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Over Worked

Two missions in a row, with back to back training is enough to pull you down. Your body aches, your muscles are strained, and you feel as if your head is going to explode from the lack of sleep.

And another training session in the morning makes you groan as you look at the updated schedule Pepper had put out. Your bags are still in your hand, blood is dripping from most of your open skin, and you don't remember the last time you have properly showered. Or had full sleep that wasn't a few minutes every day.

You haven't even had a full meal in over two weeks for the mission you have just gotten back from.

You lean on the wall, your head continuing to pound as you realize you are only going to get three hours of sleep before having to train. Steve is mostly likely already asleep. The lights are off in your quarters, and his belongings are in the bowl next to the door, where your own things are now being placed.

There is no point in laying down if you know you are going to be late. So you take a quick shower, change into your workout clothes, and move to the kitchen to make something we quickly before heading down to the gym. A granola bar was the only thing you felt like grabbing, having no real energy to actually cook something.

Laying on the floor, you wait for Bucky to come in, sighing as you hear the door open. His footsteps are quiet against the mats, but you hear them stop, turning your head to see he is raising his eyebrows.

"When did you get back?" He questions, moving again to walk to the bench. "And why are you in here if you just got back?"

"Pepper put it on the schedule." You stand up. A rush flows through you, and Bucky's hands on gently placed on your waist when you sway, left hand moving up to your arm as his other wraps around your back. "Got back about an hour ago, showered and came down to wait for training to start."

"You've been gone a month and a half, Y/N," he points out in defense. "You can't train if you can't stand."

"I'm fine, Buck." Mumbling, you push him off and set your water bottle down next to your bag, sighing when you see your almost dead phone sitting atop. "I got a new job Fury wants me to do, anyways, so gotta train for that before heading off again."

"What?" Bucky raises his eyebrows before turning to the now opening door, almost scoffing when he sees Sam and Natasha. They both pause when they see you, their eyes trained on the many bruises along your arms and legs, the few around your face, and wet hair tied back in a ponytail. "We gotta talk to Fury," he says to bring them out of their thoughts, his head continuing to shake as he turns back to you.

"Bucky, I'm fine." You're talking to a wall with a metal arm, sighing when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts it up to his ear. "You act like I'm dying."

"Barton said you've been on two missions back to back with training in between." Natasha-of course-sides with her boyfriend without even communicating with him, her legs moving to stabilize you when you almost fall over. "We gotta get her to Bruce."

"I'm fine."

"Y/N?" Steve stands in the doorway now, and you smile at him. Almost two months of minimal contact, and you see him for the first time as blood drips down your nose. And then you fall.

Bucky is quick to hook his arms underneath your back just as your legs crumble, and Steve drops his phone to the floor to rush over, pushing your hair back as you are settled on the floor, head the last thing to touch the mats beneath you.

"Why is she not in med?" He looks toward Bucky in almost anger, eyes having caught sight of the many bruises littering your skin. Though, he can see the dark shadows of sleep having been lost, his thumb gentle when running over the bags. "What the hell is she doing in here?"