You watched as Bucky's metal arm glistened under the gym's light, allowing your focus to be broke in half. He quickly took the chance to pin you down on the mat.

"You know, you can't keep distracting me with your arm so you can win at sparring," You whined, gladly taking his hand and standing up. He grinned, knowing that you aways blamed him for winning. And he often did lightly move his arm so he could win, so you weren't wrong.

"I know, but it's fun!" He exclaimed, pulling you closer by the waist. His voice got a little deeper, his face turning into a slightly worried look."Plus, I like seeing you under me."

You rolled your eyes, fully knowing that Tony had taught Bucky a few pickup lines, and not good ones. "I hate you." You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips.