Bound By Purpose

Things Done in the Dark

---Bucky's POV---

I'm woken up by a small shake to my shoulder. I lift my head from Eve's and see that Steve has woken me up. We're the last three aboard the carrier. "We've landed in London. The hospital is down the block, they want to see her."

Looking to my left I see that Evelyn is deep in sleep. "Can't we wait until she wakes up. She's stable."

"They want to see her, and they want you with us to discuss the information recovered." Steve looks down at the ground obviously not wanting to demand this from me at the moment. 

"I'm not going to leave her alone, not after everything that happened today."

"She won't be alone... Howard is helping Peggy get stabilized and then he'll be right over to check on Eve."

"Pfft. Howard..." I say shaking my head.

"He saved her life you know. He'll take care of her." I look up. He really doesn't get my meaning. 

"That's what I'm worried about..." It's not that I entirely don't trust him, but I couldn't possibly leave her alone with anybody but myself. I watch as Steve rolls his eyes.

"Would you relax. They've worked together on a lot of stuff these past few years, but neither one of them have ever shown attraction to the other." I ignore his statement and slowly ease Evelyn off my shoulder. This little movement wakes her, unexpectedly calm, she lets me help her to her feet. She sways only a moment before she's ready to descend.  She notices Steve, but neither of them speak. There is only a sad glance from her to him. "Come on." I say steering her away.

As we reach the the pavement there's an escort car waiting for us, and the clouds have finally broken. I help her into the back seat and then enter myself. Our driver knows the mission so he takes off as soon as I shut the door. Evelyn is laying her head against her window, her bound arms are held out on her lap in front of her obviously trying to find a comfortable position. She's shivering ever so slightly now. Sliding to the middle seat I reach for her unbroken hand. She immediately turns and buries her face into my shoulder. Careful not to disturb any of her injuries I hold her until we reach the hospital.

When we reach the front we're greeted by a doctor and a few nurses with a stretcher, which Evelyn refuses. They show us to a room where Evelyn is finally able to sit on the bed. I step aside while a nurse pulls out an IV tube. I see her search both of Evelyn's arms for a place but they're both bound tightly with the bandages from the field. She moves quickly to the unbroken hand and swabs it over with alcohol then inserts a needle into her vain. She hardly reacts to it. Next the nurse begins to unwrap the bandages. The cuts are more vivid now that they've clotted. Now you can see every slice across the skin.

"Are these cuts from a knife?" the nurse asks examining each one.

I've taken a step back so the nurse can work but when I see Evelyn looking to me for confirmation I nod from the corner. "Most of them... I don't know where some of the smaller ones came from..." The nurse nods and then grabs a bottle from the table.

"Well I won't need to stitch any of these up. But this will probably sting." She pours little amounts of the substance on each and every cut. Evelyn flinches and writhes a bit but it doesn't seem too painful. The nurse moves to the tear in her upper right arm.

"I got shot." Evelyn says when the nurse freezes. She then peeks under the bandage wrapped tightly around her shoulder but quickly presses it back down. "It nicked my arm. My shoulder was hit too but I think it went all the way through." Eve shudders a little bit and the nurse takes notice. She kneels down in front of her at eye level.