MINI STORYS - Avengers

Line 5 - Bucky Barnes

Line: "Why are you helping me?"

You stood in the lab, toying with Bruces things boredly as everyone else slept, it was really late but you were always considered a night owl, so here you were awake by yourself - or at least you thought.

Being pulled from your train of thought, which was pretty much just wishing you could sleep, you heard a loud cursing coming from the centre room, it sounding like it came from a man, you sat up, alerted and slightly afraid as you were almost positive none of the team were awake, standing up you looked out the door but you couldn't see out that far. Biting your lip, you built up the courage, and walked out towards the lounge area, a brow raised as you hesitantly stepped.

The lounge was empty, and it only concerned you more, but then, from behind you, you heard another grunt, you turned quickly, and right there, stood Bucky Barnes, Steve's friend who lives in the tower in silence.

You and Buckys relationship was non existent really, the major of your interactions was just awkwardly making eye contact then automatically looking away. But there we was, standing there, holding onto his arm tightly, you rose your brow at the sight.

"James?"
"Bucky." he corrected quickly before grunting once more and glancing down at his arm, which only gained your attention, looking down to Buckys arm, "Is something wrong?" you asked, looking up at the grumpy man. "Hurt my arm.. Down at the gym." he shrugged, obviously not in the mood for talking, which you got quite quickly. "Bruised?" you asked, trying to sound just as unbothered. "Probably." he nodded, face plain.

You paused, looking to his arm, "Oh okay, you should probably go to bed then, try not to sleep on it?" you suggested, only to gain a grunt in response, which wasn't unusual for Bucky, so you nod quietly, "Goodnight then.." you said simply, turning around and deciding to retire to your room, just maybe to watch television and to try sleeping.

"Y/N wait?" you heard quietly as you turned, raising a brow, you turned back around to look at Bucky, "Yes?"
"I think I might have broke my arm or something.. It just hurts a lot.. usually I just ignore this sort of stuff but I don't think I ca-"
"Broken? God Bucky we'll have to get you to the hospital.."
"No. - Just I dont think showing up to the hospital.. Being me, is a great idea..?" he said nervously, shaking his head at you which only caused you to sigh, "Well okay, the Tower staff isnt back until the morning though, so I can't help much other than making you.. more comfortable?" you suggested, receiving another grunt before he nodded, "Okay.. okay that's fine, thank you.."

You looked around, eyes glancing to the lab, "I'll look for the first aid kit and try to make some sort of.. make shift cast.." you chuckled awkwardly, "Sit down, please," you asked to which he obliged, walking to the livingroom as you hurried into the lab, looking around if there was anything Bruce had decided to magically make to fix arms. Yeah. Didn't think so.

You rolled your eyes before finding the first aid kit and just taking out the sprain wraps and a sling, it'd have to do. You stood up and caught a glimpse of Bucky lying back on the couch, looking visably uncomfortable, sighing you lifted your wraps and walked out to him, "Bucky, theres nothing else I can really do other than bandage you up?"
"That's okay, thank you.." he nodded, before sitting up and trying to tug at the peal of his shirt before grunting, "Y/N, could you help me get this shirt off?" he asked reluctantly.

You paused. "Off?" you rose a brow, confused only to get the response of an equally confused look, "Well yeah, You can hardly bandage up through a shirt, can you?" he asked, which just made you laugh a little, "Oh.. yeah of course.." you nodded, walking over to him, "Lift your arms?" you asked, to which he obliged as much as he could, looking in pain. You placed your fingertips to the ends of his shirt and then slowly started to peel in off, him having been in the gym caused it to stick to his skin, and you couldn't help yourself from indulging in the moment as his abs appeared bit by bit, a light gleam on them, your eyes traced the details in his-

"Y/N." interrupted your thought, making you look up to Buckys face, "Yeah? Yes, sorry?"
"Y/N, can you be a little quicker, it's sore having my arms up.."
You blushed hard, hesitating, "God, sorry! Yes of course," you pulled the rest of his shirt off, making him whince, "Sorry, Bucky.." you sighed, "I'm sorry I can't do more.."
"No. It's fine. Thank you for helping in the first place." he nodded. "No it's fine.." you spoke before the conversation dulled.

You sat there, wrapping the bandages around his muscular arm in silence, just trying to focus on not hurting the man you really didn't know. He seemed sweet though, and you began to wonder why you never really spoke.

Once the wrap was around him, you began to place the sling across his neck, and then was when Bucky finally spoke up, "Why are you helping me?" he looked to you confused, his face looking a little bit sad. You hesitated, and stepped back whenever you had finished, "Well.. you broke your arm, Bucky.." you chuckled.

"No.. I mean.. You could have just ignored it?" he shrugged, to which you titled your head, "Yeah.. I could of, but I wouldn't of, I'm not that horrible.." you smiled, raising a brow, and you actually got a soft smile back from Bucky, which honestly shocked you. "You aren't horrible." he agreed, shrugging.

You couldnt help smiling more, "You should get some sleep, I'll try too, and come into me if you need anything else?" you offered, putting your hand out to help the larger man up, to which he excepted, "Yeah, thanks, see you tomorrow Y/N," he nodded, hand in yours before he let go and walked up the stairs.