When you reached your room door you quickly realized that you had left your keys in your jacket pocket that you left on the bus. The second option was to biometrically scan into the room with your left hand, which would have been a perfectly viable option if it wasn't for your hand covered in blood and feeling numb from the pain.

“Hey, are you back already?” You heard a familiar voice call from down the hall and you instantly felt your body tense in panic.

What was he doing here?

No, no. Druig could not see you like this.

After a short inhale you turned towards his direction trying to make this as casual as possible. “Oh hey. Can you give me just-” The moment your eyes met his, he instantly knew something was wrong.

“What the fuck?! Are you hurt?!” Druig shouted as he came running down the rest of the way to you. In seconds he was by your side assessing the arm. “Why aren’t you at the hospital? Are you crazy?”

This was the first time you saw him break his usual calm composure. Strangely comforted by his worry, you had to fight off the urge to just launch into his arms after the long day. You guys were just friends and nothing more.

“No, not crazy and can you please help me into my room? I just need help raising this arm,” you eyed your left arm.

“No, I'm taking you to the hospital. There’s blood coming down your arms!” There was clear sense of panic in his voice and you couldn’t help but to chuckle in the situation.

“I’m fine, Druig. Others are busy taking care of people who actually need it. I just need to get to my first aid kit. Can you help me? Please?”

He glared at you in doubt. “Y/N,” he let out a long sigh in defeat. “Why are you so stubborn?”

He quickly helped to lift your left arm on the biometric scanner and the door beeped open. Once we were in the room, he quickly moved you over to the couch and asked about the location of the first aid kit. He quickly retrieved it along with towels and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He was right by your side in record time with everything he needed.

The comfort of your own space had already started to calm you down. Everything was going to be okay. Druig’s presence was just the cherry on top.

He didn’t speak as he grabbed the scissors and cut off the sleeve of the shirt that you were wearing. You watched his face as he saw the wound for the first time. He clenched his jaw with a straight face as he grabbed the bottle of the alcohol and glanced over at you. Next, he guided your right hand onto his firm arm.

“This is going to hurt,” he warned as he prepared to drown the wound in the alcohol. “I need you to hold on to me, okay?”

The moment the alcohol touched your wound the stinging pain pierced you into pieces. You shut your eyes and bit down on your bottom lip as you desperately tighten the grip around his flexed arm. The exhaustion of the day came crashing all at once and tears escaped down your cheeks. Everything else was a blur as Druig worked to quickly patch you up. As you gained clarity, you slowly loosened your grip around him and the taste of iron lingered in your mouth.

By the time you opened your eyes again, there was a clean bandage around your arm. Druig stroked your hair as he quietly whispered your name, only loud enough for you to hear.

“Thank you for being here,” you managed out.

He took your right hand from his arm and pressed it to his lips, closing his eyes. “The cut was pretty deep so I had to stitch it. Don’t scare me like that again.”

“It better not leave a scar, Dr. Druig.” You tried to smile, but your lips didn’t want to cooperate. “Ow.”

He held your hand close to his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers. When he blinked his eyes open, they looked into yours. “It hurts me when I see you in pain.”

“Druig,” you started to say before he cut you off.

“I spent the last 30 minutes thinking of how to find and kill the person who did this to you,” he paused. “I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I-”

There was a knock on the door. Druig pressed his lips together and you cleared your throat.

“Come in,” you called.

The door swung open and Bucky’s tall and built frame was standing by the doorway with a white box in his hand. There was a small red cross marking on the box.

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to already have company,” he replied as he looked at you and eyed Druig on the couch.

“Hey Bucky,” you replied as you tried to get up from the couch. As you tried to prop yourself up, Druig immediately reached for your wrist and stopped you from getting up.

“You shouldn’t get up,” Druig muttered.

“He’s right,” Bucky replied. “I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.” He glanced over to Druig. “Thanks, man. And I’ll be back to check on you later, okay?”

You nodded and Bucky closed the door on his way out.

“Are you close to him?” Druig asked not long after the door closed.

“Bucky has been helping me since I joined the team,” you answered.

Druig blankly stared at the door and you couldn’t read what he was thinking. There was a long pause before Druig spoke again.

“Can I stay with you for the night?”

Your eyes widened at Druig who was staring intently at you. “Wha- Um, tonight? You don’t need to do that. I should be okay.” Your face suddenly felt like it was burning up.

Druig closed the space between you and him. You stared at him as he placed his hand over yours. “I don't know how to describe how I feel when I am with you,” he started. “I want to be with you when I’m not with you. I’m in pain when you are in pain.”

You felt your heartbeat race in your chest.

“Can you help me? Because I can’t focus on anything else lately. Except you.”

His clear blue eyes caressed you. As you both studied each other in silence, time seemed to slow down. A small smile grew on his face causing tiny dimples that you fell in love with the moment you saw them.

He leaned in and your lips touched his for the first time. His lips gently pressed against yours and you kissed him back harder, reciprocating his confession. The kiss transformed from a gentle greeting between strangers to a desperate calling for each other. He devoured your lips as you fought to taste him. By the time you parted, both of you were trying to catch your breath like teenagers kissing for the first time.

“So is that a yes?” He asked in between catching his breaths.

Giggling, you replied. “Yes, you can stay the night.”

“Oh, good. But, no. I wasn't asking about that.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

And there it was again, the adorable dimples.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

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