Steve disappeared for a moment and Bucky smiled at you. "Tony's an asshole. But Steve's right he'll probably just pay anyway if it means you don't lose your job."
You shook your head. "I own the place. It's the one across the road. I made the dragon egg. It took me three weeks. It's one of a kind. If it broke that would be three weeks of work for nothing. I wouldn't want him to have to pay for it broken."
"I know that place. You always have Avengers chocolates in the window. You made those?" Bucky asked, sitting forward in his seat and looking at the eggs.
Steve returned with a first aid kit, a bowl of warm water, and a washcloth. He crouched down in front of you and lifted your legs before starting to clean the wound.
"Yes," you replied. People rarely ever believe you're capable of making the intricate chocolate art you do. Not because it's you. They'd have the same reaction for anyone. Art can scare people. Especially when it's something temporary like chocolate.
You hissed at the sting of Steve wiping the wound clean. "This looks bad. What do you think, Buck? Should I get Bruce to stitch her up?"
Bucky looked at your leg. "I've seen worse." He held his prosthetic hand up and flexed at you. You giggled, and he smiled and winked at you. You felt your heart flutter. You didn't know a lot about the Winter Soldier. No one did really. Only that he was an assassin once. How was he so casually charming? "I think the butterflies would be okay. But I mean - he is in the building."
"FRIDAY. Can you get Doctor Banner to come down here?" Steve said to what seemed to be the room. If that wasn't weird enough, the room answered.
"Right away, Captain Rogers," a woman's voice answered, filling the room.
"What the hell was that?" you asked.
Both Steve and Bucky started laughing. "That's the building's artificial intelligence," Steve answered. "Can you hold this, Buck?" he said to Bucky as he held the cloth against your leg. It was slowly turning from white to red.
Bucky took over holding the cloth.
"Why is it Irish?" you asked.
Both of them laughed again. "You know, I never even thought to ask," Steve answered. "That's strange isn't it." He wiped your hands clean, getting out all the little bits of rock and gravel. "Why are you Irish, FRIDAY?" he asked.
"Mr. Stark likes redheads," she replied.
Bucky absolutely lost it laughing. His laughter was infectious and soon all three of you were in hysterics. It helped dull the sting when Steve put iodine on your hands.
The elevator opened and all three of you craned your heads to see the middle-aged man who just entered. He was greying and looked world-worn. "FRIDAY says you two have been collecting strays again," he said, approaching you. "What's happened?"
"A bike messenger clipped her. It might need stitches," Steve replied. He sat beside you and Bruce came and looked at your leg.
"Yikes. This is nasty. I don't think stitches nasty though," he said. He sprayed the wound with an antiseptic. It stung so badly that you let out the largest string of curse words you had in your vocabulary.
Both Bucky and Steve looked at you wide-eyed and then Bucky burst out laughing. "Oh my god. That is a wicked mouth on you."
Bruce chuckled and started putting butterfly bandages on your cut. He then covered it in gauze. "I think that should do it. Keep it clean okay?"
"I will. Thank you," you smiled.
"You're very welcome," he said, returning the smile. "You can't keep her," he added, looking at Steve. Steve smirked but didn't say anything.
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Can We Keep Her?
Fanfiction~ 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! ~ After an accident outside the Avengers Tower, Bucky and Steve take you in to patch you up. What follows is a life none of you expected.
The Accident
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