The thing about Natasha Romanoff is that when her younger sister was in pain, she did everything she could to help her.
It was evident Mackenzie was in pain, she was gritting her teeth and grunting.
"Stay still, Kenzie." Natasha murmured as she used a pair of tweezers to get the bullets out of Mackenzie's shoulder.
"I'm fine." Mackenzie insisted.
The only other ones in the room was Steve, Bucky, and Clint. Steve refused to leave since he thought he had pushed Kenzie too much, Natasha knew Mackenzie and Bucky had a thing, and Clint was helping Natasha.
"This might hurt a little." Natasha warned before Clint wiped an alcohol wipe on the wound.
Mackenzie hissed in pain and her back arched up off the bed. Bucky let her squeeze his metal hand. He was honestly worried about Kenzie. Sure he had seen people being operated on and even himself but he truly had feelings for Mackenzie and she was a tiny girl. Little things hurt tiny people more, right?
"There you go." Natasha pulled the last bullet out.
Mackenzie sighed in relief and closed her eyes. She was never one to do good with pain, but refused to tell anyone it hurt.
"Let me wrap it then you can sleep, Kenzie." Natasha said as she took the gauze and medical tape from Clint.
"I'm not tired." Mackenzie objected, weakly.
"Yes you are." Bucky spoke softly. Mackenzie smiled faintly at the sound of his voice but didn't open her eyes.
"You don't have to hide that you're tired, Kenzie." Steve stood with his arms crossed. He was upset with himself. He felt like he had pushed Kenzie too much in one day. She wasn't enhanced like he was, she wasn't made to go, go, go.
"You don't look tired." Mackenzie opened her eyes to meet his blue ones.
"I'm not."
"I'm not either."
"She's not going to admit it, Cap." Clint chuckled slightly, patting Mackenzie's leg.
"There." Natasha stood up and squeezed Kenzie's hand. "I'll change it in the morning, but for now you need to sleep."
"I'll make sure she does." Bucky said. Natasha nodded and left the room, Clint and Steve followed behind.
"I'm so tired." Mackenzie groaned and rolled on to her stomach.
"Thought you said you weren't." Bucky teased as he got up to go change.
"I don't want them to think I'm easily injured just because I'm small."
"No one thinks that, Kenz." Bucky shook his head as he went into the bathroom. He came back out with a pair of black sweats and a white tank top.
"I feel like they do." Mackenzie mumbled into the bed. Bucky got into his side of the bed, so Mackenzie turned to him.
Her eyes stayed on his face for a while until they drifted to his left arm. The scarred tissue that connected the metal arm to Bucky's shoulder made her curious.
"Did it hurt?" She asked softly, starting to reach out to touch his shoulder when his metal hand clamped around her wrist. Mackenzie flinched, furrowing her eyebrows at Bucky.
"I-I didn't mean to, Kenzie. Its a natural reaction." Bucky let his hand move so he was able to kiss her knuckles. "I'm really sorry, Kenz-"
"Its okay. You didn't hurt me." Mackenzie placed her head on his right shoulder.
