16. Aren’t you a bit… not… qualified?- Steve
“Y/N, hey doll face you in?” A familiar voice rang out from behind your closed door as they continued to pound their fist on the wood. “Im coming, I’m coming, jeez.” You huffed pulling your night-gown tightly around you before opening the door. In front of you stood a very concerned looking Bucky Barnes. “James, what’s wrong, why are you at my door at… 1 o'clock in the morning?” You asked, rubbing your eyes and leaning inside to catch a look of your clock on your mantlepiece. “It’s Steve, he got into another scuffle with some fat-head down the theatre.” Bucky sighed running a hand through his dark hair. “And what exactly do you expect me to do James?” You said, now frowning at your friend’s stubbornness to never give up on a fight. “Look doll, your the closest and all the medical centres shut an hour ago, please Y/N he really needs your help.” Bucky pleaded, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with his inability to help his friend. “Lead the way.” You sighed, gesturing for Bucky to take you to the boy’s shared apartment before locking the door behind you.
“Steve, how you hanging in buddy?” Bucky said kneeling down next to his friend, which from the looks of it had taken a pretty nasty beating. “Just spiffy Buck.” The small blond said, trying to sound strong. “Look Y/N’s here and she’s going to patch you up best she can alright?” Bucky reassured his friend. “Hey Stevie.” You said, blushing slightly as his gaze immediately flicked to your face. “James could you grab me any medical supplies you’ve got?” You asked the brunette taking his place on the floor in front of Steve. “So what was it this time Stevie?” You asked the small man lying in front of you, gently tracing the cuts on his face with your fingertips. “Just some guy bad mouthing someone real important me is all.” He replied, going slightly pink in the cheeks. As Bucky returned with all the supplies he could round up from the small apartment you got to work cleaning any cuts and bandaging others.
“Well Stevie, looks like you’ll survive, this time.” You said, gently cupping his cheek in your hand, “Please be more careful, okay Steve?” You whispered wrapping an arm around his middle, but as you did so Steve let out a small yelp, alerting you to further injuries on his body. “Right I’m gonna need you to remove your shirt okay?” You asked your best friend. As soon as he did you saw a large gash covering most of his ribs. “That’s going to need stitches.” You mumbled to yourself, causing Steve’s eyes to go wise. “Aren’t you a bit… not… qualified?” Steve murmured, clearly concerned. “Well aren’t you a little wise guy.” You chuckled, setting to work on stitching him up, and probably not for the last time.