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"Take off your shirt." Sam was taken aback for a moment when he saw it was just Bucky.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Take off your shirt." Bucky repeated as he walked into the tiny room. I know you took a hit, let me check you out."
"Seriously? I'm fine." Bucky just gave him a look.
"I dealt with Steve hiding injuries for years. I know when someone's hurt. Also, the blood is soaking through your shirt, so take it off." He said one final time. Sam just sighed and rolled his eyes as he pulled his shirt off. Bucky then walked over, and placed his hand around Sam's bleeding side. "Well it's still in there so that could be worse." Sam did his best to ignore the feeling of Bucky's metal and flesh finger tips against his side. How they made his sling tingle, and remind him of a few fantasies that he didn't mean to have. They just happened to happen a lot.
"Not exactly a super soldier." Sam tried to joke. He let out a small hiss when Bucky got a little too close to the entrance wound.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Bucky removed his hands and Sam did his best not to let out a breath of relief. He then saw that Bucky had brought in a first aid kit and was pulling out equipment. "You should probably sit down."
Sam did so, and Bucky started to remove the bullet. "Steve didn't exactly have to have you be his nurse post serum."
"No, but he still had his low moments. Still needed to rest." Sam gritted his teeth as Bucky got the bullet out. "There we go." He heard the bullet drop to the ground. "You wouldn't take it anyways."
"Yeah, I know. Some days I just want to be able to make it a little further before stopping."
"Only when you can't save everyone." Bucky started wrapping some gauze and bandages around Sam's side. "Guess that makes you different then everyone else at least. Makes you Cap."
Sam couldn't help but let out a small laugh, which hurt his side and quickly put an end to it. "I don't think even super soldier could help us out of this one."
"Thought you guys put a stop to Hydra, but their stupid dumb saying turned out to be true."
"Could be people who aren't connected with the original. Could just be new people who believe in the ideology. Can't exactly hit that with a shield."
"Yeah, well you can hit the people sprouting some dumb ass things with a shield."
"I don't think that's gonna work either."
"Yeah no. But you do what you've always done.”
“And what’s that?”
“Talk.” Sam was taken aback by that. “Like you did with Karli. You get through to people.”
“My words didn’t exactly work on her.”
“But it did work on other people. You have a voice that people just want to listen to, and a way of making them listen to what you have to say. You just also happen to be right.”
Sam really wasn’t looking at Bucky the whole time he was bandaging him up, but he looked at him when he stopped talking. He was just looking at him with those soft blue eyes. Sam couldn’t help but stare back, doing his best not to look at his lips. He could just so easily lean forward and-
“Joaquin’s got something.” Sharon said as she poked her head into the room. Bucky and Sam broke eye contact and looked at her, as Sam grabbed his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. “You’re gonna want to see this.” She then quickly walked away.
Sam and Bucky share one more quick look before following right behind her.