WinterIron with holding hands please? :)
@hogwartstoalexandria Prompt time yay! Winterironwidow - Hurt/Comfort fluff.
@celtic7irish Prompt: Tony & Avengers - Tony has a hand injury and the armor needs repairs. Mostly, I just want Tony & Avengers fluff. Please?
The Things You Do (To Yourself)
“What the hell was that for?” Tony snapped, the voicestarting in the modulation of Iron Man, and ending with the man himselfsnapping up the face plate so he could give Bucky one of those patented I am smarter than you, soldier and don’t youforget it glare.
“I thought itwould be bad for team relations if you blew up,” Bucky responded.
“I had it undercontrol before you charged in like a bull in a china shop,” Tony said. He triedto gesture, but pulled up short as one hand was pinned down by an epic craptonof building.
“Disagree,” Buckysaid. “You might have been able to disarm the bomb, I’ve no doubt. But what youdidn’t see, because you were concentrating on the bomb, was the shitheelHydra-wanna-be skinhead alt-right asshole with the remote detonator.”
“What happened tohim,” Tony said, because he would never admit that Bucky might have been right.
“Explosion,” Buckysaid. “They’re big, they’re messy, they get everywhere. People should rememberthat before they stand kicking distance from the blast radius.”
“Your kickingdistance, or a normal person’s?”
“So, blast radiusbeing what it is, how did I get here, here being, I’m assuming, somewhat under thebuilding we were trying to save. Which, also, assumption time again, we failed.”
Bucky had, infact, looked around a little. “Uh, no. We’re in the parking garage next door? Idon’t know if the other one sustained structural damage or not. Little busydown here.”
“And let me guess,we’re out of contact--”
“Yeah,” Buckysaid. “Pretty sure there was an EMP with that blast. Now, at least thearc-reactor doesn’t have a problem with that, but everything’s down. Suitdidn’t reboot--”
“Yeah, Friday’snot here,” Tony said. “So, we wait. They’ll dig us out.”
“I wouldn’t besurprised if Steve’s up there digging concrete slabs out with his fingernails.”
“Man could use a manicure,”Tony agreed. He hitched a breath. “Need to work on that EMP problem, it’s beenan iss--”
“You’re injured,”Bucky said, trying to keep it as neutral as possible.
“You dropped abuilding on me,” Tony protested, then made a pained sound. “Yes, dammit. Ithink my hand’s crushed. If I had Friday up, she could tell me for sure, andthen--”
“I know you have apharmaceutical suite on board,” Bucky said. “Is there anyway to manuallyactivate the painkillers?”
“Yeah,” Tony said.“But I don’t--”
“You do. Let mehelp you. Talk me through it, I know you can’t move much.”
“You got a hexwrench shoved up your ass, or--”
Bucky reached inhis belt pouch and pulled one out.
“How in the nameof fuck do you--”
“DUM-E swiped itfor me a few months ago, after that incident with the Wrecking Crew. I thoughtit might be good if someone knew how to get you out of your clothes. Now, tellme what to do.”
“Take me on a dateand bring me flowers, I’m easy,” Tony said. Then, nodding, “there's a hiddenrelease manual just under the left armpit. You have to use the hex to unscrewtwo -- yeah, right there.”
It took longerthan Bucky would have liked to get into the suit’s manual controls, but Tonytalked him through it. Finally, the chest piece was opened up. “Leave the rightarm there,” Tony said. “If I’m too far out, the injection system won’t work.”He tugged his right hand out of the suit. “Ta-da.”
“You keep amedical shunt set up--”
“It’s a modifiedPICC line,” Tony said. “Temporary-permanent. I have to replace it about once ayear, but--”
“The things you doto yourself to fight crime,” Bucky said, shaking his head.
“You’re one totalk, Message-in-a-bottle,” Tony said. “It’s efficient.”
Tony took a deepbreath. “Yeah, uh, dial it up a bit. Now that I’m out of the suit, I think-- Ithink I have broken ribs.”
“You’re gonna goto sleep on me?” Bucky dialed in a double-dosage of pain meds and musclerelaxers.
“Yeah,” Tony said,“probably. You can hold my hand and sing me to sleep, if you want.”
“Oh, I want to,”Bucky said, coming around to sit by the side of the Iron Man suit. “Here, youcan put your head on my shoulder, probably more comfortable than this rock.”
“I dunno,” Tonysaid. “They don’t call you a brick wall for--” Tony took a breath, shallowerthat time, and then…
When the team dugthem out, nearly two hours later, Bucky was still holding Tony’s hand.
Two days later,when Tony woke up in medical--
“Hey,” he said,turning his head to see Bucky sitting there, sprawled in an uncomfortablechair. Their fingers were still linked. Or, quite probably, linked again. Tonyhad a cast on one arm, and bandages around his chest. A cannula in his nose.And another tube he didn’t even want to think about, going other places. Ug.Decathing was so uncomfortable. “What’s this?”
Bucky opened thosebeautiful eyes.
“Flowers,” hesaid, voice hoarse, pointing to the table. “An’ if you’ll consider checkin’ youout of this dump as a date--”
“You’re aromantic,” Tony said. “I should have guessed.”
