Various X Male or Non-Binary Reader

Captain America / Steve Rogers - Throwing Knives

I gasped for air. Feeling the familiar churning in my stomach as I felt myself readying for the release. Tracing my eyes over the built body before me I let the go; of the knife.

Lower left thigh. I groaned.

'Are you kidding!? I threw better knives at five!'

"Shit!" I yelled.

"Language."

Snapping my vision from the target I turned to see Capsical leaning in the doorway. I grumbled to myself as I waltzed towards the realistic target yanking my knife from the thigh.

"What do you want?" I asked sending the blonde a small glare. I flipped the throwing knife in my hand evading the blade easily catching it by the handle. I sucked in another gasp of air before whipping the blade back at the abused dummy. Stabbing it straight through the right shoulder.

"God Dam-"

"Hey." Steve interjected. I clamped my mouth shut. Finishing the insult under my breath.

"(M/N)."

"Yes Cap?" I asked fanning out my aray of knives on a small table. Looking for the sharpest one I plucked it from the line of silver.

"I need a favor." Steve said as I aimed at the target.

"What kind of favor?" I asked launching the knife from my grasp. Nailing the dummies sternum. I gave a quick fist pump as a grin stretched my features.

I felt a hand slap my shoulder as I jumped.

"Teach me how to do that." Steve said looking towards the shredded dummy I was working on.

"Well Steve, you know that took me a few years to get right? Anyway you're more of a gun guy right?" I said shrugging away Steves hand as I glanced over my knives again.

"I still want to learn. A gun and shield can only take you so far you know." Steve said walking next to me. I picked up another knife. And made my decision.

"Here." I said flipping the knife and grasping the tip of the blade giving Steve the slender handle.
He gingerly took the knife from my grasp carefully studying it in his hands. His bright blue eyes scanning the stainless steel with almost admiration. He traced his fingers over the handle and glanced back up at me. My breath hitched as I gave an awkward cough before I grabbed a knife for myself.

"Okay... So you have to grip the end of the handle with your thumb, index, and middle finger okay?" I said showing him. He placed his fingers just the same.

"Relax. Take a deep breath; and aim." I said relaxing and taking an audible breath. Then launching the knife from my grasp once again. Landing right between the ribs. I smiled to myself, happy I was finally getting back into swing of things.

Steve glanced at me; then back to the target before doing as I told him. A deep breath, and aiming; just before launching the knife. My eyes widened as he lodged the blade into the left pectoral muscle right where a persons heart would be.

Steve had a broad grin across his face as he looked at me. Excited like a golden retriever going for a walk. I chuckled as he fist pumped the air multiple times.

"Did you see that (M/N)!? That was awesome! Oh my goodness I need to keep practicing!" He cheered. I laughed at his behavior and gave him and I another knife.

"Well; let's practice then Cap." I smirked before launching my knife into the left eye socket.

---time skip (about three months)---

~Steve's POV~

I jogged down the hall to the shooting range where the familiar thud of knives cutting foam and hitting wood resonated. I peeked through the open  door to see (M/N) throwing his set of old steel knives. But something was off. He threw them with less precision, like he was just trying to shred the dummy.