Punching Bag
Bucky’s POV
Bucky hated to leave Iris alone with Fury. He knew that Fury didn’t trust him and the feeling was mutual. Bucky was sure that nothing would happen but it wasn’t her present safety he was scared for; it was her future.
If Iris were to join the Avengers Bucky would’ve been ecstatic although he wouldn’t show it. But that was beyond the point. He knew that her life would constantly be in danger if she joined, even more so with HYDRA getting back into the game. The last thing he wanted to do was loose her by having her dragged into this bullshit, but he also couldn’t stand it if he lost her back to the streets.
“Fuck!” He cursed under his breath. Why can’t you make up your mind! Bucky resisted the urge to punch through the wall of the office hallway. A few people glanced at him hesitantly but quickly backed down as he stomped to the elevator. The metal gears of his arm were whirring as he opened and closed his fist, trying to calm himself. It wasn’t working.
Bucky had been with a lot of girls in the 40s but none of them made him feel the same way Iris did. They were all weak and desperate for his attention. He knew women were different nowadays but Iris was her whole own person. So strong yet so broken. Bucky felt the connection instantly, knowing he was the same on the inside.
Once Bucky reached the end of the maze of hallways he basically slammed the elevator button. It came up a second later. The doors slid open revealing a pair of men dressed in business suits. They looked terrified once they noticed the agitated super soldier in front of them and quickly stepped out the elevator making room for Bucky. Bucky stomped in, watching the two men waiting for another elevator.
As the doors slid closed Bucky sighed. His metal hand was still opening and closing.
“Training rooms, FRIDAY. And make it fast.” Bucky muttered under his breath. He didn’t want to raise his voice, knowing what would happen if he got too angry.
“Right away sir.” The elevator moved downwards to the levels restricted to Avengers only. At one of the lower floors the doors slid open revealing a state of the art gym.
In the center sat a boxing ring which was surrounded by a few beat up punching bags. Behind a glass wall to the right was a room filled with all sorts of equipment from weights to treadmills. On the opposite wall sat another glass wall. However, this was one-way glass. Anyone on the inside would not be able to see the outside.
At this point it just looked like an overly large, empty, white room. But Bucky knew this wasn’t the case. Stark created this room as a simulation chamber. It could create any terrain with realistic enemies which you could physically fight. When in the simulation everything felt real, the sounds, the scenery, everything you could actually feel even though it wasn’t actually there. Sometimes Stark would put up competitions in which one Avenger would be pitted against another. Bucky always won.
But this wasn’t the time. Bucky grabbed some fabric from one of the shelves that lined the wall and began wrapping it around his flesh hand. His metal one didn’t need it. He then pulled off his thin shirt and placed it on the shelf.
He walked over to one of the reinforced punching bags. Stark and Banner had created extremely durable equipment as Bucky often broke it.
Bucky raised both his fists and began unleashing his anger. One punch after another, both with his metal and his flesh fists. He slammed into the bag, it swaying forward even with its reinforced chains. Bucky didn’t know how long he was in there as he lost his mind in the movements. Bucky was so concentrated he didn’t even notice the elevator doors slide open.