Unforgettable nights

chapter 2

Ring Ring

I pick up my phone and turn my alarm off. Ugh, it's already 7, time to start the day. I roll to the other side of my bed groaning not wanting to get up, stretching as I try to stand. I grab some training clothes consisting of black leggings, a sports bra, underwear, and socks. I bring the clothes with me into the bathroom and put them on the counter turning on the water to the shower. I get in once it's warm enough and wash up quickly so as to not waste any water. I turn the water off and get out, drying off and putting my clothes on. I exit my bathroom and slip my shoes on, grabbing my water bottle and phone and heading downstairs to the gym. I swear, everyday is the same.

I walk in, heading toward the treadmil-

THUNK

I'm.. falling? As I was about to hit the floor, I felt a metal arm grab mine and pull me back up. I looked up, and it's Bucky. I stand up, mumbling an embarrassed, 'Sorry,' and 'Thank you.' I continue on walking to the treadmill until I hear footsteps behind me. I quicken my pace, pulling out my phone and picking a playlist to listen to when,

"AHEM," Bucky snapped.

"Excuse me?" I say, confused about what he wants

"Going to start without me, Doll? I thought we were training together," I give him a shit-eating grin and roll my eyes.

"What are we doing first?"

"How about.. a 40 minute run? Then, about 60 pushups, situps and working on a punching bag. Steve says you need help pulling your punches."

I scoff and walk towards the treadmill and set the time on how much i want to run and i look over to see if he's getting on his and see him pull of his hoodie to run and i look over his body and back up to his face to see him smirking and i turn around to start running. \

"You like what you see?" He says, smugly with a smirk on his face.

"Don't even start, Barns," I sneered.

I begin my run and he does too. Then, he looks over at me,

"You didn't say you didn't like what you saw. You didn't answer my question."

I feel red in the face, unsure if it's because of the sweat I'm working up or what he just said. After I finish my run I go over to the mat to get in a pushup position, waiting for him. He does the same, we share a glance and he gives a nod of affirmation. With that, we start.

I'm already at 20 when I hear Bucky start humming,

"I'm more of the, trips to Florida

Order the h'orderves, views of the water"

I join in,

"Straight from the page of your favorite author

And the weather so breezy"

The song ends, and so does our pushup and situp training. I finish, stand up, and grab the tape to wrap my hand so I can start on the punching bag. Bucky starts walking over to me, saying,

"No wonder why your hands are so bruised, you're wrapping it wrong."

He chuckles, at my expense, and grabs the tape out of my hand. He takes my right hand. He tapes one after the other, demonstrating how I should do it,

"See, now you won't bruise your knuckles too bad, now let's beat the shit outta this punching bag."

We walk over to it, I wait for him to hold it in place. He guides me, telling what to and not to do. The way he teaches makes me think about something, something unpleasant. I feel myself putting more and more force into the punches I throw, hitting the bag harder and harder until it hurts. I don't hate the pain, I actually quite like the pain. I tear up, trying to blink the tears away...