When Sparks Fly

Sam

When Bucky and I get to the car I let out a sigh, "what's wrong?" Bucky doesn't even look over to me, nor has he started the car. He just has his arm propped up on the wheel.

"Nothing."

"You wanna stay and help Sam train, don't you?"

I shrug, "I mean, I am the training coordinator."

Bucky chuckles, "alright, go make sure he doesn't take his own head off. I'll call you when I land."

I lean over and kiss his cheek, "I love you."

"I love you too, doll," Bucky smiles and turns toward me, when he does he places a hand on my cheek and kisses me.

I jump out of the car, grabbing my bag out of the back before I start the walk back up Sam's driveway. When I get there, Sam is still throwing the shield casually to the trees. I chuckle, getting Sam's attention, "you know, you're never gonna get anywhere training like that."

Sam turns to me, "I thought you were leaving with Bucky."

"I was," I nod, "but I wouldn't really be doing my job if I left one of the only standing Avengers to train on his own."

"I'll be alright," Sam throws the shield with a bit more speed and force, but when it comes back he has to duck out of the way.

"You were saying?"

"Do you even know how to throw that thing?"

"I know you're gonna want gloves. You catch it wrong and it's gonna tear up your hands." I walk over and pick up the shield, "I also know that if you wanna follow the flare of the previous Captain," once I steady myself I flip backward, only using one hand to do the back spring and throwing the shield as I do, the shield bounces off of two trees before going back to Sam. "You're gonna need to work on your trick shot."

"How did you do that?"

"Come on, I practically begged Steve to train me with that shield. But we have a long way to go before we get there."

"Well, then, where do we start?" Sam and I spend the next several days, almost a week doing nothing but running, working on Sam's stamina and endurance. At least once an afternoon we give the shield a try and Sam almost takes off fingers, heads or limps, and not always his own. One afternoon after we work with the shield Sam and I start our afternoon run. When we run beside the house I see AJ and Cass sitting outside. Sam runs up and rubs Cass' head, "all day, baby."

"Uncle Sam!" The boys shout in unison, before AJ gets up to chase Sam.

I stop by Cass, laughing as he calls out to his brother, "get 'em AJ!"

Eventually Sam gets to where I think he won't loose the shield in the ocean so we walk down the dock, Sam throwing the shield at some of the polls on the pier and catching the shield as it comes back.

Once we get the basics down Sam and I work on the more fancy techniques of the shield, jumps and throws, flips and throws, all that fun stuff. I have to say that Sam picks up the bits of gymnastics very quickly. Once we get that, we work on the continuous movements, throwing and catching the shield without stopping, continuing to charge ahead. After weeks of training I think Sam is finally ready.