Appellations (Reader X Bucky)

The Facility

"Your bleeding," you say as you move your hand from inside his jacket to look down at your blood soaked hand.

"Yeah I ran into some trouble on my way to meet you, don't worry it's just a flesh wound," he says casually, "it will heal in an hour or so."

"Well as a nurse I'd still like to get it checked out and cleaned up, let's go."

You both head in to the deserted facility.

"Welcome back Miss Stark," F.R.I.D.A.Y announces, "would you like me to inform Tony that your here?"

"No thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y I don't want to worry him while he's on a mission."

"Very well Miss Stark."

Bucky follows you to your room and into your rather spacious bathroom.

"You can rest against the counter next to this sink," you instruct as you wash and sanitize your hands, "can you remove your jacket and shirt for me?"

"We kissed 5 minutes ago and now you want my top off?" Bucky smirks, but he does as you ask.

You blush at his comment and try to suppress a smile as you assess his wound. It looked as though he came close to having a bullet in his abdomen, but luckily it had just grazed past him.
You open your medical cabinet and get out everything you need to clean and sanitize the wound and get to work.

"So," you begin, "how many people do you think know I'm a Stark now?" you say nervously.

"Run through what happened earlier, what exactly did he do and say?" Bucky prompts.

You tell him in as much detail as you could remember.

He hard exhales, "Matt will of only told a handful of people to try and gauge what interested parties were willing to pay for you. If he had told too many people he risked them taking you themselves. But as for how may people those individuals told, is hard to say, and it depends what they wanted you for."

You move your attention from his wound and glance up at him, "what do you mean?"

His expression turns to that worried look again, almost like he didn't want to tell you in case any were true, "I assume Matt thought your buyer would hold you ransom and have Tony pay out big to get you back, but Fisk is already a corporate mogul, and Whitney is in with the rich crowd too," he pauses for a moment trying to think of the best way to deliver worst case scenarios, but there weren't any, "so to me it might be that they wanted you for your intellect, they maybe thought you could influence Stark Industries, possibly torture you for inside information on the Avengers, or purely a trophy kill."

Your body tenses at the thought of any of those being true.

"But you don't have to worry, no one will ever take you from me, I promise you," he says in a low serious voice as he makes eye contact with you.

You give a weak smile, "I don't want you getting hurt because of me."

"'Bit late for that Doll," he chuckles.

You scrunch your face at his words, realizing he was right.

A few moments later you had done your job and had him patched up.

"Done," you announce, "let's find you a clean t-shirt."

Heading back into your bedroom you open your closet door.

"I think I have one of Steve's t-shirts in here somewhere," you say as you ratch around, "ah ha, found one," you exclaim as you pull out a short sleeved maroon top.

Bucky looks at you quizzically, "why do you have one of Steve's t-shirts?"

"What can I say? I have a thing for super soldiers," you wink and smile.

Bucky's eyebrows raised, "you and Steve?"

You let out a laugh, "nah he left it in the washing machine and turned everyone's whites pink, so I told him he was never allowed to wear it again."

Bucky laughs and puts the t-shirt on, "damn, Steve is still small even as a super soldier," he says at the ill fitting t-shirt. The top clung to his muscles as it was a size too small, not that you were complaining.

"So since we will have to wait for the rest of the team to get back to go after Matt, what do you want to do?"

"Well we do have this place all to ourselves, I'm sure i can think of a few things," you say flirtatiously as you make your way over to him and kiss him.

He kisses you back, your tongues exploring each others mouths. His right hand moves up the back of your neck and entangles in your hair as he gently tilts your head to the right, allowing him to plant kisses from your jawline to your neck. You let out a soft moan which only seemed to excite him more as he smiled against your skin. In one fluid motion he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you and placing you on the counter, both continue to franticly kiss as he stands between your legs.

Then he abruptly stops.

"What's wrong?" you ask thinking you had done something.

He groans clearly unhappy with himself for what he was going to say, "I want to make sure your making the right decisions, I don't want this to be a result of your heightened emotions and adrenalin from today," he says cautiously, "so as much as I'd like to rip your clothes off and have you right here, right now, lets take today."

You look at him happy that he had the fore thought to think that way, but frustrated as you knew this wasn't a result of either of those things, "these feelings I have for you aren't new, I've had them since we started hanging out, when I really got to know you. But if it's a day you want, I can wait."

He smiles and kisses the top of your forehead, "thanks Doll."