It was the middle of the night. The compound was calm and silent, everyone was asleep. Except you. For whatever reason, you had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to find rest. With a defeated sigh, you got up and sneaked towards the kitchen, wanting to get a midnight snack. As you walked through the hallway, you saw a light coming out of one of the rooms. Curiosity took over you as you approached the room, maybe Wanda or Natasha were awake too and you could chat a little.

As you carefully pushed the door open, your eyes widened. It was Bucky, who had apparently came back from a mission just now. It looked like he had a rough fight behind him. He was sitting with the back to the door and he was shirtless. His bare upper body was huge and packed with muscles, covered in dirt and blood. But what shocked you the most was the fact that he was apparently trying to stitch a wound on his shoulder with one hand, while the other one held a mirror to check his work.

You just stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. Should you offer your help? Should you act like you didn’t see him and leave? “Stop staring.” His gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. He didn’t even turn around or look up. It seemed like he was able to feel your presence.