Training
“Shit, Bucky, hit him!”
“I can’t! He’s–”
“Then let me do it, come on!”
“No, it’s okay, I got him now. Ah, fuck! He’s– again–”
“Just let me do it!”
“Fine!”
“Thank you!” you yelled, frantically mashing buttons to defeat Shang Tsung, the opponent in your your boss battle. You smashed in the YYY ice blade combo over and over again.
“Do the combo!” Bucky suggested.
“I can’t. The bar has to fill up first. I’m almost– fuck! He– I’m almost dead!”
“Let me help.” You exhaled roughly, your hands sweating from the heat of the controller, and you pressed LB, switching Sub-Zero for Scorpion on the screen in front of you.
“Alright, I got th–”
“FINISH HIM,” the game commanded, and Shang Tsung jumped into the air and kicked Scorpion’s face in.
You dropped your controller and glared at Bucky.
“...Sorry.”
You sighed, unfolding your legs from under you, running your hand through his hair as you stood.
“That’s okay. You’re still in training.”
“How long are we going to be playing? It’s almost two in the morning.”
His reminder made you yawn. “Until we beat this asshole. More caffeine?”
“Yes, please.”
You’d been training him in being a normal human being, and part of that was video games. Yesterday you’d taken him to your favourite game shop and told him to find something that he wanted to learn and you’d buy it. Rather ironically, you thought, he chose Mortal Kombat. The two of you had been ‘training’ since 4 p.m., and you’d had a pizza break at 6, but other than that, it had been 10 straight hours of screaming and button mashing in your shared apartment.
You came back a few minutes later with two bottles of Coke and noticed that Bucky was falling asleep.
“Barnes! Up, let’s go!” you yelled, throwing the bottle at him. He shook awake, looking disoriented.
“Right...” he mumbled. “Game.”
“Drink it, cause we’re gonna keep going until you get better,” you said, nudging the bottle at him, “And I don’t want you falling asleep.”
“I’m tired, Y/N,” he said in a whiny voice, giving you puppy eyes.
“I know, I know, sweetheart. Just wait until MarioKart. Rainbow Road’s a bitch.”
He sighed. “Can we at least take a short rest?”
You tried hard to resist his puppy look, but to no avail. You set your own caffeine down and snuggled into Bucky’s arms on the sofa, your face burying itself in its usual spot in the crook of his neck and your arms snaking their way around his waist. You both fell asleep almost instantly, the Mortal Kombat theme drawling on in the background.
You woke up to the same music, and bright sunlight coming in through your window. You groaned, sitting up and stretching, nudging your boyfriend in the ribs to wake him. He let out a soft groan and yawned as you said, “That was a bit more than a short rest.”
“Wh–” he barely began his question before you answered it.
“Quarter til ten.” You yawned yourself. You couldn’t believe how tired you were.
“You need some waking up, doll?” Bucky asked you, his lips finding their way to his neck.
“God, yes.”
He pulled you under him and his lips worked your neck, but you grabbed his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss. Alas, it only lasted a few seconds, for you pulled him away from you and whispered in his ear, “You know, you might get out of training for the day if you go down on me.”
And boy, did he got out training for the day.