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Tony hadn't know what he was volunteering for when he agreed to cutting down the trees into firewood. His hands had blisters from where the handle of the axe had rubbed against his skin. He'd somehow managed to scrape his knee on bark when he hadn't been paying enough attention.
Needless to say, he was sore and feeling sorry for himself. Gibbs just shook his head at Tony's carelessness and went to grab the unguent he kept around for the rare occasions he got injured and needed more than a simple band-aid.
Tony tried to milk his injury for all he could, but Gibbs just gave him the stink eye whenever he went too far. There was pampering and then there was laziness. Gibbs was willing to do the first, but the second was not to be allowed. Not even for someone special like Tony.
