Bobbi Morse and Bucky Barnes - "This is a huge breakthrough for me!"
TW: blood, injury, needles
“You know if you relax more this would go a lot smoother.” Bobbi said from her spot straddling Bucky’s thighs.
“Really? I never would have guessed. This is a huge breakthrough for me!” Bucky replied sarcastically, glaring at the blonde. As mean as he sounded, it was a front for being scared. He knew Bobbi could see through it, but it made him feel better.
“Keep being mouthy and I’ll stab you with more than a needle.” She grumbled, pulling up Bucky’s sleeve.
Bobbi tore open the alcohol wipe and swiped it carefully over the area before tossing it in the trashcan they had moved beside the couch. She dabbed at the area again with some clean gauze before reaching for the syringe. She was gentle as she inserted the needle into the surrounding muscle, and pushed down the plunger. She was focused on the work so she missed the grimace over his face.
“Oh no, how will I ever survive. Stabbed by a third thing today.” Bucky said dryly, blue eyes boring into her. “I’ll never be able to cope.”
“I said I was sorry!” Bobbi said defensively, looking at the arrow sticking out of Bucky’s arm. She had numbed the surrounding area but it wasn’t going to last for long. “We both thought it was a good idea at the time.”
Bucky couldn’t argue with that. They were sparring and looking to expand their usual weaponry when he had the smart idea to try some of the other weapons the team had so they were more familiar with them. Clint had given both of them permission to use his everyday battle bows - it was his fancy wooden one that was off limits. He wanted those closest to him to be able to use them. So…. Bobbi did, after Bucky told her he wanted to practice dodging arrows again. Was it a terrible idea? Yes. We’re they both smart individuals? Yes, of course. We’re they smart individuals together? Well….
“Whatever. So long as we’re in agreement we don’t tell Barton.” Bucky hissed as Bobbi’s hands wrapped around the arrow. The brunette turned his head. He wasn’t squeamish, but he’d get phantom pain past the numbing if he looked at it and thought he should be in pain. “This stays between us.”
“Oh of course not. He’d never let us live it down.” Bobbi said and then yanked the inch of wood and arrowhead out of Bucky’s upper arm, blood immediately coming out. She dropped the arrow and went to stop the bleeding with a compress. She looked to Bucky’s face then. “James you can look now.”
Bucky looked back at the woman on his lap, who looked extremely focused on making sure he was okay. “At least there’s one upside to this.” He said casually
“And what’s that?” Bobbi asked, compressing with one when and getting new gauze with the other. She had to use her teeth to rip it, patting it and pressing it firmly over the wound to soak up more blood while she went for the suture kit.
“You make a helluva hot nurse.” He smirked, then yelped as she took the suture needle and jabbed him in the shoulder with it for the comment. “Hey!”
“Sorry, my hand slipped.” Her tone was innocent, but there was no secret that she wasn’t.
He let it slide, a quiet lapsing between them both as Bobbi worked. He watched her quietly, stitches careful and neat, drawing the muscle and skin closed tight. His healing factor would kick in, but it was still nice of her to do this now. It’s make it easier, and possibly mean no scar. The only time they spoke was when she asked for more wipes and gauze to wrap up the wound, tying it off carefully. She had to wipe her brow with her forearm because she hadn’t taken off the blood gloves yet. Bucky’s metal hand then moved to gently nudge her face back towards him. She looked confused a moment, before he leaned in.
Bucky pressed a small, soft kiss onto her cheekbone, “Thanks for the fix, Nurse Morse.”
If Bobbi’s cheeks stained red as a cherry and she got a little flustered…. Well. That was between them too.
