He was in his lab, as usual. You always had wondered what did down there. Obviously, he built things, everyone knew that. But a person can only do something for a certain amount of time. Tony was pushing it, two days straight in that room, he was basically holding himself hostage. Bruce sometimes went there, when they partnered on projects. Also from time to time, Bucky would go down there; for his arm, of course, they've been improving it. But when you thought of it, he's there all the time. The curiosity gets to you. He often skipped the meetings because he stays cooped up in there. Only when there are parties he comes out for the night. But other than that, you didn't see him often.
You were new to the Avengers. Well, to Tony you were because he had only seen you a couple of times, here and there. You had joined the team six months ago, you had fought with them, attended the parties, meetings and you even lived there now, in the tower. It was odd not seeing the 'main attraction' of the Avengers. But you simply shrugged it off and put your mind to other things.
You were in the gym; training. Being (Super Hero Name), meant you had to keep fit. Your usual routine started off with groundwork. Stretches, push-ups, lunges, sit-ups, yoga, and gymnastics. Then it followed by machinery. Treadmills, punching bags, bicycles, pull downs, shoulder presses and abductors. You did about fifty reps on everything, so you had a good sweat going. Steve walked in at one point and started doing his own stuff, followed by Bucky. They have always been seen training together.
When you finished your last round of machinery, you walk over to the weights. Bucky was bench pressing, Steve spotting him. "Sixty three, sixty-four..." They both chanted. You smiled as picked up two fifty pounders, one in each hand, standing straight. You began your exercises, working on your posture, doing squats with the weights, then practicing balance by standing on one foot and lowering yourself almost to the ground holding that position to build your thighs.
You sighed in relief, you were done. "Finally," you muttered to yourself before putting the weights where they belonged on the rack. You pulled out your phone to pause the song that was blaring in your ears.
The song 'Don't Dream It's Over' by Crowded House was played. You bit your lip at the oldies song and paused it. That song made you remember about your tough past with Bucky; You could hear the screams, feel the shock-therapy, bruising your scalp, see the flashing lights; the both of you had been captured by hydra, together.
In a state of panic, you scanned the room for the brunette, he was in the back, around the yoga mats. You walk with a rushed pace over to him and hugged him from behind, you needed a little reassurance. His hand directly go onto yours. "(Y/N)?" He asked cramming his head over his prosthetic shoulder, trying to see you. "Yeah, it's me," you mumble in his shirt. "What's wrong?" He spun in your grip, to meet face to face. "I remembered something I didn't want to." You look in his icy blue eyes.
"Oh..." He pulled you in for a hug, "You're safe now." He said resting his chin on the top of your head. Bucky had been doing exceptionally well recently with his mental health. You were still suffering from post-traumatic stress.
"I know," You mumbled in his chest. He broke the hug. "How are you so perfect? Even your sweat smells like flowers!" You laughed at his attempt of making you cheer up. "I'm gonna go shower, catch you later Buck." You smiled, he gave your forehead a small platonic kiss for reassurance.
But little did you two know someone was watching.
You walk in the changing room, duffel bag in hand, you grab your shampoo, body wash, conditioner and face scrub. The changing rooms were gorgeous, clean tile floors, saunas, enclosed showers; You walk in your preferred stall, and turn on the water. Your sticky skin melted off as the warm liquid, you lathered your body with washed it away. You hummed quietly to yourself.
