A: You're a DICK. B: Prompt - Sambucky + injury (doesn't matter who. or both. idk. Hurt my boys and then make them better.)
Bucky pressed on the wound and Sam yelped.
“Fuck! You’re a DICK.”
“You just told me to do that,” Bucky breathed, his voice fading. He blinked once, twice to clear his vision.
Sam’s eyes pressed shut and he lulled back, chest heaving with shallow breaths grinding down pain. Gunfire blazed over their heads, artillery blasting in the distance. “Barnes.”
Not looking up from the balled up cloth he held against Sam’s bullet wound, Bucky hissed: “What?”
Nothing, just the sound of Sam breathing.
“I’m gonna pass out.”
“Please–don’t do that–”
“I think my ribs are broken.”
“Bye.” And Sam passed out.
“For fuck’s sake.” Bucky risked moving one of his hands, slammed on the com, “where the fuck is my medevac?”
“Jesus.” Sam was gonna bleed out and Bucky did not have time to hide his body. “Shit.”