The Soul Stone | j.b.b ✔

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One thought crossed my mind when I opened my eyes first thing in the morning, I want ice cream. Last night I didn't eat anything since this whole new world thing stressed me out, plus I hate being on my own and without Briza here...I'm going to be a mess. I missed my best friend and it's only been a single day.

I stretched my limbs and got out of the rather comfortable bed, for being dead this is kind of an upgrade. The white bathrobe around my body was now wrinkled from a night's rest. Usually, I never go to bed before midnight, but I knew if I was going to have Bucky train me he wasn't going to wait until two pm for me to wake up. I tightened the robe and made my way to the small kitchen. I didn't bother checking for stuff last night so I really hope it's stocked. I gasped when I opened the freezer and saw my favorite icecream.

Okay, I'm tempted. On another note, is it the best thing to eat before I start doing an intense workout? Probably not. What is healthy and good to start the day? I racked my brain for meal ideas that my mom talked about last time I saw her.

With one last glance in the fridge, I noticed a carton of eggs sitting on the top shelf. So, scrambled eggs it is.

Breakfast was decent. I'll definitely have to think of some other recipes unless I can just think Burger King and get that to appear. I brushed my teeth and hair while looking through the closet. A lot of clothes in my style were present unlike my actual closet with clothes adhering to the dress code. I chose a pair of black yoga pants and a matching halter top. I know I'm meeting him to learn how to kick names and take ass {if you know you know} but being cute can't hurt.

I slid on some white trainers I found and locked the door behind me. Where even is the gym? I felt dumb when the elevator had a button labeled gym. The button turned into soft light green when pressed and the doors closed. The ride wasn't long so before I knew it I was walking into the unknown area. It's not like I've never been to a gym, I just haven't gone in six months.

"Oh good, you're here,"

I turned towards the voice and smiled when I saw his calming blue eyes, "Of course I am,"

"So, how much are you familiar with?" He asked while taking my water bottle from me and setting it down next to his.

"Honestly nothing," A small laugh escaped my mouth.

"That's okay, I'll teach you everything you need to know,"

Three Months Later ...

With a final kick, I had Bucky on the ground.

"Are you sure you aren't pulling your punches?" I smiled and extended my hand to him.

"Definitely not, your kicks are just...critical,"

"Critical, huh,"

He placed his left hand in mine and I pulled him up. I have to admit, I honestly admire his metal arm too much. Whenever we took our morning walks before practice I'd see the sunlight hit the golden streaks in his arm. He usually wore grey sweatpants and a black tank top when training me, he looked good.

"I'm confident you have hand-to-hand down, so want to learn with a knife?"

I swallowed my last bit of water, "Why not? Aren't you an expert on them?"

"You bet," He winked, "Mind if you come with to my apartment to grab the practice ones?"

"Let's go,"

I'm kind of excited to see Bucky's place. He's my only friend here and we've gotten really close. Every day we just spend the whole day together and I'm not complaining. He pulled on a grey hoodie and put his hair back up into a bun. That's hot.

Okay YN stop simping.

Sometimes when we were training we'd have these...moments. It's not safe to assume the feeling is mutual yet, but there's bound to be something there. I've noticed the first month of our training he started smiling more, revealing his true self. Another small detail I picked up on was he got more comfortable showing the scar where metal met flesh. He used to hide it but when I mentioned that his arm would never bother me, the next day he came in with a tank top.

I followed him into the elevator and the air was tense. Of course, he was on a higher floor so the ride would take longer. His right hand was so close to mine, so to avoid anything awkward I took my hair out and put it into a cleaner ponytail. My hair did grow out so now it rested just under my collar bone. Finally, the elevator doors opened and Bucky led me to his place.

"It's kind of a mess..." He started before opening the door.

"You call this a mess?" I laugh, "You should see mine,"

"I'll take you up on that later. I'll be right back,"

Bucky went to search for his training knives while I explored the place. Not too much, just walking around and stopping to look at certain things. He had a few pictures of him and Captain America placed on a shelf. There was one photo that caught my eye, is that Bucky from the 1940s? Damn, he looked dashing in a uniform.

"That's Steve, my best friend," He appeared next to me, a silver box rested under his left arm.

"I haven't seen mine in forever..."

"Don't worry, one day we'll see them again,"

I looked into his glistening eyes, the world fading around me. It's way too easy to get lost in his eyes. I didn't want to admit it, but I think I like him...The way he's always there to help me, cheer me up, or even just hang out whenever I wanted...that's someone I could see myself falling for.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He said quietly, setting down the box on the couch behind him.

I smiled slightly and said in a low whisper, "Because you're the most beautiful thing I know,"

Once I realized what I said I quickly snapped out of my trance, "Oh shit I didn't realize I said that...uh just forg-"

Bucky grabbed my face and closed the distance. His lips soft and gentle on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers into his slightly damp hair. His hands rested on my lower back, I could feel he was hesitant to touch me with his metal arm, but I'll make sure to show him I don't care.

He broke the kiss, "We should um, probably go back to-"

"Yeah...you have some techniques to teach me,"

"I have a lot I can teach you, doll,"