Dragging your tired bones through the doorway, you dropped your bag at the door before you beelined your way to medical. The gash in your side stopped bleeding a while ago thanks to Steve’s expertise from war and wrapping an injury, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to get it actually cleaned out. You weren’t even sure if the blade that cut you had rust on it or not… you weren’t looking forward to the tetanus shot for it as a precautionary.
The doctor wasn’t in right away, so you prepped yourself as you stripped out of your uniform, grimmacing at the twisting movement your muscles took, choosing to stay in a bra at least to keep somewhat decent. Your boyfriend wouldn’t be too fond of another man seeing your bouncing bubbles. Speaking of boyfriends, you could hear thundering footsteps coming your way, and you breathed out the count. “Three…. two…. aaaand..”
Sure enough, the door swooshed open to Bucky Barnes, hair a mess from sleep (it was early in the morning after all… shame shame), looking all out of breath as it only took him three long steps to be right in front of you. “Hello to you too.” You chuckled at first, but then hissed as his hands cupped your face, thumb brushing up against a small scratch on your cheek.
“Steve said you took a hit for him, I came down here- Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He cussed out as he noticed your side, freshly bleeding through the wrappings from you moving around.
“Just another scar to add to the many.” You reassured him, reaching up and making him look at your face. “Really, I’m okay Buck.” You reassured him, kissing him gently.
Having your lips reassure him you were okay, he let out a breath against your lips as his hand moved to the good side of your waist, the metal moving to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss slowly, tilting his head to fully capture your mouth. You loved this, the way he poured himself into every kiss he gave you, leaving you breathless and at times making you want to cry. He pulled away before he could really do either to you this time around, forehead pressed against yours. “I’m just glad you’re safe,” he muttered, blue eyes opening to look into yours. “I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you. ”
“Probably forget where you left your journal… or miss my witty comebacks at Sam.” You teased at first, before brushing your nose against his as he chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere… and neither are you. I need a hand to grip onto for the whole shot thing.”
“Don’t worry doll, I’m not leaving.” Bucky promised you with a smile, before kissing you again.