Pent-Up Feelings
The punching bag shook under her relentless punches, eventually falling to the floor when she delivered a particularly vicious blow.
“Not again.” She huffed, kicking the bag with a look of disgust as though it was the objects fault it couldn’t withstand her attacks.
“Any reason you’ve destroyed three punching bags in the last hour, I think that’s a record even for you.”
“I just have a lot of things on my mind Cap.” [Y/N] answered, walking to the corner and snatching up yet another punching bag.
“Wanna go a few rounds with me?” Steve suggested, drinking from his water bottle then fixing her with a smile.
“I don’t want to break you.” She replied dryly, punching the new bag in the same manner she had just treated the last few.
“I think you’ll find I can hold my own better than a punching bag.”
“You really want to get hurt don’t you?” [Y/N] huffed, turning to face him with her hands on her hips.
“I just think you would rather face off against someone who can fight back as opposed to that thing.”
“Fine, since you’re so insistent, fair warning though I won’t go easy on you.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” Steve laughed, following her onto the sparring mats, obviously not taking her seriously, “So how ma-“
A sharp blow to his jaw followed by a swift round house kick cut him off and Steve quickly found himself on the mat. A small hand, the hand that had caused the bruise forming on his jaw, reached out to him and he took it then stared at the woman that hand belonged to.
“Alright, I see how it is.” He said with a nod and threw a punch her way.
It was as though she was dancing to some melody only she could hear as she moved. Twirling away from his attack, [Y/N] retaliated with a swift knee to the blonde mans gut and as he hunched over coughing she delivered him another fist to the face. As Steve crumpled to the ground she smirked down at him, holding out her hand once more.
“Steve don’t you think you’ve had enough?” A familiar voice asked as the super soldier was knocked to the mat for the seventh time in the last half hour.
“Shut up Buck!” Steve huffed, pushing himself up and looking at the [h/c] haired woman in front of him, he wiped the blood that fell from his lip and panted softly, “I think I’m starting to understand how those punching bags felt.”
“This is your own fault Cap, I warned you.” [Y/N] said with a shrug, keeping her stance relaxed even though she knew an attack from him could come at any moment.
“Why don’t I have a go Steve, you look like you need a breather.” Bucky suggested, barely managing to hold in his laughter at the sight of his best friend.
“What is it with you super soldiers and wanting to get your asses kicked today?” [Y/N] huffed, watching as Bucky took Steve’s place on the mat in front of her.
“What’s got you so worked up today sunshine?” The brunette asked, dodging her punch and grabbing a hold of her arm to redirect her.
“Everything.” She growled in responded as she quickly countered him, swinging her leg out and knocking his legs from under him, glaring down as she looked over him and held out her hand, “I just have all these pent up feelings and everything is pissing me off. I just need to get it all out before I explode.”
Bucky took her hand, effortlessly being pulled to his feet by the smaller woman. She moved to her side of the mat and turned to face him with that same relaxed stance.
“Well let’s see what we can do about that.” Bucky responded with a smirk, this time he threw the first punch.
[Y/N] dodged each punch he threw her way, his attacks seemed as relentless as the blows she was throwing at the punching bags and his speed left her no chance to counter. Allowing him to hit her forehead she threw a fist in his direction, managing to connect with his jaw before he once again took hold of her arm though this time he countered by flipping her over onto the mat.
Her face pressed into the mat as Bucky held her arms behind her back while sitting on her hips. With an unseen smirk Bucky bent down and pressed a kiss against her neck, feeling [Y/N] shudder under his touch.
“Maybe I should show you another way to get all of those feelings of yours out.” He commented in her ear, his hot breath caressing her neck.
“I’m open to suggestions.” She breathed out, feeling a new sensation over take her.
Being flipped over, [Y/N] found her [e/c= eyes locked with Bucky’s blue eyes. He now held her arms over her head and she could feel the bulge that was slowly growing in his pants. Her heart began to race and his lips were suddenly on hers in a deep and heated kiss. Releasing her hands, Bucky held onto her hips and pulled [Y/N] flush against him while she tangled her fingers in her brunette locks. As she gently began to tug a low moan rumbled in his throat and his hips ground against hers earning the same response.
“This is definitely not what I have in mind when I think of sparring.”
They pulled apart and saw Natasha and Clint, Steve apparently having left, staring at them. Natasha smirked and crossed her arms over her chest as if expecting something.
“If there’s something the two of you wanna do can you take it somewhere else?” Clint asked.
The two assassins never received a response, merely watching as Bucky pulled [Y/N] to her feet and pulled her from the gym by her waist.