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Jab left. Right. Now uppercut. The old man went for a blow you’d certainly lose your balance from. Only you had anticipated it. Your great grandfather, the one and only Captain America, had a fighting style only you seemed to be able to read. It would make sense, with how long the two of you had been boxing together. The instant he went for that blow, you grabbed his arm, stepped you right leg behind his right and used his own weight and momentum against him. Within seconds, he was flipped over your back and sitting on his butt laughing.
“You know Steve, typically when you get beat up by a little girl; it’s not something to be super proud of.” A familiar voice calls from across the room. You turn to see a dark haired man in jeans and a faded red shirt leaning against the doorframe. A faint blue triangle glows from the center of his chest. Smirking, you unscrew the lid to your water bottle and chuck an ice cube at him.
“I’m not a ‘little girl’ and more, Tony!” you retorted defiantly. Stark blinks, clearly not having expected ice to be hurtled at his face. He tosses it back across the room, where it is returned to the water bottle.
“Trust me, that has been noticed.” He examines you up and down with his usual grin, not without getting a pointed glare from your great grandfather. “Oh yeah, um I need to talk with you quick.” He says shifting his attention. With a sigh, the blonde climbs out of the ring and into another room with his fellow Avenger.
Stretching, you sigh as the exhaustion washes over your entire body. Because your muscles start to ache, you sit down on a dirty, sweaty bench. You had never understood why your old man insisted on returning to this musty, old gym. Of course, you hadn’t complained either. There was something about the soft smile on his face whenever he entered the building that made you think better of it. Getting pulled out of your thoughts, you look up to see your boxing partner returning with a file in hand.
“You look tired. Are we done for today?” You nod with a weary smile.
“You know Steve, typically when you get beat up by a little girl; it’s not something to be super proud of.” A familiar voice calls from across the room. You turn to see a dark haired man in jeans and a faded red shirt leaning against the doorframe. A faint blue triangle glows from the center of his chest. Smirking, you unscrew the lid to your water bottle and chuck an ice cube at him.
“I’m not a ‘little girl’ and more, Tony!” you retorted defiantly. Stark blinks, clearly not having expected ice to be hurtled at his face. He tosses it back across the room, where it is returned to the water bottle.
“Trust me, that has been noticed.” He examines you up and down with his usual grin, not without getting a pointed glare from your great grandfather. “Oh yeah, um I need to talk with you quick.” He says shifting his attention. With a sigh, the blonde climbs out of the ring and into another room with his fellow Avenger.
Stretching, you sigh as the exhaustion washes over your entire body. Because your muscles start to ache, you sit down on a dirty, sweaty bench. You had never understood why your old man insisted on returning to this musty, old gym. Of course, you hadn’t complained either. There was something about the soft smile on his face whenever he entered the building that made you think better of it. Getting pulled out of your thoughts, you look up to see your boxing partner returning with a file in hand.
“You look tired. Are we done for today?” You nod with a weary smile.
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Bucky Barnes x Reader Strangers Like Me
Strangers Like Me
Request for Agent Dianna Guisinger
A/N: For those of you that were concerned someone was stealing my work; I love the concern, but let me ease it. My Quotev is Daisy Erina of Gryffindor, my DeviantArt is CoinOperatedGirl666, my FF is KitsuneClouds, and if any of you use it, my Author’s Tea is Daisy Erina.
“Bucky?”
The word left your lungs in a startled, confused gasp. The man with black hair and thickly-lined eyes glared at you, unresponsive. He then turned on his heel and ran as fast as Steve could.
You turned to said soldier, brows furrowed in painful confusion. He nodded sullenly, signaling that you
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You didn't sleep well that night. Loki had been acting like such an idiot. You felt scared and lost in this world. You didn't have anybody to turn to and talk to. So many emotions swirled around in your head. It was hard to keep them straight. You were confused, upset, and at the same time, homesick. You missed Jane, Thor, even Bruce lingered at the back of your mind. This world was foreboding, and felt a little unwelcoming as well. All the stress and emotions had worn you down over the past few days. You had tried to be strong since Loki kidnapped you, but you drifted off to sleep with tear-streaked cheeks that night.
The next morning, you
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Your injuries didn’t heal for a little over a week, and, despite your attempts to convince him you were okay, Loki insisted that you stay at home until he deemed you fit to face the world.
Most conversations surrounding your increasing need to go back to your college classes and part time job went like this:
“Really, I’ll be alright. I’ve already missed enough work, as it is, and if I don’t go back to class soon, they’re going to think I’ve dropped out! I can’t miss another day!”
“I cannot allow you to exert yourself before you are fully recovered, (y/n). I’m beginning to su
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) All Avengers and Shield agents are owned by Marvel as well as most other characters (I will claim ocs if needed). Story is mine. enjoy~
) All Avengers and Shield agents are owned by Marvel as well as most other characters (I will claim ocs if needed). Story is mine. enjoy~ © 2013 - 2024 irrationaltaco
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