@thunderstruckextremis drew a thing and then i wrote a thing idk
Bucky’s chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes locked on Tony’s as they circled each other in the boxing square, his hands up in front of his chest but loose, awaiting the other man’s attack. They’d been going at it for about half an hour and Bucky could tell Tony was getting tired. Hell, he was getting there himself, the last round had actually left him with a mark or two, a rapidly-forming bruise on his arm and some scratches on the side of his face where he’d narrowly avoided a full swipe from the other man’s hand. The argument that led to this little sparring session had been a result of the man of iron returning from a mission with several bruises and scrapes. In his attempt to attend to them and find out what had happened, Bucky had inadvertently suggested that Tony needed to train more. While he hadn’t intended to say it, he realized it to be the truth of his opinion after Tony responded with a snarky comment to the contrary. So they had ended up here, both parties too stubborn to let the matter drop or resolve in some way other than proving their point. Movements slowed with fatigue, keen blue eyes tracked Tony’s muscles tensing as he launched himself forward, his left fist moving in a wide undercut aimed for sturdy jawbone, right arm cocked back as he loaded up to send a forceful punch straight into Bucky’s face. It was a bold move, assuming that he wouldn’t notice the secondary actions of his right arm in favor of distracting him with the left, but Bucky wasn’t falling for it. He rapidly ducked sideways to avoid the attempt at breaking his jaw then planted his feet, his left arm slamming into the inside of the other arm moving towards him, forcing it to change directions and leaving Tony’s core completely vulnerable while his momentum continued to carry him towards his opponent. Bucky’s right hand closed around the other man’s neck seconds before his left, both men freezing for a split second at the sudden halt in movement caused by a no-win scenario. Before he had a chance to relax his grip, Bucky saw the arm he’d just knocked away move up inside his hold, the familiar hand tangled in his hair to pull them closer, crushing their lips together in a searing kiss. Their fight was evident in the motions of the kiss, hard and demanding as their tongues tangled and broke apart for teeth to bite at lips, noises of pain and pleasure leaving both of them. It became impossible for Bucky to tell which actions he was responsible for, his awareness zeroing in to nothing but the overwhelming heat of Tony’s mouth. The need for air forced them apart, separating their mouths only to rejoin their bodies with a needy pressing-together of their foreheads. Brown eyes locked with blue as they panted against each other, anger and pain mixed with fear and concern passing unspoken between them as they pulled in air. Bucky knew this fight wasn’t over, that he wasn’t going to roll over on Tony needing to practice hand-to-hand more, but in that moment all he felt was relief - relief that Tony was alive, injured but not badly, still stubborn enough for this fight. Tony was safe for now and that was all that mattered. Softer but with no less urgency, he pressed their lips together again, arms pulling him in closer than the first time.
