âElena:
A part of her dreaded the idea that maybe this wasnât over. Maybe she was still stuck and fearful, but at this moment. She couldnât care less. Tears left streaks down her face as she grinned, letting him hold her hand as tight as he could. She smiled down at him.
âI love you too.â She said softly, looking down at him before Clint touched her shoulder. If they waited any longer it would be too much. They needed to move him and she needed to move. She reached over and kissed his forehead, before moving as the nurse explained the sedative they were giving him.
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âHeâs been asking about you.â Dr. Cho spoke and smiled. Elena blushed, hair pulled in a bad ponytail and finally changed into jeans and T-shirt. She held a bag of hers and Buckyâs clothes since theyâd be staying for a while.
âHow is he?â
âOn the mend. As are you. Take it easy alright?â She answered and Elena nodded, before walking into the room.
He looked beaten up and worn down, half dozing she guessed, but he was alive and thatâs all she cared for. Steve looked up from where he was and smiled, before nodding to sam. Elena smiled before putting the bag down and sitting in the seat beside his bed. She took the metal fingers in her hand, enjoying how cold it was against her skin, but how real it felt.
He hadnât remembered much of what happened. Steve and the doctors explained the best they could while he drifted in and out of consciousness. The most important thing was Elena was safe. Knowing that made his stay in the medical bay worth it.Â
Elenaâs touch didnât register at first, several seconds passing by before Buckyâs bionic fingers twitched in her hand. Slowly turning his head, groaning at just how stiff his muscles felt. The sterile scent filtering back in, making him nauseous all over again. Peering at her through heavily lidded eyes, groggy from the medications. Bucky cleared his throat, voice hoarse and just barely above a whisper. âElena.â The corner of his lips curled into a small grin, faint but still present. âI love you.âÂ
She felt the metal digits react to her hand, grazing against them and twitching. Elena could tell he was out of it. She still didnât know how he was still awake.
She smiled at his voice, though worried when he groaned. She had a few bumps and bruises from the fight. They had all been bandaged and healed and now it was just a waiting game.
âI love you too.â She said softly, reaching her other hand over to push his hair from his face. She grazed her hand over his cheek, smiling softly, before leaning back in the chair. âHow are you feeling?â She asked, adjusting the blanket around him, trying to help.
















