Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.
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A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!
She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.
She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.
“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.
He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”
“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”
Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.
“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.
“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”
“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”
“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”
“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”
“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.
She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”
“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.
“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”
He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.
“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.
Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.
“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.
“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.
He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.
“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”
The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.
“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.
“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”
“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.
“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”
“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.
“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”
“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower to continue their days separately.
As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.
She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”
“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“
“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.
“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.
“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.
“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.
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-Doesn’t catch it -Takes care of everyone else -”Did you need anything? Soup? Pillows? Blankets? Juice?”
Tony Stark/Iron Man: -Tries to stay away from everyone but he still always manages to catch it -Complains constantly while he works -”Don’t even think about coming in here if you don’t have a mask on your face and Purell on your hands!”
Thor Odinson: -Makes fun of how weak they all are when they’re sick -(Thanks to Loki) He gains the usual symptoms of a flu and whines 24/7 -”You humans are so weak! A little bit of sneezing should not hold you from battle!”
Clint Barton/Hawkeye: -Does not complain to any of the Avengers and tells them they’re all wimps -Acts like a baby when he gets up -”I feel fine. You’re all just babies.”…”Honey, can I have another blanket please?”
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow: -Keeps up with her normal schedule -Does not let the cold take her down -”What? You think the bad guys will just wait for us to feel better before they attack?”
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: -Cannot control her powers like at all -Shuts herself out to pretty much everyone, scared to hurt them -”Don’t come in! It’s dangerous. I can’t control myself…”
Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier: -Helps Steve make everyone feel better -Makes sure everyone eats soup, drinks juice, and sleeps -”Sam! Do not get off that couch unless you have socks on your damn feet! Natasha, eat your soup or I swear…”
Sam Wilson/Falcon: -Totally in denial about having a cold -Stays at his mom’s because, honestly, nothing makes him feel better but her -”Nah, Man, I’ll be okay. I don’t get sick. These are just my allergies. But I’ll be at my mother’s if you need me…”
Scott Lang/Ant-Man: -You’d honestly swear he was dying -Takes meds every four hours on the hour -”My throat has never burned so badly… I cannot breathe our of my nose! I’m going to suffocate!”
T’Challa/Black Panther: -Tries to get everyone to try these weird recipes from Wakanda -He low key knows the only thing making him feel alright is the Buckley’s, but he just wants everyone to drink the gross smoothies -”This is a recipe from my ancestors. It releases all bacteria in relation to our virus. It can clear up a cold within hours.” “This literally just tastes like grass.” -chuckling with no further explanation-
Vision: -Stays by Wanda’s side until she feels better -Suggests remedies for everyone to try even though nobody asked -”I heard jazz music can boost the immune system.” “Vis, thank you, but I doubt it will help.”
Bruce Banner/Hulk: -Gets better the quickest -Moody as hell so he just stays away from everyone until he’s okay -”Hey, Bruce-” “I suggest you get out before someone else makes you.”
Peter Parker/Spider-Man: -Determined to make everyone shape up so they can keep Avenging -Goes fighting with Steve while he waits for the rest of the squad to get better -”Come on, guys! Evil never rests when it gets a cold! It’s not like the bad guys will just wait until we get better before they attack!” “Peter, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but shut it.”
Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: -The sassiest piece of shit you’ve ever seen -Sleeps when he’s not being mouthy or drinking Gatorade -”Hey, Pietro, did you want some more soup?” “Did I say I wanted more soup?” “Even if you did, you aren’t getting any now.”
— Claro que puedo saltar de un árbol a otro
— Quizá no era lo mejor hacer ese tipo de apuestas con niños pequeños, pero su papá lo había dejado a cargo de su pequeño equipo de fútbol mientras él hablaba con los padres. Ya no sabía qué hacer para mantenerlos en un mismo lugar, fue así que terminó subiendo en uno de los árboles, listo para saltar de una rama a otra.
