It's A Date (BuckyxReader) One-Shot

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Bucky asked with a chuckle as he followed you into the gym.

“Because after getting mugged a week ago, I want to learn how to defend myself.”

He smiled a lopsided grin, his eyes trying not to stray to certain parts of your body. Since you were wearing a fitting white tank top with black, gym shorts that were above the knee, he couldn’t help but stare. When you had gotten mugged last week, you were more furious than upset. You were angry that a man made you feel so weak and helpless. Thankfully Bucky had showed up in time to prevent you from getting hurt but you still wished you could have fought back.

After persuading him and begging him, Bucky finally agreed to teach you a few moves in the gym so that you could defend yourself. He wanted to help you anyways. What if he wasn’t there the next time something bad happened to you? He didn’t want to think about it but the idea of you lying on the ground beaten had crossed his mind before. So now here was he was, about to teach you a few moves.

You approached the punching bag, getting in a fighter’s position before you started throwing punches. Bucky observed you for a few seconds before stopping you.

“I can tell that you have all this pent up anger,” he began. “But you really need to focus all that anger into your punch. Don’t just start lashing out. When you do that, you mess up easily. Try to focus more on where you want to hit.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

You took his advice and took a calm, deep breath before starting. You punched left and right, the bag swinging from the metal chain that was holding it above the ground. After several minutes of doing this, a bead of sweat formed at your temple. Bucky then told you to stop.

“You’re not so bad at this,” he grinned.

“For a girl?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“No,” he shook his head. “Just for being you. I remember when we were kids I had to protect you from the playground bullies.”

“Yeah well that’s when we were kids. I’m different now. I grew up. I don’t want to be weak anymore.”

“Well you certainly did grow up,” he muttered underneath his breath.

A part of him still couldn’t believe what a young woman you had grown up to be. A stunning one at that. Of course when he was a kid he didn’t think of you like that. He saw you more as a little sister. Now that you were older, he was beginning to see you in a different light. That and your boobs got bigger.

Focusing back on training you, Bucky decided to do a little one on one combat.

“You want me….to fight you?” you asked. A smile graced your lips, you finding the idea to be the best one Bucky had ever had.

“Yes but try not to hit me too hard,” he joked.

“No promises.”

You got into a fighters position, your arms raised and legs spread apart at a good distance. Bucky threw the first punch and you successfully dodged it. He instructed you to look for his weak spot while fighting you at the same time. You kept dodging his punches, never being the one to actually try to hit him.

“Come on, (Name)!” Bucky chided you. “You have to try and hit me at least once!”

“But what if I really hurt you?”

He shrugged the question off. “Nothing a little whiskey and bandages can’t fix.”

You laughed at his comment and decided to take a shot at trying to hit him. You swung left and he dodged the attack. It made you a little mad but you weren’t about to give up so easily. You kept trying to look for a weak spot and then grinned when you finally found one. You kept on dodging Bucky’s attacks and actually took a few steps back till you were close enough to the wall to grab his arm and twist it back. You pushed him against the wall, a confident smile on your lips.

“I think I like this position,” Bucky chuckled.

You quickly let him go, trying to hide the red color that now dusted your cheeks.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” he asked curiously.

“I’ve seen you do it dozens of times,” you shrugged.

“You’re a quick learner. I like that.”

You ran a nervous hand through your (h/c) locks. A shy smile was now on your lips as well as Bucky’s. There was something both of you wanted to say but you both weren’t sure if you should. There was an awkward silence that filled the empty gym that lasted for about forty seconds.

“So (Name),” Bucky cleared his throat. “Would like to get something to eat after this?”

“Yeah sure, I’m kinda hungry anyways.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I mean like a date…”

“Oh!” you blushed. That surely changed things. “I was wondering when you’d ask me that.”

“So is it a date?” Bucky asked with a small smirk on his lips.