prompt 1: "Why...why did you just take your shirt off?"
warnings: reader gets hurt, bleeding, pet name (doll)
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⇨ The two of you had been training together. It wasn't often that you'd train with Bucky, Natasha being your usual sparring partner. But she'd been away on a mission, and Bucky had offered to take her place.
⇨ It was near the end of the training session, and Bucky was fighting against you with his knife. It had been going well enough, until you tripped over the mat and was unable to stop the knife from slicing your arm.
⇨"Shit," you hissed, your hand flying up to cover the wound.
⇨"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Bucky had immediately put the knife away, cradling your arm in his hands. "Here, let me take you to the infirmary."
⇨"It's just my arm, Buck, you don't need—"
⇨ Your words caught in your throat as you realized he was shirtless, his t-shirt wrapped around your arm.
⇨"Why...Why did you just take your shirt off?"
⇨"Gotta stop the bleeding somehow, doll. Now c'mon, let's get you to the doc."
⇨"Oh. Well...you should do that more often."
⇨"What? Cut your arm open?"
⇨"No. Walk around the compound shirtless."
⇨ He laughed. "Well, if you want that, you gotta take me out to dinner first."