Thanks to @lenny9987 for the beta ☺❤ Also, thanks to @gotham-ruaidh @takemeawaytocamelot @owlish-peacock36 @bonnie-wee-swordsman and many others for the advice and encouragement I needed. This community is truly spectacular.
The world was raining down as Claire sprinted through the streets of Paris. Explosions behind and to the left. The smell of blood and burning. Bodies littered the streets. She had to get to the rendezvous. Ignoring the stitch in her side and taste of iron in her mouth, Claire rallied for more speed, rounding a corner to…
The world was dark. Sounds were muffled, like a gun being fired under water. Claire screamed, but dirt and debris filled her mouth as she did so, determined to suffocate her.
So this is what drowning is like…
She struggled, barely containing her panic as she tried to make it to the surface. Then, someone grabbed her by the leg, holding on as if to drag her further under…
Claire lurched awake, barely keeping herself from falling out of the chair and onto the floor. Blood pounded thickly in her ears with each frantic beat of her heart and gasp of breath. Her eyes darted wildly around the dark room, her brain trying to understand the shadows and shapes cast by the dying embers of the fire in the hearth that replaced the death and destruction of her nightmares.
Then, Claire found the one tether between dreaming and waking; a firm, steadying hand holding her just below the knee. Her eyes slid up to meet Jamie’s, just small pin pricks of light looking at her in the darkness that surrounded them. She exhaled a shuddering breath, seeing Jamie’s body relax as she did so.
God, I must have scared the hell out of him, Claire thought, feeling his pulsing energy in his grip and through the connection of their locked gazes. Claire couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to.
Alright, Sassenach? his eyes asked, searching her face.
Claire swallowed, then nodded. Yes.
Jamie’s eyes moved back and forth between hers, assessing. After a moment, he nodded back, giving her leg a light squeeze of reassurance and, she somehow knew, understanding. He let go, grimacing as he tried to shift himself fully onto the camp bed again.
Claire jumped up, helping him hold his arm steady to reduce the stretching of his wounded back.
“You’re lucky you didn’t fall off,” she said lightly, relieved to see the bandages had stayed in place.
Claire felt Jamie’s eyes on her again but avoided looking at him as she checked for bleeding. It had been Jamie in her nightmare, not trying to drown her, but trying to pull her out; to save her. Claire felt her skin tingle, feeling both on edge and exhilarated, somehow knowing where his gaze caressed her face without seeing it. She pulled the tartan blanket gently over him again and kneeled beside him.
“I’ll need to clean and re-dress your back soon,” she whispered. “I don’t want the dressings to stick. You should sleep more.”
“Ye should too,” Jamie replied just as softly, disarming blue eyes steady on hers.
Claire felt exposed and vulnerable, as if he could hear her thoughts and see her soul. What frightened her most was that it was as if her soul wanted him to find her…but no. That couldn’t happen. After all, she meant to leave soon.
Claire cleared her throat, tearing her eyes away from Jamie’s.
Jesus H. Christ, get a grip Beauchamp.
“In a bit,” she replied, then stood abruptly, retreating back into the shell she’d been in for the last five years. The existence that meant survival. Safety. Freedom. No one to worry over her or be worried for. A simple, quiet life.
Jamie seemed to sense her shift in mood and merely nodded again, giving her space as her thoughts jumped from one feeling and conclusion to another. One thing Claire knew with absolute certainty; James Fraser saw her like no one else did and, perhaps, she saw him too. She didn’t know how, but there it was, in every look and every touch they exchanged. Whatever “it” was unnerved her completely.
No. This can’t happen.
Claire curled up in the chair again, eyes unfocused on the embers in the hearth, studiously avoiding the young Highlander pretending to sleep in the bed a foot away from her. He wouldn’t sleep again unless she did; they were connected somehow, whether they wanted it or no. Claire tilted her head back and closed her eyes, shutting out the world. She needed to leave as soon as possible.