Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (36) Thirty Six ~ ...the girl who needs help

"You doing all of this is going to make him paranoid and come through the window." I groaned. We were in the kitchen with me sitting on the countertop as Fury used some tweezers he found to go digging for the bullet that was still lodged in my arm. He had just put one of Steve's vinyl's on the record player, thankfully taking my suggestion and playing "We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn.

"As long as he's discrete about it." He pulled the bullet out then, dropping it in the trashcan beside us. He then used a hand towel I grabbed and wrapped it around the wound, tying it tight in hopes of stopping the blood.

"I'm not going to be much help here with a broken leg, Nick."

"I'll get Hill to grab one of your fancy gadgets. In the meantime, you just rest. We're not done with this yet."

"Yeah, yeah okay. Help me down." I nodded, reaching my arm out. Nick moved under my arm, allowing me to put my body weight on his shoulders so I could carefully get down. "Oh, shit."

"What, what's wrong?" Fury panicked a bit, glancing between me and my leg.

"Nothing, it's just that I have a leg sling here for Steve that might work. He hates using the doctors at SHIELD unless necessary, so I hooked him up with some stuff. It should be in the closet."

Nick helped me over to one of the chairs in the living room, hobbling out a moment later and coming back with a large leg brace.

"Yep, that's it. Give me." I grabbed it from his hand, placing it around my leg and tightening it as much as I could get it. "Not the best, but it'll have to do." I shrugged.

The two of us froze as we heard talking coming from out in the hallway, recognizing Steve's voice. "Come sit. He'll be a minute since he's flirting and going to come in the long way." I nodded to the seat to the left of me, watching as Fury slowly sat himself down in it, groaning a bit and placing his hand on his midsection.

"Broken ribs?" I asked.

"Probably. But I'll be fine." He dismissed.

The song restarted, the sound of the trumpet making me smile, starting to lightly hum along to the music. Steve's head popped out from behind the wall, a confused and relieved look on his face seeing that it was only Nick and I that broke in.

"I don't remember giving you a key." He told Fury.

"We used Stark's." He motioned to me, groaning in pain as he sat up more. "But you really think I'd need one either way? My wife kicked me out. Stark said she'd take me here."

"I didn't know you were married."

"A lot of things you don't know about me."

"I know, Nick. That's the problem." He came closer, flipping on the light switch. His mouth opened a bit, eyebrows furrowing upon seeing Nick and I's beat-up states, Fury quickly moved to turn the lamp back off.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but I had no place else to crash," Nick said, typing things into his phone and showing them to Steve.

"Who else knows about your wife?"

"Just... my friends." He said as he stood, walking closer to Steve.

"Is that what we are?"

"That's up to you."

A large blast went through the apartment then, hitting Fury right in the chest and making him yell out in pain.

"Nick!" I yelled, ignoring the pain in my leg and rushing over to him, Steve helping me drag him into the kitchen.

"Don't trust anyone." Fury coughed, holding up a flash drive. I looked up at Steve, watching him hesitate for a second before rolling my eyes and grabbing the device from Nick's hand, and putting it in my pocket.