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Pairing: Reader & Bucky, Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 702
Prompt: Reader tackles Bucky during training
Summary: During an intense training session, you seize your chance to catch Bucky Barnes off guard.
Warnings:Â physical combat, sparring, mild injury, suggestive tension, competitive banter, close physical contact, minor power play
The training room is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery. You're crouched low behind a stack of crates, heart pounding, eyes fixed on your target. Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stands in the center of the room, his back to you. His broad shoulders rise and fall with measured breaths, the subtle tension in his muscles telling you heâs waiting for somethingâfor you.
Youâve been sparring with him for weeks, and he never makes it easy. Thatâs the thing with Buckyâheâs always one step ahead, always anticipating your every move. But today? Today feels different. Your powers hum beneath your skin, crackling with energy as you steady your breathing, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Heâs fast, no doubt about it, but youâve studied him. The way he shifts his weight, the slight tilt of his head when he listens for movement. You know youâll only get one chance to catch him off guard, and if you miss it, youâll be on your back in seconds. The memory of countless failed attempts plays in your mind, but this time, youâre ready.
You push off the balls of your feet, launching yourself forward with a speed you know most people wouldnât see coming. The air rushes past your ears as you move, silent and precise. Buckyâs head tilts slightly, just like you predicted, but itâs too late for him. You close the distance in an instant, your shoulder slamming into his side with enough force to knock him off balance.
To your surprise, he stumbles. His eyes widen, caught off guard, as your combined momentum sends you both crashing to the ground. You straddle his waist, pinning him down, and your hands press firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms.
A grin spreads across your face, and Bucky stares up at you, half-amused, half-impressed. His metal hand grips your wrist, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you that the victory is yoursâfor now.
"You finally got me," he says, voice low, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes are sharp, still calculating, but thereâs a glint of pride in them.
You raise an eyebrow, panting from the exertion but too stubborn to let it show. "Took me long enough," you reply, keeping your tone light despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
Bucky shifts beneath you, his free hand brushing against your arm as he pushes himself slightly upright. "Iâll admit, I wasnât expecting that. Youâve been holding back, havenât you?"
You shrug, not bothering to deny it. "Maybe I wanted to make it interesting."
"Interesting?" His grin widens, and before you can react, he flips you over effortlessly, his speed and strength catching you off guard this time. In the blink of an eye, youâre the one flat on your back, Bucky looming over you with that familiar, cocky smile.
"Letâs see how you handle this then," he murmurs, leaning in just close enough that you feel his breath against your skin.
Your powers flare instinctively, a surge of energy rippling through you. But you stop yourself before unleashing it. Instead, you meet his gaze, matching his smirk with one of your own. "Oh, donât worry, Barnes," you say, your voice confident, "I can handle anything you throw at me."
Bucky chuckles, the sound low and warm, and for a split second, the tension between you shiftsâless competitive, more⌠something else. Youâre both breathing hard, hearts racing, and the air between you seems to crackle with unspoken challenges.
But just as quickly as the moment arrives, itâs gone. Bucky pushes off of you and stands, offering a hand to pull you to your feet. You take it, still grinning, your muscles aching from the effort but buzzing with satisfaction. You finally bested himâat least for now.
As you dust yourself off, Bucky watches you, his expression softer now. "Youâve come a long way," he says, his tone quieter, almost thoughtful. "But donât think for a second that Iâm going easy on you next time."
You flash him a grin, your competitive spirit ignited all over again. "Wouldnât dream of it."




















