[ Training with Bucky Barnes reminds her of all the things that were never real, and gives her someone who seems to have equal difficulty accepting what is and what's not. Sometimes, she wonders if he's actually having an easier time with the real world than she is, but then they get here, and his arm's back and the insignia is HYDRA-red and she feels like she can ground herself in something.
And the fact that it maybe, just maybe, gives her a little more impetus to kick his ass in training, well. That's just a bonus.
Her heels spread further apart, feet settling just beneath her shoulders, which shrug and work on an axle like she's trying to loosen them up. Eyes search out every infinitesimal movement he makes while he springs upward. A heavy sigh drains out of her as he plummets back to the ground, boots driving in hard.
She shifts her weight, downright wobbles like a cat trying to brace itself for a jump to the top of a piece of furniture, and then she bends to a crouch, and vaults into the air. Limbs twist, her back bends, and her center of gravity turns up over her head. For a moment, her form looks perfect—and then she comes crashing back to the earth on her shoulder.
One hand slaps the asphalt, rolling out with a graceless grunt, and she remains there on her side, pressing one hand to her shoulder as she drops her head back, panting in a mess of dark hair that somewhere in her mind she know she doesn't actually have. ]
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And the fact that it maybe, just maybe, gives her a little more impetus to kick his ass in training, well. That's just a bonus.
Her heels spread further apart, feet settling just beneath her shoulders, which shrug and work on an axle like she's trying to loosen them up. Eyes search out every infinitesimal movement he makes while he springs upward. A heavy sigh drains out of her as he plummets back to the ground, boots driving in hard.
She shifts her weight, downright wobbles like a cat trying to brace itself for a jump to the top of a piece of furniture, and then she bends to a crouch, and vaults into the air. Limbs twist, her back bends, and her center of gravity turns up over her head. For a moment, her form looks perfect—and then she comes crashing back to the earth on her shoulder.
One hand slaps the asphalt, rolling out with a graceless grunt, and she remains there on her side, pressing one hand to her shoulder as she drops her head back, panting in a mess of dark hair that somewhere in her mind she know she doesn't actually have. ]