The mission was relatively simple, so simple in fact, that we didn't think something could go wrong. That was on us, not thinking ahead of how many enemies they had, and only assuming their organization was relatively small. That wasn't the case however, because the moment we got in we where overwhelmed and outnumbered.
We barely managed to escape without casualties, I couldn't say the same for them because we ended up blowing up their base and saving the hostages. So the mission was a success but I took a pretty hard blow to the face. Well it was the most noticeable injury, everything else was covered up by my suit. I had a swollen bruise on the side of my left cheek bone, with a small cut running straight across. It honestly looked worse than it felt.
I even forgot it was there in the first place, so Steve's reaction caught me of guard. "What happened to your face?" His eyebrows where furrowed in concern and he was next to me in an instant. "You should have seen the other guy." He shook his head in disbelief, taking out his wallet. "Seriously Steve I'm fine, it's not as bad as my back-" "What happened to your back?"
"Nothing." Sam walked by us, scoffing as he slapped me on my back, knocking the air off my lungs. "She fell down five flights of stairs." I kicked his knee, the one he hit against the side of the building, causing him to hiss a curse out as he quickly limped away. "Here, put a band aid over that, but take care of your back."
I shoved the adhesive in my pocket shrugging. "I can walk it off, they have their hands full anyways." He smiled when I used his own line against him, but he still motioned for me to follow him. We went to the lounge room, heading towards the kitchen to find the spare first aid kit.
"I'm not a licensed doctor, but you pick up a few things when you're in the army, so where does it hurt?" I grabbed my T-shirt, pulling it over my head as I rubbed my fingers in a circle around my lower spine. "I landed pretty bad so my shoulder blade is bothering me too." I turned around to look at him, but he had was looking away, his gaze adverted from my general direction.
"Are you serious right now?" He cleared his throat "Sorry I just didn't expect you to do that." He managed to focus back on me, looking down at my bruised up torso and slightly frowning. "You're not still acting like a prude right?" He gave me a small smile, asking me to turn around. His hands felt warm against my shoulder blade, and even if he gently brushed against my skin it still felt oversensitive, causing a wave of pain to travel down my back.
"Your lower back is just badly bruised, so nothing serious there, but you did dislocate your shoulder so we're going to have to pop it back in place." I brought my hand up to grab his out of reflex. "Hold on, have you done this before?" I didn't have to see his face to know he was nodding. "This happened to me all the time back in the day."
"Yeah but I'm not a super soldier Steve-FUCK!" before I knew it he had pulled my arm back, and pushed it up in a swift move, making my fingers numb from the pain. "You couldn't have, I don't know, waited until I was ready?" He gave me a disapproving glare, probably due to my "crude" language.
"It's better when you don't expect it, gives you less time to think about it hurting, let me get you some ice and you should be good." He looked smug when he went to fill a bag with ice from the fridge, so this gave me time to think of something I could do to retaliate. Sure he did help me, but I didn't appreciate hearing my own bones lock back in place without knowing about it first. He came back, walking closer until he handed me the ice pack.
This gave me an opening to wrap my legs around his waist locking him in place as I rested my arms on his shoulders. "The cute nurse usually gives me a lollipop before I go, but I don't think you have one of those." I brought his body closer, until our hips
where lined with each other. "Or maybe you do? I feel something poking my leg."
"What are you doing?" His voice was steady, but his face was just as red as Tony's suits. "Hopefully you." I ran my hand down his shoulders, rolling my hips up until his hands quickly came down to hold them in place. "This isn't the time to be messing around." His grip on my hips was bone crushing, and I could tell he was trying hard not to rock his hips against mine. "You afraid someone will walk in on us?"
"Yes but I-" "Oh Captain!" I started thrashing around and he nervously tried to tell me to be quiet. "Ah Steve!" "Can you please-" "Steve harder!!" "Can you just be quiet for a-" "Oh yes fuck me harder!"
"What the hell are you two doing on my counter?" Tony's voice drained all the color in Steve's face, and I couldn't stop laughing for the next three minutes where Steve tried to tell Tony we weren't actually screwing on his kitchen.
"Just don't ever actually fuck on my kitchen, wouldn't want your germs in my food." Steve continued to apologize and my legs where still wrapped around him, the heels of my shoes digging into his sides. "Relax Steve it was just a joke, and you deserved it anyways." "Yeah, next time just don't do it where someone could catch us."
