bucky barnes imagines

xi. wounds

Weakened from the cuts on your side and shoulder, you limp to the bathroom to change your bandages. You'd just been on a mission, and you got yourself a couple of fresh wounds.

You haven't seen Bucky since you deployed, and your hoping he got to the tower safely.
You start taking off the first bandage and bite your lip from the sting.

Trying to reach the alcohol, a figure comes in the room. When you realize it's Bucky, you sigh in relief. His brows furrow with concern when he sees your state.

You sit up straighter on the bathroom counter, still struggling with the bandage.

"You okay?" he asks. "Yeah," you wince, "just a few cuts, it's not that bad" you reply. "Here let me help you" he says, and starts shuffling through the supplies.

He stands between your legs, making sure your okay with him cleaning your wound, because he knows it will sting.

When he presses the wet cloth to your side, you grab his arm as support. His eyes travel to your face, "I'm sorry, i'm trying to be as gentle as I can I just want to make sure it's clean" he says.

You nod and glance to his hands on your waist, one on the gash and the other just slightly resting at your side, making your breathing quicken.

You squeeze your eyes shut. The relief washes over and the sting becomes a dull throb when a fresh bandage wraps around your waist.

"Just got to do the shoulder..." Bucky mumbles, focusing on unwrapping it. You now realize you're only in a sports bra and shorts which you previously changed into so you could attend to the cuts more, but Bucky has seen you training like this before, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

You lift your arm up so he can have more access for the bandaging, and you can feel his breath on your neck when he leans over.

You can tell he's done, but he stays in that spot for a second longer. When he realizes what he's doing, he pulls away fast.

When he does, your eyes meet. You want to say thank you, but his gaze doesn't let you muster up the confidence. His stare falls down to your lips, and you can feel him inching closer.

Now his lips are on yours, a hand just above your bandaged waist and one cupping your face. You pull away after awhile, laughing slightly at his huge grin.

You try and get off the counter, but your hand shoots to your side which you forgot about. Bucky quickly checks to see if you're okay, "I'm fine, just a little..." another shock of pain goes up through you.

"No you're not that's why i'm going to do this" Bucky says, and before you can argue, he's picked you up, bridal style. "Bucky!" you try to shrug him off, but he keeps a firm grip.

He smirks a little at your distraught, and you frown as he continues carrying you up to your room. When you go in, he lays you on the bed. He hands you a bottle of water and sits at the edge.

"Thanks Buck" you finally say, and he smiles. "Anytime" He gets up to turn off the light, but you can't help but ask. "Stay with me?"

You can feel his smile as he turns off the light, walks over to the bed, and lays down beside you. He Carefully shuffles over so you can rest your head on his shoulder, and pulls the covers over the both of you.

"Goodnight Bucky"
"Goodnight doll"