Healing - Part 3
Summery: Working out with Bucky.
Warnings: cliffhanger, cheesiness, bra-less-ness(idk anymore)
Word Count: 1700+
A/N: I wrote this quite a while ago and just looked over it again, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes. I slept till 2pm today and had an hour long bath, living the life of luxury. @helllaellla (cutie, editor, need I say more?). @fairy-frills @bovaria @marvel-ash @marvelfanfichq @givebuckyhisplums2k16 *gif not mine
When you got home your husband was already in bed. You went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. There was still leftover lasagna from the day before so you heated some in the microwave and ate it. You thought about Bucky. You thought about how you are going to spend hours with him everyday. How he’s going to train you. How he would look so good with his hair tied back. NO! Stop. You’re married and you love your husband. Plus Bucky said that he respected the whole marriage thing. But you couldn’t stop thinking about him shirtless. ‘Just sleep it off’ you repeat over and over to yourself while getting ready for bed.
As normal, his alarm went off. You were a little more upset than usual because you had got to bed so late but it was definitely not the first time you had run off 6 hours of sleep.
‘Babe, why are you getting up?’ He saw you had left the bed with him and started to make the bed.
‘I didn’t tell you last night because you were asleep but I’m going to start doing more things in the morning and got to bed with you. This last year I’ve felt a bit lazy.’ You answered him while pulling the duvet over the pillows.
‘Well I’m glad you’re trying to get into better habits’ you could barely understand him because he was brushing his teeth. When he finished he turned on the shower and stepped in. You followed him into the bathroom and started getting ready.
‘Could you pass the my towel, please?’ You heard from inside the shower. ‘Or you could join me in here?’ Head peeking round the shower curtain, suggestive smile on his face.
‘I’d love too but you’ll be late for work’ he sighed and wrapped the towel around his waist. ‘What if I make you breakfast and tonight I’ll make up for it?’ You hugged him from behind and gave him a kiss on his neck.
Ben pouted and pretended to be upset and pouted. ‘Can I have scrambled eggs on toast?’
‘Of course, my love’
You made the same for yourself and put avocado on it too knowing it was the type of thing that Bucky would make you eat to have a healthy lifestyle and stay in shape. When Ben left, you had half an hour alone. So you got dressed in your workout gear and waited for him. The phone rang. Bucky’s name was on the screen.
‘You got my name right. Ok, I’m outside!’ You hung up, grabbed your keys and left.
‘Morning, doll. How’d you sleep?’ Bucky was in sweatpants and a hoodie. The mornings in England were cold and you could see your breath.
‘You’ll sleep well tonight, I plan on tiring you out. So I think we should start with a run to warm up - only about 20 minutes then we’ll stretch and start on self defence’
‘Sounds like a plan’
You reluctantly stuck to the plan and by then end of it you hated him. Your muscles ached and your mind was unable to concentrate but you knew it would get easier.
‘I have work in 2 hours, I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk there’. Your were laying on the sofa, you leg lazily draped over the back and your face in a cushion. Bucky was standing in the doorway of your living room and laughed at your complaint.
‘You’re going to have too, I’m not carrying you’ you smiled sarcastically. You felt the sofa dip next to you and move your head up to looks him. You can’t help yourself. He looks so good. Just like you had imagined only better. ‘Stop staring, doll, you’re married’. Shit. He noticed.
‘Sorry, I’m planning your murder. I’ll probably make you do more squats that you make me do and then kill you.’
‘It’s not good to plan your murder out loud. Trust me. Also staring at your victim kinda makes you a prime suspect.’
‘Thanks for the advice but if I wanted to kill you discreetly I have ways of doing it.’
‘Now that’s unsettling. It’s my job to kill people and I save them. It’s your job to save people and you’re threatening to kill them.’ He chuckled. A few moments later he stood up and picked up his things. ‘I’ll leave you to get ready for work. Same time tomorrow?’
‘Can’t wait’ you gave him an over enthusiastic smile and put your thumbs up. You got up to walk him out.
‘Goodbye, doll’. You closed the door and fell to the floor. You’ve always been overly dramatic but this time you don’t think you were. Because of the mixture of exhaustion, fatigue and a high school crush on your personal trainer you groan.
