Bucky's Roommate

Chapter 15

Bucky and Winter (with Madonna perched on their head) were in charge of making the cookies for Mr. Beckett and Roberto since Adel had a few errands to run. The two actually enjoyed it and they planned on looking up more recipes to try. Maybe they could make something so good, Adel's tastebuds would concede defeat. They probably wouldn't but there wasn't any harm in trying. It wasn't like they were asking Adel to eat the entire dessert or to even take full bites.

The two had been preparing the dough when the window in the living room opened and the smell of blood wafted in. They dropped the spatula on the table (they found out how to somewhat control the body at the same time, how cool was that?) and Bucky allowed Winter to front fully as he quickly made his way to the living room.

"любимый?" Winter called when he saw Adel slip through the window with Spider-Man over his shoulder. "What happened?" He took the superhero from the Latino, placing him on their lumpy couch. He'd ask about the kid in a bit, he was more concerned about Adel, who looked ready to collapse on the spot. He grabbed his arm, supporting him as he helped him further inside.

"Don't let me sit down yet." Adel said, adjusting his arm slightly in the soldier's grip. The action wasn't to free himself, but to emphasize his words. "I'll explain in a second, but can you get the first aid kit from the bathroom? The big one. Insect here was shot and I didn't notice any exit wounds. I probably fucked him up more than he already was but desperate times."

Winter nodded and quickly made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a large grey box from the cabinet under the sink. Adel had apparently decided he needed one in the apartment when it became apparent that super villains were apparently going to be a more common thing. Thank goodness he did because he wasn't sure if their tiny normal human one came with enough supplies for bullet holes.

"Thanks." Adel murmured as he took it, only wincing slightly at the strain in his arms. "Can you get Insect here a change of clothes? I don't think I can salvage enough of his suit."

"Are you going to take off his mask?"

The brunet grimaced. "I have to. He passed out pretty quickly and he hasn't woken up yet. It's been at least- What time is it?"

"Seven."

"It's been at least twenty minutes." Adel took out a pair of scissors, cutting away part of the suit. "Shit, he heals fast. The bullet holes are halfway closed."

Winter looked over the kid once before focusing on his roommate. "You're injured."

The Latino nodded. "There was a gecko. It's fine. Hurts like a bitch but I'll live. I'm more worried about leaving the bullets inside the kid. Fucking shit." He cursed when he realized something. "Painkillers aren't going to work on him."

"I can knock him out again if it becomes too much for him." Winter offered because that was probably the best anyone could do at the moment. They didn't have time to call the Avengers because by the time they verified who and where they were, the wounds would have closed fully without Spider-Man even being aware of it.

"Alright." Adel breathed out slowly before he got to work on re-opening the wound. "Hold him down." He growled when Spider-Man started squirming and groaning loudly in pain. "Bullet hasn't moved too much, which is a fucking miracle." The projectile made a muffled clanging noise when he dropped it on a napkin on the coffee table and he hoped the tissue paper was enough to keep it from staining. It probably wasn't but he was nothing if not a dreamer.

The medical student moved over to Spider-Man's arm after wrapping his leg before cutting away the suit there as well. "Keep pressure on his leg. I don't know how well the gauze is going to hold before he heals." He had to re-open the wound on his shoulder, and he tried not to blame the kid too much for how pissed he was. "Do you think you can, uh, hold him down here too while doing that?"