Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Know More Than You Think

Summary: you're convinced that Bucky wants nothing to do with you. You've got lots of reasons to prove it, too. But one day in the locker room, things change. You're not sure how to handle it.

Warnings: language

Length: 2.0k

You downed a bottle of water after you returned from your morning run with Steve and Bucky. Steve walked with you to the kitchen to get something to drink, but Bucky vanished right away. 

"He doesn't like me, does he?" You refilled your water bottle.

"Who? Buck?" 

"Yeah. He always avoids me. He never talks to me. He doesn't even look at me." You frowned. "What does he have against me?" 

"He doesn't hate you." Steve assured you. "I can promise you that." 

"But he never talks to me. Never looks at me. He doesn't even want to be around me." You sighed. 

"That's not true." He squeezed your shoulder. "He doesn't hate you." 

"I think you're full of shit." You took another drink. "I'm going to take out my frustrations on a punching bag. I'll see you later." You walked off to the gym. 

You walked inside. The only person around was Bucky, but he didn't notice you. You pulled off your tank top and wrapped your hands before you started to punch the bag. 

You could feel the ache in your hands, but that didn't stop you. For an untraceable amount of time, you took your frustrations out on the bag. 

"Easy." Someone touched your bare back gently. 

You jumped and spun around, swinging a punch at whoever was behind you. 

Bucky caught your fist with his left hand. "Easy. Take a break. You've got yourself all worked up. You'll hurt yourself if you don't take a break. Here, drink something." He held your water bottle out to you. 

You took it from him and frowned. 

Before you could say anything to him, he walked out. 

For a few minutes after he left, you took sips of your water. You unwrapped your hands and sighed. 

Why did you like him as much as you did? He hardly spoke to you. He hardly acknowledged your existence. Today was the first day he spoke more than a sentence to you in a long time. 

When he touched you, you felt sparks fly up your arm. His voice made your heart flutter. Just the thought of him made you soft. 

You sipped at your water as you left the gym. You didn't feel like showering in your room, so you decided to shower in the locker room. No one ever used it, so you knew you'd be safe from seeing anyone. 

You stepped into one of the showers and turned on the water. You shoved your clothes into your bag and pulled out your towel. There wasn't an extra set of clothes in your bag, but you knew you wouldn't see anyone on the thirty second walk back to your bedroom.

Music played from your phone, so you didn't hear another person walk into the showers. You hummed to yourself as the music played. 

You shut off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel. Still humming, you left the shower. 

"I didn't know you were in here." 

You squeaked and looked up, only to be met with the crystal blue eyes of Bucky Barnes. He had a towel, which rested low on his hips, wrapped around his waist. His hair was dripping water down his back and bare chest.