You Get Me | A Bucky Barnes Love Story

Twelve ~ Home?

 October 26th, 2016

Bucky:

Sit-ups - One, Two, ... , Forty-nine, Fifty. Sprint across the gym, twenty-meter sled push with an additional three-hundred pounds, then 20 pull-ups, thirty burpees and one chance to shoot the target with the pistol. Repeat until the pistol runs out of bullets.

Which in my case was always seven.

That was one of the many standard training regiments that I used at HYDRA, I remember that. I remember doing it almost every day, and on days I didn't train I had a mission. I was on round seven right now. One final bullet and I was done. My right arm was shaking from the burpees that I had just finished doing. I was facing the target, but something was stopping me from pulling the trigger, I wanted to be done, I wanted to finish the circuit, but something was stopping me from pulling the trigger on my Colt 1911 - the gun I had learned my way around like the back of my hand. I switched from my right to left hand, in hopes that I would be able to pull the trigger. Still nothing.

"Just do it!" I hear from all the way across the gym. I turned my head away from the target and look to see Maya's small figure in the middle of the doorway wearing leggings and a t-shirt, ready to train I presume. I shoot her a dirty stare. "What did I do?! You've been standing there for the last five minutes trying to shoot the target. You have better aim than anyone I know. Shoot the damn target!" I hear her yell.

I turn back to the target and point my gun at it once again. I come to my senses and finally pull the trigger, with the bullet landing perfectly in the middle of the target. I was done. Maya approaches me from behind and sets her bag down on one of the benches. "Good job," she says. She throws me a towel and a bottle of water which I gladly accept.

"Thanks," I say with a slight smile and wipe the sweat off my face.

"How did your aim get so good anyway?" Maya asks.

"Well when I was a part of the howling commandos, I was a sniper on the team. And I guess my aim had to be good since you know... HYDRA." I finish.

"Yeah, but like it's abnormally good. You hit almost the same spot on the target seven times in a row." Maya said. Now that I face the target to see if Maya's observation is true, I discover that it is. All of the bullets that I shot were about within an inch radius of the center of the target.

"What, like you can't do that?" I say. Maya had the exact same training as I did, I thought she would have fairly good aim, plus I wanted to see her shoot.

"I can't actually. Well, at least not as well as you're able to do it."

"Can we test this theory?" I ask.

"Not a theory - but a fact. But sure," she says. I go to pick up my pistol to hand to her but when I turn around I see Maya digging through her duffle bag and couple seconds later her hands re-emerge with a new-looking Glock 17 pistol. She walks over to the cabinet in the gym that was full of bullets of almost any size. She grabs a brand new box of nine-millimetre bullets, pops out her magazine, and starts to load.

"Where did you even get that?" I ask with my eyebrows raised in surprise. I was shocked that Maya was actually able to travel around with a Glock 17 sitting in her bag, and I was even more shocked that Tony would let her bring it inside the facility.

"I stole it from the quinjet when we arrived here, and I stole the extra magazine from the weapons facility," she said with a smirk on her face. That made more sense. No one knew that she had the gun in the first place. "Don't tell anyone... please," she said with a straight face.

"Wouldn't dream of it, because I know you would shoot me," I say. Maya smirks at my remark and finishes loading her gun and steps up to the shooting platform. She takes five shots all around the center of the target and turns to look at me. Her aim was better than average.