#tony stark x james bucky barnes
Imagine being Bucky Barnes, deadly trained assassin, and having Tony Stark fight you in hand to hand combat without his suit and with barely any weapons, actually matching your speed and competence as well as literally dismantling your gun in your hands as you’re fighting with it with expert efficiency and then hitting you with the dismantled piece. I would have a fucking stroke I would fall in love like holy shit.
oh, if Bucky had any wit about him, I cannot imagine he didn’t leave that encounter with the vision of Tony’s little smirk dancing in his head, and as someone else once said, some feelings about the whole thing in his pants.
“Good. Let’s do it again.”
Tony groaned. “Come on, we’ve been at this for hours.”
Bucky smiled at him not unsympathetically. “I know, but I need to know you can defend yourself if I go full Winter Soldier again.”
“But I already did defend myself when you were full Winter Soldier,” Tony pointed out as he chugged some water, emptying half the bottle in one go.
Bucky stared at him. “You did what now? You mean in the bunker?”
“No, I mean at that detention facility in Germany. You don’t remember? You pulled a gun on me and I disassembled it then punched you in the face.”
Bucky ran a hand over his cheek as if he was trying to remember the blow. Then he got a determined look on his face and grabbed Tony by the wrist, tugging him out of the gym.
“Where are we going?” Tony asked curiously, grabbing a towel to wipe his face as Bucky dragged him past the bench.
“Bed,” was all Bucky answered.
