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summary | steve and bucky take care of your injuries on the flight back to the tower.
pairing | stucky x avenger!reader
warnings | injured!reader, first-aid stuff (some blood), me not knowing how to write scenes on planes/jets lol
word count | 396
requested by @astrorogers | Can I ask for hurt/comfort with Stucky x Reader? Maybe she got badly hurt during a mission or something? Thanks friend! 🎈
an | hi friend of course thanks so much for the request!!! steve and bucky would take such good care of you, especially if you got hurt on their watch; they would feel so bad and just wanna make it all better!
“Just hang in there, y/n. Only an hour or so before we’re back in New York,” Bucky’s frantic voice attempts to soothe you as you groan softly into his shoulder. Lifting you up onto the flimsy fabric of the fold-out medical cot, the brown-haired man looks worriedly over you, running a hand through your hair to tuck it back out of your face.
“Hour’s too long to wait, we need to look at that wound now,” Steve sighs as he rummages through the medical cabinet, pulling out a large red box and setting it down by your legs.
“She gonna need stitches?” Bucky asks softly as his flesh hand runs gently over the torn fabric of your shirt.
“Not sure yet. Need to take a look at it first,” Steve says, sanitizing his hands before turning to address you. “Alright doll, just gonna lift this a bit to see what we’re working with,” he warns, carefully moving back the ruined garment to reveal your stomach, a large slash running down your left side.
“Jesus. A bandaid’s not gonna cover that,” Bucky curses.
“I need to clean it out, but it seems like it’s mostly superficial. We’ll get a dressing on it and wrap her waist,” Steve decides, grabbing a wad of cotton and drenching it in rubbing alcohol. “Okay y/n, big breath. This’s gonna sting.”
You whimper as the fluid seeps into the torn flesh, tears building in your eyes at the terrible sensation. “Shhh, it’s alright,” Bucky hums, stroking your cheek as he looks down at you with pity. “Stevie here’s practically a nurse; we’ll get you all patched up in no time.”
“Just need to make sure we get all the germs outta there,” Steve hums as he finishes up, tossing the bloodied cotton away before selecting a dressing from the first-aid kit and tearing open the package. “Okay sweetheart, this should feel nice and cooling.”
A sigh of relief escapes your lips as the aid is applied, and your eyes begin to grow heavy as your body finally begins to relax after all the upset of the fight and the injury. “You tired, doll? S'alright, you can go to sleep. We’ll wake you when we land,” Bucky promises, continuing to stroke your cheek with his thumb as Steve wraps up your torso, planting a kiss on your head as your eyes slowly shut.
I never did cry for you
I cried when I was dumped
For the very first time
I cried when my feelings
Got in the way of friendships
Many times
I cried when my dog died
And when my grandpa died
And when my dreams died
And when the radio was a little too loud
For my words to come out right
I cried the first time I realized
I’d be alone for many nights
Once I cried after I spilled milk
And there ended up being
Too much cereal in the bowl
But I never cried for you
Your love went skin deep
And you never tried to know my soul
