@futurise said: ❛ i can’t do anything right , can i ? ❜
𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬 !
❛ i dunno. ❜ cold seeps through cloth, condensation dribbling around his knuckles. he uses the backs of his knuckles to wrap the rag around the pack of ice pilfered from the freezer, rolling it into a neat little parcel before turning back to tony. he takes inventory of the split, butterfly skin across the bridge of his nose. it’s already swelling, spreading, shades of a violent sunset climbing across his features to nestle underneath his left eye. it’s bad enough that it warps out along the side & one of tony’s eyelids bloats, crowding his eyebrow. ❛ that looks like it’s gonna be a DICTIONARY DEFINITION of a black eye tomorrow. ❜
the care package in his palm offers out to be taken.
bucky flips open the first aid kid latch with a deft thumb, working through thick, padded rolls of gauze to find a packet of slim bandages & antiseptic. this is an avenger’s routine, as much a part of the aftermath of a battle as stripping off the uniform. something like RELIEF ---- because they don’t always come back ; they rarely come back whole ---- eases behind his stalwart sternum that all there is are some cuts & bruises.
❛ ----- could be a lot worse, too. ❜ bucky shells one of the plasters free to apply to a gemstone gash that follows the lien of tony’s jaw. his teeth break free to part his lips into a smug quirk. ❛ want me to kiss it better? ❜
