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Steve Rogers
SMACK.
Steve was hit right in the jaw. again.
'For what' he tried recalling just as he was kicked in the stomach.
"Hey" a voice said rather sharply
'"Oh hello Darlin' I'll get to you in just a moment." Another voice said as a man hit Steve harder.
" That won't be necessary as I came to warn you. LEAVE. HIM. ALONE!" The hitting stopped and it gave Steve just a few moments to recover and he looked and saw a small blur of a woman.
"Oh what's a sweet little thing like you gonn-" The sentence was interrupted with a sound of a slap. The man recoiled back holding his check and bruised ego
"I'm not sweet and I'm certainly not little." the girl finished as she walked past the man with a bruised cheek and ego and walked to Steve.
She kneeled in front of him and grabbed his cheeks as she made him face him and looked into his eyes.
He tried to focus in on the blur of a girl. "Hello, HI. Just focus on me. What's your name.?" she asked
"UM... it's uh eh um St-steve, Steve Rogers."
Another voice soon filed Steve's head."Oh god. Is he alright?"
"Yeah, he may have a small concussion so he should just lay down for a few hours, but other than that stick ice on all the bruises and you're set." the first voice answered fast "Oh sorry where are my manners. Clara Oswald, most people call me Connie, and you are?" She said
"James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky for short"
"Bucky!" Steve exclaimed without a second thought.
"Yeah probably a concussion."
"HEY! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU. BOTH OF YOU" An angry voice said from behind.
"Oh my stars. Here we go again." Clara said a bit exasperated still tending to Steve's wounds.
"Hey wise crack get lost" said Bucky
"What's it to you"
"I'm telling you get lost"
"Make me-" however that sentence was going to end didn't really matter, because it was soon interrupted with a punch in the stomach and then a kick in the behind as the man was kicked out of the alley, literally.
"Thank you for that. Now as I have mentioned it's best if your friend just rests for a while and just put some ice on the bruises and he'll be as right as rain." She said as his chin had started to bleed.
"Oh my."
"what what is it"
"I think he's going to need stitches."