Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Brat

Summary: you're a skilled combat fighter that's recruited by the Avengers. Bucky, seeing your skills, offers to train you. What he doesn't know is that you're defiant, sassy, and stubborn. He doesn't like your attitude, so he's going to change it.

Warnings: language, a brief sexy scene (it's not anything descriptive)

Length: 2.8k

As a child, you took any combat classes you could. You looked up to New York's group of heroes. The world's heroes. The Avengers. 

You wanted to be one of them. 

You were determined to be one of them. 

Now, at twenty-two, you stood at the base of the Avengers tower. They were waiting for you. 

You hadn't officially met them yet. It was Nick Fury who showed up at your apartment in Washington D.C. after you got home from work. He offered you a chance, and you took it. 

You walked inside the tower and took the elevator up to the top. It dinged and you stepped out. The team looked up. 

"You must be the newest recruit." Tony Stark stood up.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Fury sent me." 

"Of course he did." Tony introduced you to the rest of the team and later showed you to your room. "You're sharing a floor with Cap and Tin Man. They mainly keep to themselves. I'm sure they'll come visit you later. Tin Man is going to be training you. He offered." 

"Oh." You frowned.

"Hope you like waking up early." Tony walked off, leaving you to settle in on your own. 

You groaned. You were not a morning person. If Barnes was going to wake you up at the crack of dawn, he was going to regret it. 

Luckily for you, he stopped by your room later. 

At first, you didn't notice him. You were unpacking your clothes and hanging them up. You turned. 

"Jesus fucking Christ! I swear to god, if you ever do that again I'll kick your ass!" You threatened. 

He smirked. "You couldn't hit me even if you tried." 

You got up and swung at him. He caught your hand and kicked your legs out from under you. 

"Let this be your first lesson. Don't challenge me." He looked down at you. "Unless you want to get your ass kicked. I'll meet you in the training room at six." 

"Six?! That's too fucking early!" 

He met your gaze, his blue eyes narrow. "Five thirty. No later."

"But-" 

"Keep talking and it'll be five." 

"Bastard." You muttered under your breath. 

"Brat." He turned and stalked off. "Five o'clock sharp!"

"Fuck that!" 

The next morning, you didn't walk into the training room until six. You wore shorts and a tank top, and held a smoothie in your hand. 

He looked up. "You're late." 

"I don't care. What are you going to do about it? Take away my birthday?" You scoffed. "I'm not scared of you." You set your smoothie down and pulled off your tank top, leaving you in just a sports bra and shorts. 

"Listen here, brat. I'm not going to put up with your bullshit. Got it?"

"Yes sir." You mocked, saluting him. "I'll be a good girl and do exactly as you say."