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It was your evening off and you decided to treat yourself to get your favourite comfort food and watch a movie before taking a long relaxing bath. Instead you find yourself in the ER, not quite sure how you got here. You remember crossing the street and then waking up here.
Everything hurts, but nothing seems to be broken. The lights are too bright. The sounds are too loud. You keep your eyes closed and try to will the world to stand still. Then you hear him. You can’t make out the words but you can hear him argue with a nurse or doctor. You don’t want to open your eyes to confirm.
„Hi Doll“, Bucky’s voice is soft but you didn’t expect him to be so close. Stupid assassin training making him as quiet as a mouse. He chuckles as you flinch.
„I’ve cleared everything with the hospital, I’m taking you home. Is that alright with you?“
Home, where the lights aren’t so bright and no people that are so loud. You’re grateful for having such a caring partner. If you were feeling better you’d make a joke about what a terrible nurse he’d be. Or how he needs some scrubs to look the part. But you just nod.
You’d fallen asleep in the car ride home and Bucky gently wakes you up. For a moment you had forgotten why everything hurt. As you try to get out of the car you realise that putting pressure on your foot hurts. You hiss as you sink back into your seat. This is not the relaxing evening you were planning on.
Bucky doesn’t hesitate and picks you up and carries you to your apartment bridal style. After setting you down on the sofa he explains to you how lucky you are to only have a sprained ankle after getting hit by the car. If he didn’t know better he’d guess you were a super soldier yourself. You just got lucky that the car wasn’t going very fast when they ignored the red light.
He brings you tea and sits on the floor to look at your hurt ankle. He gently takes your foot in his hand and frowns at the swelling. He tells you to not worry and starts to bandage it up, something about added stability but your eyes are falling shut again. You just hum in agreement, barely noticing the ice pack he puts on your ankle before he sits down next to you. He takes a blanket and throws it over the two of you. You lean into him and he kisses you on the head and tells you to sleep. He will wake you up shortly to check for a concussion. You smile before you fall asleep.
This isn’t the quiet evening you were hoping for but being cared for by the person you love is still a nice way to spend the evening.
🩹❤️🩹
As the aches slowly disappear from your body your ankle stays stubborn and doesn’t get better. Bucky doesn’t mind, he loves caring for you. And with you on bed rest he had all the more reason to spoil you, cook for you, read to you, everything that came too short in his opinion when you’re healthy, because you insist one doing many things on your own. Finally he could spoil you like he always wanted to. Of course he wasn’t happy that you had to get hurt for this opportunity to arise.
What did worry him is after two weeks, there were still no signs of your ankle getting better. Right now you were sitting on the sofa watching a movie and cooling your ankle. As soon as he finishes cooking your favourite dish, does he make his way over to you and hands you a plate. That’s when he notices it.
„Doll, wasn’t it your other ankle that was hurt?“
There’s a frown on Bucky’s face while you have a guilty smile.
„I was just loving how you cared for me and wanted to keep it going for a bit longer. I’m sorry for not being honest. Don’t worry, you don’t have to-“ he stops you before you can finish that sentence.
„Of course I will. I want to. I love you“ he peppers you with kisses and you know he will always take care of you.