1941 {Bucky Barnes x OC}

With all of the furniture pushed aside in the room, Steve and I square up to one another for probably the fiftieth time this tour.

"I don't like hitting you." He says for the millionth time.

"Steve, you won't hurt me. But if you don't get real then I will hurt you and you'll have to resort to self defence." I threaten.

He looks down and laughs lightly. "Sure Betty..."

I shrug and charge at him, aiming for his midsection. We begin our sparring match the moment I make contact and back him into the wall, taking him by surprise.

I take a step back and smirk at him. He moves towards me slowly and takes a challenge stance. I pull my knife, keeping it closed and try to strike him, he blocks my arm with his own and I toss my knife to my other hand, then aiming for an uppercut style to his abdomen.

He continues blocking any of my quick movements and I put the knife into my garter beginning to throw punches again trying not to actually hurt him.

As he begins throwing light punches, I easily dodge them. I quickly begin punching back, at which point he ducks down, giving me an opportunity to spring onto his shoulders and put him in a headlock with my legs.

I drag my thumb nail across his neck slowly and teasingly. "And just like that you're dead."

He laughs while lining me up to be dropped onto the couch so I land softly. "You expect me to believe that everyone I fight will be so cat like?"

"Not everyone. But, we don't know who we're fighting until we're in the thick of it." I tell him.

"What do we know?" He asks sarcastically.

"We know that you and I have targets on our heads. That Hydra would love to take us and test on us or just take us out for good. I know that without Buck, my powers are not nearly as good as they could be and it takes way more work than normal. I know that you need to work on your fighting, because this is real Steve, our lives are at risk if you don't." I spew off at him.

"Yeah I know that." He sighs.

"Steve I will do everything in my abilities to protect us. But I can't guarantee that I'll always be right there..."

He nods quietly for a moment. "Alright, where do you want to start?" He asks.

We spend a good couple of hours training before he excuses himself to his room next door. I begin taking off my makeup for the day and as I look down to my cosmetic bag I feel someone come up and grab me from behind, wrapping their hand against my throat.

I smash their ribs with my elbow and they reluctantly release me. They grunt at the contact. I move behind them quickly and kick them in the back so they fall against the dresser and it clashes against the wall between mine and Steve's room.

The man says something in German to himself before straightening himself upright. He pulls out his gun and points it my way. I move quickly and point his arm towards the wall shared with outside.