The Accident

                                    

                                          
Things happened in slow motion.  Normally when that happened Steve and Bucky could act quickly and change perceived outcomes.  This time all they could do is watch everything unfold.
They saw you step up off the curb, a huge gift basket full of various-sized chocolate eggs - some wrapped in clear cellophane to show off the intricate carvings, others wrapped in bright foil.  It was such a large basket that it obscured your view and you didn't see the bike messenger screaming down the sidewalk.
Both Bucky and Steve saw him.  They called out in unison and started to run forward, but it was too late.  He clipped you and you went sprawling.  The eggs from the basket scattered across the pavement, and you went face down on the ground.  The asshole didn't even stop.  Just continued down the street as if nothing had happened.
"Miss, are you okay?"  Steve asked,  crouching down in front of you and helping you sit up. For a second you completely forgot that you may be out thousands of dollars worth of work, and about your complete and utter embarrassment. All you could think was that this is the Steve Rogers. The Steve Rogers is crouched in front of you and looking at you.  Oh my god, his eyes.  They're the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen.  That beautiful pale blue and those long dark lashes.  Like it wasn't completely unfair already that he had the body he had.  He also had to have those eyes?
Steve smiled at you.  "Miss?" he repeated, slightly concerned you've taken a hit to the head, although he was sure that you hadn't.
That brought the embarrassment back full force.  You looked down at your grazed hands.  They were bleeding a little and small stones were embedded in the flesh.  There was a sharp pain in your leg and you twisted to look.  There was a large gash over your calf when the pedal from the bike caught you, and so much blood.  You felt woozy and swayed where you sat.
"Okay, let's take you inside and patch you up,"  Steve said, cradling you and lifting you up like you weighed nothing at all.
"The eggs," you said.  The words come out a little slurred.  Just a little.  Blood dripped from your leg onto the sidewalk.
"Don't worry, my friend's getting them,"  Steve replied.  You looked back as you walked inside and saw the Winter Soldier gathering up all the chocolates and putting them into the basket with the help of a couple of other passers-by.  The image was so comical to you, that you started giggling.  
Steve called the elevator and Bucky caught up with both of you.   "Is the dragon one okay?" you asked him.
"I think so.  There are definitely a lot of broken ones though,"  Bucky said.  "Were they a gift from someone?"
You shook your head and tried to fight back the fact you really wanted to cry right now.  "No, I was delivering them.  Mr. Stark ordered them.  That's an $8000 Easter hamper."
"$8000!  Holy shit! What are they made of, gold?"  Bucky exclaimed.  
"The dragon one has gold on it.  Yes."  You replied, referring to the gilding on the dragon's scales.
Bucky whistled.
"Will they be taken out of your pay?  I can probably convince Tony to just pay anyway.  He's a decent guy."  Steve said, looking down at you.  
The doors to the elevator opened onto what looked like a living room with a full-sized kitchen attached.
"Decent guy,"  Bucky scoffed.
Steve looked at Bucky sternly.   "Buck..." he said.   Just that. Nothing more.
Bucky sighed dramatically.  "Fine!  He's a pillar of the community. A total gem."  He put the Easter basket on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch.  Steve placed you down gently beside him.  Here you were, bleeding all over the Avenger's couch.  It would be a story you told your grandchildren.