I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C7-Winter Soldier

Chapter 7: Winter Soldier
*Tony’s POV* 
(Tuesday)
Staring at Steve in disbelief, I took one good look at the man with the metal arm. “He’s your best friend from the ‘40s?” I asked, gaping at him, to which he nodded, still paralysed with shock. “Well help him then!” I urged, and he quickly sprang into action. Capsicle helped Bucky up with one hand, leaning Bucky on to the blonde’s left shoulder, while I helped him on the other side, grasping his free metal arm and wrapped it around my shoulder. The two of us then slowly helped the unconscious man to the elevator, and I punched in our floor level. 

Once we reached the common room floor, I immediately called out for Bruce. “Bruce! He’s bleeding, can you help him?” I ask, and he nods. 

“Take him to the infirmary!” he yells out and quickly abandons his food, dashing off to his lab. Cap and I then slowly manoeuvre him to the infirmary, and lay him down on one of the beds. By now, he’s starting to stir, soft groans of pain escaping his mouth. The other Avengers and Loki all gather around too, standing outside the infirmary in the waiting room. Bruce dashes in, latex gloves on his hands, mask on his face and he’s carrying a first aid kit and a syringe filled with a clear liquid. “I may be a scientist for gamma radiation, but I did study in medical school,” he says and he shoos Steve out of the room. With a sad glance at his awakening friend, he leaves the room, joining the others outside. He hands me a pair of gloves and I stare at him in shock. 

“You…you want me to help you?” I ask, and he nods. 

“You’re somewhat a doctor too, besides I’m doing the stitching, you just assist me in holding stuff,” he says and I nod. I pull on the gloves, as Bruce opens the kit. The man laying on the bed is now somewhat fully awake and his eyes are open wide, filled with fear and panic. 

“Wh-Who are you?” he whispers in a fearful voice. He clutches his wound tighter. “Don’t touch me,” he says, as his voice cracks. 

“Don’t worry, Steve’s outside. We’re just going to close up your wound, alright?” Bruce says in a calming voice and he hesitantly nods, relaxing slightly on the bed. “Now, we’re going to inject a liquid that numbs the area around the wound, so that we can stitch it up. It will hurt a bit in the beginning but then you won’t feel anything after. Then we’ll do a full body scan, to see if you have any other injuries. Is that okay?” Bruce continues, voice low and gentle. 

“O-okay,” Bucky whispers out and Bruce gently pulls his hand away, more blood dripping out. Then the skilled doctor quickly injects the syringe of clear liquid directly into the wound, causing the man to groan and let out a string of curse words before falling silent again. With the needle and thread in hand, Bruce pierces his skin and starts stitching him up. Bucky stares in fascination as the wound on the right side of his torso was being stitched up. I smile a little and then help Bruce cut the string once he was done, and hand him a roll of bandages. He thanks me before proceeding to pull Bucky’s shirt up, only getting stopped by the man. 

“Woah woah woah, what are you doing?” Bucky stares at him dead in the eye, sitting up slightly, before hissing in pain. 

“Don’t move. Also, I’m taking off your shirt so that I can bandage the wound. At night when you shower, take off the bandages and then throw them away. After you’re done showering, come to me and I’ll re-bandage you again, okay?” Bruce says sternly. Bucky bites his lip and nods, before lying back down again. Bruce gently takes off his top, leaving him shirtless, and blushing. Both of us chuckle and Bruce wraps the bandages around his waist a couple of times before snipping it off and then used a metal clip to pin the bandage together. 

“Now stand up, I’m going to do a body scan,” he instructs, and I help him up, earning a few groans and hisses of pain. With quick actions, Bruce scans his body with the help if Jarvis and is shocked at what he sees. I set Bucky down on the bed again and walk over to Bruce. 

“What’s up?” I ask, taking a look at the screen and cringe. He had about 20 plus minor injuries, including bruises and cuts, a sprained left ankle and a dislocated right arm. “We have to pop his arm back, but he’s not going to like it,” I say and he nods. 

