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"Scott's been arrested," Steve announced, walking into the operation theatre with Bucky where everyone was gathered. 

Today was the day they would be performing the operation to remove the chip that HYDRA had planted on Y/N's head. But she was too busy eyeing the instruments and syringes filled with liquid on the table beside her to listen to Steve.

"When?" Sam asked from Y/N's side, turning to them.

"Yesterday," he sat down at the foot of the bed, "The FBI tracked him down."

"Will they be throwing him in prison?" Wanda questioned, seated on the chair next to Y/N's bed.

"No, but he'll in house arrest for two years."

"Would you stop that?" Y/N snapped at Sam, who had switched 'on' the cranial drill and started to wave it around in the air. The whirring noise had set off an dreadful feeling in her.

"You mean this?" he brought the drill closer to her face, making her glare in annoyance.

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"The chip's not been taken yet," Shuri strode out of the operation theatre. "She's been heavily sedated since it's a risky operation."

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked in worry.

"Just anesthesia for the pain," Shuri assured, "But loads though, since she has to be awake during the operation. She might be slightly 'drunk' because all the nerves in her cerebellum are relaxed forcefully. Meaning, she might say things without thinking which might later be embarrassing," she grimaced.

"Finally! I get my revenge!" Sam smirked. Wanda rolled her eyes while Steve and Bucky gave him a quizzical look, "Can I record?"

"No," Shuri smiled, "As much as I would like to, no electronic devices are supposed to be close to her because the radiations might emit dangerous signals to her weak state of mind. We don't want to take any chances."

"You can go and see her now, if you want," she continued as Sam groaned, "The neurosurgeon will be arriving in twenty minutes," Shuri opened the door behind her and Wanda, Sam, Steve, and Bucky walked in to see a very off-balanced Y/N sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her eyes were droopy, her hair was covering half of her face and she definitely looked as though she was drunk.

"Oh hey, it's the guy with the Carter kink!" Y/N yelled and pointed at Steve. 

He covered his face with his hands as Bucky grinned and Sam began to explain the story to a confused Wanda between laughs.

"Shh!" Steve silenced her hastily.

"Yes sir," Y/N saluted him with a serious expression.

He couldn't help but smile, "How're you feeling?"

"Like I'm floating," Y/N frowned and turned to Wanda, "Andie?"

Wanda smiled, "Yes, Y/N?" She patted the empty space next to her and Wanda sat down, bringing her in a side-hug.

Steve and Sam seated themselves on the nearby chairs. But Bucky remained in a corner close to the door. Both of them hadn't spoken about the kiss they shared and he felt that now was not the time, especially when she was extremely sedated and tipsy.

"Andie?" Y/N turned to Wanda with a frown.

"Yeah?"

"Does Vision have a dick?"

"What?" Wanda snapped her head towards her best friend as Sam's face slowly stretched into a grin.

"A pp, penis, ding-dong, whatever you wanna call it," she waved a hand dismissingly, "I'm just looking out for you," she added in a grave tone.

Wanda slapped her forehead.

"Is it like a plug or—"

"No—I'm not answering that question," she insisted sternly.

Y/N gasped, "So he does have!" she frowned to herself and mumbled, "Damn. That sneaky little toaster."

Wanda threw Sam a look and he covered up his laugh with a coughing fit, grabbing a glass of water from a nearby table.

"Bucky." He looked up at his name to see Y/N smiling at him goofily, "Hi,"

"Hey," he returned a small smile and almost laughed at the lazy look on her face.

"James is your first name right?" she asked and he nodded.

"James sounds hotter than Bucky," she thought out loud, "But I prefer Bucky," she concluded with a frown.

All eyes darted to Bucky, who was mouthing soundlessly, torn in between apparent amusement, shock, and shyness. He never received such a straightforward compliment; not even in the 40s.

"You know you're thicker than a chicken leg," Y/N grinned and bit her lip, eyeing him up and down.

Sam spat out the water he was drinking; Wanda slowly turned her head to her with wide eyes; Steve slowly blinked at her and cocked his head forward like a hen. Bucky swallowed, feeling warm in the face due to being the centre of attention.

"Wha—huh?" Sam snorted, but covered it with a cough, "What was that?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, unfazed, "What are you, blind? the man's a whole goddamn meal."

"Y/N," Wanda pushed her hair from her face. Sam started laughing behind his hand and Bucky was blushing furiously by the minute. "How about you lie down and—"

"And you know what?" Y/N continued, not noticing Steve's amused teasing smile, "I'm hungry," she wiggled her eyebrows with a smirk, "Get it?"

"Oh my god, Cap, I think I'm gonna pass out," Sam muttered giddily to a wide-eyed Steve.

"Okay, shush," Wanda covered Y/N's mouth, holding back her own laugh. She gave Sam a warning look as he made no attempt to hide his laugh anymore, "You need to rest, Y/N."

"But I don't want to," Y/N pouted, pushing her hand away and crossed her hands like child.

"I like high Y/N," Sam grinned.

"She's sedated, Sam," Steve corrected him.

"Same thing."

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