You didn’t want to complain about your wounds. It was one of your first missions as an avenger and neither Steve nor Natasha said one thing about their bleeding noses and dislocated shoulders. So you put on a brave face during the way back, ready to collapse into your bed. But first, you had to take a look at some of those bruises, because some of them kept starting to bleed.

Back in the compound, you sat down in a quiet room, the small suitcase with first aid supplied next to you. You took off your shirt and started to examine your wounds, your face twisted in pain. Maybe you got hurt more than you had thought at first. Carefully, you pulled down your pants as well, revealing a deep cut on your upper leg. You felt dizzy just by looking at it and you knew that it needed stitches. You grabbed the needed supplies from the box hesitantly, debating if it was really a good idea to do it yourself, when a voice interrupted you.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Bucky Barnes was leaning against the doorframe. You had no idea how long he had been there. He never made any noises while moving and he regularly scared everyone with his sudden appearances. You blushed slightly, feeling caught. “I didn’t want to do that.” You lied, not very well. The hint of a smile played around his lips for a brief moment as his steel blue eyes wandered from your eyes to the wound; that’s when you realized you were only in your underwear. “I can stitch your wound.” He said surprisingly casually. He looked up into your eyes again; the offer was serious.