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━━━━━━━━━━ Bucky had carried you the whole back to Elliott's, not stopping once to readjust. You protested against it, saying that you could walk on your own, but Bucky insisted on holding you the rest of the way. Upon entering Elliott's, you heard Diego's loud screams of pain, seeing that Lila was trying to burn the wound as a way to mend the skin together. She was shushing your brother, trying very hard to concentrate, "Shh! Don't move. This thing is very finicky."
"What happened," Your brother groaned, as he started to wake up.
"I saved your stupid life."
"Don't take all the credit." Diego looked back at you, noticing your current position, and watched the blood drip from your pants, forming a small puddle below. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Dad happened." From your position in Bucky's arms, you looked down onto the ground at where Diego was looking and noticed the small puddle, "It stopped bleeding... I think."
"Yeah let's go get that cleaned up," Bucky walked the two of you away and into the bathroom, leaving Diego and Lila confused.
Bucky sat you down on the toilet, a small groan falling from your lips from the pain. He began to rummage through the drawers, finding the pair of scissors he was looking for. He wasted no time in kneeling in front of you and cutting through your left pant leg. He started the incision mid-thigh, lifting up your leg with his metal hand to cut around the whole thing. Once finished, he rolled down one half of the pant leg to your foot, and the other he rolled up to your hip.
His touch was tender in contrast to the burning sensation you felt throughout your thigh. Looking at it, your leg was covered in dried, brown blood with some fresh, red blood pooling around the open gash. Bucky shifted over to the cabinet to get a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before kneeling back in front of you.
"Wait," your voice caused him to look up at you with concern.
"What is it?"
"Let me close it up first." Bucky nodded at your words, watching as you hovered your hand over the wound. Red tendrils flowed from the tips of your fingers and into the wound. The veins of your leg glowed a bright red as the magic worked its way through the cut.
You let out a loud groan as the pain became more intense, the feeling of your skin mending back together was throbbing throughout your left leg. Bucky brought his hand up to your free one, wrapping it with a tight squeeze.
With the last layers of skin renewing and the pain finally subsiding, you realized that you had Bucky's hand still in a tight grip, which you quickly let go. He slowly retracted his hand, taking the wet washcloth from his lap and bringing it up to your leg.
You watched as he lifted it up to your thigh and pressed it against the dried blood. He worked in slow movements and ensured to get all the blood encasing your thigh. He gradually progressed up towards your hip as a lot of blood had accumulated there, when suddenly Five burst through the door, "Ah! I see you found her." He said more towards Bucky, before looking at you, "Glad to see you're not dead."
