“I’m starting to think you only injure yourself because you want to see me.” You said with a grin as you wrapped the bandaid around his biceps. Bucky huffed through gritted teeth, a tired smile appearing on his lips. “Sure, love. Not because I keep saving the world from the bad guys.” He said. He tilted his head slightly as he watched your precise fingers working on him, quickly and efficient. It barely hurt. Well, okay, it did hurt, but he wouldn’t admit it in front of you.

“Painkillers?” You asked, holding up a package of ibuprofen. You already knew the answer. “Nah, I’m good.” He said, shaking his head. You rolled his eyes and put the medicine away again. “You know, there’s no such thing as a medal for the person that can stand the most pain.” You said as you adjusted your glasses, taking another look at his patched up wound. “There’s not? Damn it.” He said, acting like it was really bothering him. “But I’m pretty sure that there’s a medal for who looks best with glasses.” Before you realized what he was about to do, he snatched your glasses and placed them on his nose. “And I’m also pretty sure that I would win this one.” He said, an arrogant grin appearing on his lips.