Relentless.... that's the way you would describe Bucky Barnes. After an 8 month recovery you're welcomed back, especially by Steve, to the Avengers compound. Bucky Barnes, your new trainer, finds every reason to tease you or ignore you, driving you...
You weren't sure what time you sunk into bed. The sun hadn't been up yet, so that was a good sign, you'd be able to get some sleep before training.
You slipped off the dress and plopped down in your underwear, replaying your encounter with Bucky Barnes. Those eyes were something else, a clear blue that almost appeared grey. You understood now why he's called the White Wolf.
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You drift off with thought of wolves and metal dancing around when suddenly you're shaken awake.
"Get up!" You hear as you fall from the bed, alarmed. Quickly rising to your feet, your eyes again meet those of Bucky Barnes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You yell. "Why are you in here?!" Now fully aware that your standing in your underwear and scars, as his eyes gaze over you.
You grab for the sheets when he grabs the other end, halting you. "It's 6:30, you were supposed to meet me downstairs an hour ago," he said, not letting his grip up.
"So you break into my room!?" You yell, still pulling.
A smirk rose to his face. "You can pull all you want but you won't get your way," he snatched the rest of the blankets leaving your body open to his stare.
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"Maybe your problem is that you always get your way," you snapped at him.
"Trust me doll, I almost never get my way." He threw the blanket to the ground. "But if you're going to train under me, you'll do what I say. Now get dressed." He barked, throwing clothes at you.
"God, who shit in your Cheerios this morning?!," you snark at him on your way to the bathroom. Not caring that your ass was now on full display in your black thong. ************************************
By the time you returned from the bathroom, dressed for training, Bucky was gone. You left to meet him in the gym downstairs. The gym was empty, no doubt everyone else was sleeping thier hangovers off, with only Bucky lifting weights.
You stood behind him, watching him lift, over and over. The veins pulsing through his arm, his breathing heavy as he pushed through reps. Never giving up or letting go, relentless.
