mardar!wilson

anonymous asked:

imagine bucky's a nurse and he's very concerned about the 6 foot blonde guy that comes in at least once a week with a broken nose or a bruised rib

Bucky. He’s back.”

Bucky looks up from the chart he’s been skimming as Sam drops into a chair next to him, rolling across the floor and reclining to get a better view of the lobby. As Urgent Care rotations go, this one has been almost weirdly quiet, with him and Sam taking turns refilling the coffee pot and catching up on paperwork, waiting for the telltale hiss of the hydraulic doors sliding open and closed. So far it’s just been a couple of kids with fevers - something’s going around - who went right up to Pediatrics, and an old lady whose ulcer was acting up.

The clock on the wall clicks over to 2AM. Bucky takes a sip of his coffee - which has gone cold - and asks, as nonchalantly as possible,  “Who’s back?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Sam says, and pushes with one foot off a file cabinet, his chair sliding neatly across the nurse’s station back over to Bucky’s desk. “It’s your Tall, Blonde, and Impossibly Clumsy.”

“He’s not clumsy, he helps people,” Bucky hisses, stuffing papers back into place and dropping the chart back into its folder - details on an older man’s gastric distress, no thank you - then tugs the front of his scrubs straight, and runs a hand through his hair while Sam does a poor job of pretending not to laugh.

“Whatever, go save Captain America then,” Sam chuckles.

“Shut up,” Bucky says, and pushes past him through the doors to intake and reception.

*

Ten minutes later, Bucky is removing a blood pressure cuff from the biggest bicep he’s ever seen. The exam room is typically sterile and cold, but it feels a little warmer with Please, Call Me Steve in it. His shoulders take up the whole goddamned wall. Someday, Bucky would really like to give him a physical. A thorough one, on the off chance that Steve will ever stop coming in with broken bones.

“So what was it this time?” Bucky asks conversationally. Steve’s collarbone is busted, no doubt about that, and he sits patiently on the exam table and watches Bucky with curious eyes while he types his notes into the module computer on the counter. “Rescue a small child from a burning building? Fight off an invading force of aliens and save New York from sure destruction?”

What?” 

Bucky flushes. “Sorry - my coworker - nevermind. Anyway, you’ve done a little more damage this time than a broken nose,” he says, and waves a pen at the faint smudges of the bruises which are still fading on Steve’s cheekbones. Pretty cheekbones. They are nice cheekbones, Bucky muses, before catching himself and forcing his attention back to the computer.

“I was helping my friend get her cat out of a tree,” Steve says, and ducks his head with a sheepish grin. “The uh, the branch I was standing on couldn’t hold me.”

Bucky glances again at the stats on Steve’s chart (height, weight, and an impressive list of minor and not-so-minor injuries incurred over the last six months) then back at the vaguely embarrassed looking man on his exam table. Steve shifts, and the sanitary sheet crinkles loudly.

“Trust me buddy, I believe you,” Bucky deadpans, and is delighted when Steve begins to laugh.

We are proud to announce that Spideypool Week is a go! A one week special event dedicated to our favorite boys, celebrating their wonderful friendship, team up, and possibly … hmm… romance?

As for the ongoings of the event, we have the GUIDELINES and the PROMPTS for you to check out. These will help us keep the event flowing smoothly.

Everyone who wants to participate is invited. There are no limits to what you guys can create, go wild! ( but not too wild haha, that’s what the guidelines are for! ) You can submit from Fanart to Fanvids to even Cosplay. Just have fun and we hope you enjoy with us as one big Spideypool family!

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My desk is not this organised. 

I get a lot of questions about what I draw and paint with, so Kate (my wonderful wife) thought this would be a great time to make our first video.

Cute!

There are a few materials missing, like my print making paper and the many empty bottles of gin that litter my studio, but this is pretty much the lot!

On a side note, I might eat too much Turkish Delight…maybe.

Big thanks to thedanperry for all of his help and expertise and most importantly his patience while helping us shoot this!

Hope everyone’s week is off to a great start!

-Alex

The Signs as Panic! At The Disco Songs
  • Aries:This is Gospel
  • Taurus:Hallelujah
  • Gemini:Camisado
  • Cancer:Northern Downpour
  • Leo:Nine in the Afternoon
  • Virgo:I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
  • Libra:I Write Sins Not Tragedies
  • Scorpio:Girl That You Love
  • Sagittarius:Girls/Girls/Boys
  • Capricorn:Far Too Young To Die
  • Aquarius:Miss Jackson
  • Pisces:Hurricane