Well You're A Pretty Dame | BUCKY BARNES

Well You're A Pretty Dame

CW: some slightly graphic writing about injury

December 19th, 1942.

"Quick! We're losing him!" Katie shouted desperately trying to stop the constant flow of blood oozing from a man's leg.

I rushed around, looking through every cabinet I could see.
"Found it!" I rushed back to the bed, a needle and stitching thread in my hand, quickly handing Katie the needle and thread, I set to work preparing a bandage while she started stitching the mans leg.

"What's your name Sir?" Katie asked, trying to comfort the poor man, distract him from the pain.

"Private Thomas Cane, Ma'am" His breaths were quick, almost quicker than his words.

"Lovely Thomas, do you have any family then?" I asked, seeing as Katie was busy working on where to begin.

"Yes, A wife and a darling-" he gasped as the first needle went through, his fists clenching the bed sheets, "-daughter."

Before I could ask any more questions, the doors of the infirmary burst open, I counted twenty-three men being carried in, most of them yanks, and some in better shape then others.

Nurses were quick to help carry the men to their beds, then get to work on them.

"Adams!" Mrs. Williams, the woman who had let us use her estate as a temporary infirmary, called my name.

"You're the new one, right?" I nodded. "Good, work on that one, his injuries are relatively minor compared to some of the others in here." I looked to where Mrs. Williams pointed and headed towards the man.

"What seems to be ailing you, Sir?" I asked, even though I had full view of his displaced elbow.

"The usual, I think I've twisted my ankle again" He said, sarcasm dripping off of his every word, smirking at my reaction.

"Pardon me Mr. . . ?"

"Barnes, Sergeant James Barnes, at your service."

"Mr. Barnes then, but for someone who has an elbow twisted the wrong side out you don't seem to be in a lot of pain." I said, trying to defend myself. I looked at his elbow, luckily it wasn't too bad, and wouldn't require surgery.

"Your elbow is dislocated, Mr. Barnes, hold still for a second while I put it back into place, this is going to hurt quite a bit, so I suggest you bite this towel."

He nodded, then opened his mouth and bit down. I motioned to him, telling him I was about to fix his shoulder. I quickly pulled his elbow back trying to cause him the least amount of pain possible, he barely even flinched.

"There, all done" I said, taking his towel out of his mouth then proceeding to turn around and grab some bandages.

"Well, you're a pretty dame aren't you?" He said, I could already picture his cocky smirk, and yet I ignored him, there used to be a time where I would dance along to those words, but those days were gone, as was the girl who would dance and drink until midnight, wrapped in some strangers arms.

I ignored his stare, and continued to wrap his arm in a sling.

"How long do I have to wear this thing?" He asked, clearly not happy with his current immobility.

"Well that depends, if you stay put, then it will be healed in about two to three weeks." I said, putting away my things.

His mouth fell open.

"Surely you can't expect me to wait here for three weeks ma'am?" He paused. "I'm a Sergeant, I got men to take care of." He said, getting up.

"- And I'm a nurse, I also have men to take care of, now lay down and allow me to to my job before I put you to sleep via Antihistamines." I said, carefully pushing him down to the bed.

"Now keep still, I'll be back in about two hours to check on you, make sure you keep pressure off of that arm of yours, remember if you need anything, call the nurses, they're here for a reason, Mr. Barnes, just like you." I grabbed my things and started looking around the room for another patient.

"Wait! Miss, I never got your name."

I sighed and turned around.
"Mary, Mary Adams."

"Well Miss Adams, perhaps you would like to stay with me for just a little while?" He asked, smiling sheepishly.

I knew it was wrong, we were all told not to get to close with anyone fighting in the war, especially not the soldiers, it would only cause more pain once you got a letter stating that your lover or pen pal had died on the field, but surely it was okay? He was a sergeant, fighting for his country almost every day, surely an evening of comfort with this man couldn't do any harm? All he wanted was company, and who was she to deny this hero that?

"Fine, but only for a little bit, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself James?" I said, sitting down on a chair beside him.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it, drawing a poorly concealed blush from me. "Call me Bucky, James is too posh" He said.

"Okay Bucky, but what if I like posh?" I replied, trying to keep my smile off my face.

"Then I shall retire my efforts and be sad forevermore" He said, imitating my English accent, smirking widely as I gasped.

"I do not sound like that!" I retorted, mocking offence.

"We'll just have to agree to disagree." He laughing.

"Oh well in that case" I got up jokingly, as if I were about to leave.

"No" Bucky said, then he added, softly, "stay."

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