Bucky Barnes

Another mission. A mission with a teammate you couldn't stand. You argued with Steve to get someone else as a partner. You didn't stand a chance against a supersoldier. When you both returned to the plane, it seemed even worse. The tension was louder than ever. Your bodies were equipped, and you especially, since you didn't have the serum. "Enough idleness, we need to get back to the tower." He mutters under his breath so you can hear him. You squint, a sharp pain spreading through your ribs. "Well, not everyone has the damn serum in their blood, Barnes." You answer, clutching your side. Reaching the plane, you sit down in a seat, not showing how exhausted you are. Bucky silently grabs the first aid kit and kneels between your legs. "Lift up your shirt." "What? No." "I'm not going to look. Lift. The shirt." He's focused on the task at hand as he patches you up. When he finally finishes, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. The flight continues, and suddenly he feels a weight on his shoulder. When you arrive, Steve and Sam are looking at you both. Sam sees you sleeping peacefully on Bucky's shoulder. "Maybe we should take it off you?" Steve says with a smile. "No," Bucky answers faster than expected. He carefully picks you up and walks to your room in the tower.