This went on for 4 months. Every week the sessions got longer but easier. You felt amazing, you looked amazing, and you finally understood how Natasha got her ass. Some of the weekends were reserved for going to America to train with the rest of the team. You never really worked many hours at the hospital and this made it easy to start your double life, again. Ben never questioned your absence. You made excuses about work, friends, conferences but you were a good liar. You had to be to keep your secret a secret.
‘You look amazing, babe.’
‘Thank you’ you kissed your husband’s cheek. It was your anniversary and sunny so you decided to have a barbecue. The gathering gave you the chance to show off your new body in something other than workout gear, scrubs or pyjamas. The dress you wore was beautiful. It was a red sundress and showed off all your curves. You went bra-less which is a risky move for anyone with size C+ cups but you knew you looked great.
‘Are you wearing a bra?’
‘Nope’ you strutted out of the house into your garden that was already filled with people. Even though loads of people were there you were slightly disappointed that Bucky’s face was not one you could see. You put on some light music and started pouring drinks.
The barbecue was a success. You caught up with people you hadn’t seen in ages. School friends. Work friends. Friends from medical school. Your best friends turned up with people you didn’t keep in contact with but we’re happy to see again. Her mum followed her and gave you a massive kiss on the cheek. The doorbell rang and you asked Ash to get it.
‘He says he wants to talk to you and only you!’ She shouted from the front door. You stopped what you were doing and walked over to the front of the house. When the two of you crossed paths she nudged you and whispered ‘he’s also super hot! I wish I was single’
‘I completely understand.’ You whispered in reply. ‘Bucky hey!’
‘Hiya doll, I heard it was your anniversary’
‘How did you hear that?’
‘Supersoldier. Anyway I just wanted to give you this’ he handed you a small white box with a red ribbon. ‘And wish you a happy anniversary’
‘I didn’t know you could tie ribbons so beautifully’
‘There’s lots of things you don’t know about me. I better go, I am your secret’ he turned.
‘You wish. Thank you for the gift’ you called out. You weren’t sure if he had heard you but he turned to give you a big smile then turned the corner.
You walked back into the house to bump into Ashley.
‘Who was that?’ She voice was suggestive.
‘A friend, why?’ Pushing past her.
‘Coz he’s hot and you’re blushing’ she followed you into the room closest to the garden.
‘Yeah, so. I’m perfectly happy with Ben. It’s just a silly teenage crush I’ll get over it.’ Your voice was louder than normal but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
‘Fine, if you say so’ she lifted her hands in defence and walked out to socialise.
The rest of the barbecue went on without another issue. You tried to forget the whole Bucky incident but it was brought back to your mind when Ben found the box on the kitchen table at the end of the night.
‘Babe, who gave us this?’ He looked up at you and began to open it. You snached it from his hands.
‘An old friend was passing by and thought he’d drop something off’ you opened the box carefully, making sure not to dent it. It was white with some sort of design embroidered onto it. When you opened it there was a necklace with a small silver heart and a diamond in the corner. There was a note underneath it that read:
Never be ashamed of who you are. Embrace your abilities.
His handwriting was similar to the note he gave you the first day you met but neater and leaned to the right slightly. You knew it was made of the same vibranium alloy used to make his arm. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of you husbands voice.
‘What is it?’
‘Um - is a necklace.’ You tried to quickly form a story for the significance of the necklace and why you beamed at it. ‘It’s a necklace I’ve wanted since we became friends’ this wasn’t an entire lie (you would have preferred a ring if that finger was not already occupied). You put it on and tuck it under your clothes.
After the after-party had finished and even Ashley had gone home you heard the doorbell once again. You were reluctant to get up because people are exhausting but you did.
‘Vivian?’ Standing in front of you was your sister, your real sister. The sister that had brought you up, then kicked you out and told you to never see her again.
‘Y/N!’ Her voice was urgent. She looked inside so you closed the door slightly protecting the life you had created. ‘I need to tell you something. I was sitting in my car all day wondering if I should but- is he in?’
‘Of course he’s in, it’s his house!’ All the tiredness from the party had disappeared and was replaced by anger and longing and some other emotions you couldn’t identify at the time.
‘Y/N, please! I need to talk to you!’
‘You are’, your voice was filled with poison, your words thrown at her carelessly.
‘You aren’t going to like it’
‘Spit it out, Vivian, I have a life’
‘Ben’s cheating on you’