Mosaic (Bucky Barnes X OC / Winter Soldier x OC)

Chapter 5: Valeriy Ayers - Soggy Spaghetti (Part II)

Author's Note:

I split the chapter's around 1500 - 2500 words to try and avoid the glitch where chunks of text disappear, so this is shorter than I like but I rather not risk missing parts of this.

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A slight warning for this chapter. It's listed in the warnings chapter to minimize spoilers.

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"Mr. Barnes!!!" Eve's voice shrieked.

I whirled around. Something had to be seriously wrong with –

"Holy fuck! Drop it!!! Why the flying fuck did you do that!?!"

A knife clattered to the floor tiles from his hand.

"I... Urgh...!" He desperately clutched onto his thigh, his face skewing in agony. Blood quickly seeped through his fingers and into his jeans. "I don't... I don't know...."

The confusion in his eyes made it all the more worse. He had no idea why.

"Sit! Get that leg elevated above your heart! Eve! Tell me he didn't cut something important!" I scrambled for the roll of paper towels and threw it at him. "Keep pressure on it!!!"

My mind whirled through all random trivia I've accumulated over the years for something of use. With my own injured leg, I quickly swiped the kitchen knife across the room. Did not need to have a repeat.

"He missed it. Somehow...."

"Superglue!" I barked out, and I heard a drawer open in the formal dining room. "How safe is it!?" My left ankle screamed for me to stop moving, but who cares.

"It may cause irritation. Burns if you use too much."

"'Kay...?"

With a huff, I tossed out the contents off the drawer on the floor. I plucked the annoyingly packaged superglue and quickly hobbled back into the kitchen.

"Pantry. Bottom shelf to your right. Spirytus. 96%," Eve prompted.

The restocked first aid kit was too far away.

It was buried behind a couple of bottles, but at least it was far better than pouring sticky Kahlua in the wounds.

Grabbing the knife off the floor, I started on trying to fight the plastic package of the superglue.

"Oh that is not what kitchen knives are used for, Val.... Do you have any idea how expensive those are?"

Ignoring Eve and dropping down next to the pool of blood, I waved his hands away and cut the denim of his pants to get a better look.

'Nope. I still can't handle large cuts.'

Shaking away the need to hurl, I blindly groped for a cork mat while my other hand worked the Spirytus cap off.

"Bite. It's going to hurt. Sorry, Buddy."

Those blue eyes were dead set on mine. Made me feel an anchor in his sea of pain. But when the alcohol drenched his leg, he couldn't help the scream that escaped him.

Luckily, he didn't try to fight me off or move much at all as I got to work with the superglue. A few drops down the length. Squeeze closed. Hold for...