Walking back over to Bucky, I hold his left shoulder down and he stares at me in confusion, before Bruce comes back and gives him and apologetic look before pushing his right arm back into place. A loud cry of pain escapes his throat and a few tears leak down his face before he starts whimpering. “Is he submissive? But he looks so dominant. I’ll ask him later.” I thought and start treating his minor injuries with Bruce. 

*3rd Person’s POV* 
After about another 20 minutes or so, the pair in the infirmary were finally done treating the winter soldier. Bucky groaned as the two helped him up and led him outside, left ankle in a soft cast. As soon as they got out, Steve immediately stood up, face etched with worry, and fear. He went to Tony and Bruce and asked, “Is he alright?” 

“He’s fine, he has about 20 minor injuries like bruises and cuts, a dislocated right arm that we popped back, sorry about that,” Bruce paused and looked at Bucky apologetically, to which the super soldier said that it was fine, “and a left sprained ankle. I told him this, but I’m just going to tell you all this too, to make sure he does it. He needs to remove the bandages on his stitches and his ankle, and then after he showers, he has to make sure his foot and body is completely dry, before putting on the cast. But for his stitch wound, he’ll have to come to me every night after he showers so that I can bandage him,” 

Everyone nodded, especially the dominants. Which reminded them…

“Bucky, what’s your classification?” Steve suddenly asked, turning his head and looking at Bucky. “I never did know your classification, you never told me,” 

Bucky panicked. Should he tell them? What if they think that he’s weak? “I-er-“ Bucky was going to lie, and say neutral or dominant, but he panicked and couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to his best friend. He looked down and clutched onto the crutch given to him even tighter. He bit his lip, as his brown locks of hair covered his face. 

“Buck, don’t lie. We had 3 submissives who lied and in the end they told the truth. Don’t worry, okay? We won’t judge you,” Steve somewhat warned yet reassured. Bucky exhaled shakily and still didn’t look up. 

“Submissive,” he whispered, almost inaudible, yet everyone could hear him. Then Bucky pulled out his dog tags hung around his neck, and found the correct tag, before showing it to Steve. Bucky had 3 dog tags, once with his full name, the other one his birthday and the last one with his classification. Etched in the metal was the word, “Submissive”. 

Steve smiled and dropped the tag, as Bucky put it under his shirt again. Then, the winter soldier felt a hand tucking his hair behind his ears. He looked up and saw Steve doing it. “Thank you Buck,” those 3 words never felt better to Bucky before as he heaved a sigh of relief. 

“We were having dinner before you landed on our doorstep, so why don’t you join us? I’m sure we still have an extra portion of food, right Steve?” Clint broke the tension in the room, and everyone agreed. Except for Bucky. 

“No, no its okay, I don’t know why I came here, thank you for treating my wounds, but I’m gonna go now-“ Bucky quickly said but was cut off by Steve. 

“James,” Bucky froze at this. Steve never used his first name unless he was really mad or he was talking about something serious. Bucky couldn’t tell. “Stop this nonsense right now. You always have a reason for something you do, so coming here was no mistake. You are going to stay here, with all of us, and then become an Avenger, is that understood?” Bucky shivered, as Steve used his, as what Bucky called it, “dominant voice”. All the submissives flinched, and Loki even hid behind Thor. With a piercing glare at the winter soldier, Steve asked again, “Is that understood, James?” To which Bucky quickly nodded and looked down at his cast. Frankly, he was scared. You may think that he’s a dominant because of his tough and scary demeanour, but actually he’s just a big softie on the inside. Hydra trained him, brainwashed him, into this scary, intimidating soldier. So yes, he was scared. Steve had never used this tone on him before. Plus, he had never been ordered around for a long time, and had never been threatened by a dominant too, so in this situation, he was quite scared. 

“Come on then, let’s stop standing here, and actually eat? I’m starving,” Nat complained, breaking the silence and everyone laughed.