Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Bucky's "Problem"

Summary: everyone knows of Bucky's crush on you, and how he tenses up whenever you're around. One day, you're practicing with your throwing knives when he sees you. You catch him staring. You know he has a problem, and you'd love to help him with it. But you're going to make him wait. One night, you two meet in the kitchen. Things quickly change from there.

Warnings: language, a brief sexy scene, 

Length: 1.7k

Your favorite thing to play with was your throwing knives. They were dangerous and made you feel powerful. You could easily scare the team if you brought them out. Well, Nat wasn't scared of them, but they boys sure were. 

Tony wasn't too frightened of them, but Steve and Bucky were. 

You twirled one around your finger and threw it. It landed in the center of the target across the room. 

Someone mumbled from the doorway. You turned, only to see Bucky standing there. He looked at you with wide eyes. 

"Hey there." You picked up another knife and threw it at the target. "Come to train?" 

The knife hit the center of the second target.

"Y-yeah." He stammered.

He was trembling. Every muscle in his body was tense. You picked up your third knife and twirled it delicately around your fingers. You could feel Bucky watching you. 

You threw the knife. It landed in the center of the third target. You looked over and smirked at him. 

His eyes stayed on you. He didn't dare move. 

You picked up your fourth and last knife and walked over to him. As you walked over, you turned the knife over and over in your hand. Slowly you circled him. You lightly touched the flat side of the blade to his back. 

He tensed as you lightly slid the blade down his back. 

"W-what are you d-doing?" He stammered.

You stood on your tip toes and lightly brushed your lips over his ear. "Don't mind me. I'm just here to train, not enjoy the view." 

You quickly threw the knife. It hit the center of the last target. 

He shivered. "Why me?" 

"I should be asking you that." You whispered. "Why me?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbled.

"Why is it me you decide to stare at? Why is it that every time I'm here training, you show up? Why is it that I always catch you staring at me during missions?" 

"I-I don't stare." He looked away. 

"Everyone knows you do." You ran a hand down his back. "You can't keep your eyes off what you want, yet you're too nervous to take what you desperately want."

He tensed. 

"I'll see you later." You brushed your lips across his ear and walked out. 

You sipped on your smoothie as you stood in the kitchen. 

"How was training?" Steve walked in.

"Good." You hummed. "I hit the center of all four." 

"I heard. Buck seemed a little jumpy when I walked in. You got anything do to with that?" He asked. 

"Maybe." You shrugged. "Maybe not. Not my fault he can't keep himself composed around me. It's not my fault every muscle in his body tenses when I'm around. When I say every muscle, I mean every muscle, Rogers."