAMMIT! HIT HARDER VICTORIA!” He would say over and over again.

“Yell at me one for more time!” I shouted winging my body around to face his cold and hard face. He stood up walking until a couple feet away from me.

“I said to hit it harder!” he said in a slow voice looking straight into my eyes. Before I knew it my body had taken control. I shoved him across the room, making him hit the white concrete wall. Once he lifted his face out of messed up long hair. His face expression was beyond pissed off. “Is that the game you want to play?” He asked grabbing two boxing gloves from the side, slowly putting them on looking up waiting for my response. Crap! Crap! Crap!  “Oh so now you don’t answer.” I grabbed the boxing gloves to show no fear, though I knew I would take him on if it wasn’t because I was injured.

“Come on… let’s play.” Taking my lead leg I went into position putting my hands up to my face guarding it. He could easily injure me by three techniques, we slowly circled each other waiting for one to make throw the first blow. As he took a fast step towards me and threw a punch, with a lot of strength I was able to dodge the hit to only give me a bloody nose. Putting out my opposite leg, taking my left arm giving him a clean and straight hit in the stomach which he flinched to my own surprise, I hit him again though not as hard as the last time knowing he wouldn’t flinch for that one. Seeing we were be the walls, I hit again and again distracting him before he knew what my next move would be to only be stopped by a blow to the cheek. Pain erupted in only seconds, shaking my head to clear my blurry eyes, I arched my back into a bridge as I missed one of his hits. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to go back into standing position without being hit square in the face. I decided to do a basic hand backspring, realizing that the information I read about fighting wasn’t a waste of time. Upon landing I ducked knowing he would be on my heels. Seeing him trip, He groaned in frustration turning around taking his lead leg and trying to hit my face. I took a couple of blows on the stomach, chest and one big hit by the ribs knocking out by breathing. It was like if you were being stabbed in the lungs everything you exhaled. I turned around to feel what felt like truck hit my stomach. Without thinking of what I was doing I ran with my arms up and my upper body crouched down. I knew tackling him down wasn’t gonna work, he was after all ten times weigher and taller than me. But what the hell, as I ran with all force I threw him backwards feeling him trying to gain control of both me and falling. Knowing he wasn’t going to stop the fall, the circled his arms around my back taking me down with him. That Bastard! I thought to myself as I hit with a thump. As I realized what was going on I stood up, I had fell on top of the Winter Soldier and it felt….nice.