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The helicopters whirring made you grimace as you board. The familiar motions of finding your seat and getting strapped in slightly calms your nerves but the wounds you had gotten on the mission are more present. You can feel your hands shake while you cover the scrapes on your knees, a bad tumble causing you to get a good gash on them.
You look up, noticing a tall figure sit next to you and smiling as you recognize Konig. “Are you alright?” He asks, his brows furrowed. You let out a sigh as you rest your head against the seat, “I’m fine, nothing but a couple scrapes and bruises.”
His eyes stayed furrowed despite your words, “You will need to get those patched up at base.” his hand hovered over your injuries, and you let out a huff. You take a moment to access him for injuries as well, and you notice a cut on his side.
“Chirst Konig, are you alright-?” He backs up slightly, giving you a confused glance before seemingly remembering. “Oh, ya. Someone got a bit too close, it's nothing serious.” he says as he puts a hand over it. You softly swat his hand away, “Don’t put your dirty gloves on your wound silly.”
You smile softly at his embarrassed glance away from you, before you both settle into a comfortable silence. You feel yourself start to doze off, but you're awoken by a soft bump on your head and cloth covering part of your face. You look over and see Konig hunched over, his head sleepily falling onto you. His leg is pressing against yours, his hands tucked into his arms in a cross. Pushing his hood out of your face, you lean into him more and fall into a soft sleep.
You wake up as the heli is landing, and as you rub your eyes you notice Konig is no longer leaning on you. You lift your head up to see that now he is sitting straight again, and propping your head up with his shoulder.
You sit up quickly, laughing softly as you try to hide your blush. “Ah, thanks. Guess I needed some beauty sleep huh?” You try to joke. The austrian's eyes soften as he looks down at you, “It is no problem, now that we are back at base you should go to medical.”
You grimace, looking down at yourself. In all honesty the wounds weren’t even that bad, certainly nothing worth going into the stuffy medical hall. “I think I'll be good, but I can walk you down there if you want?” You offer, gesturing towards the cut on his side.
He bristles, hunching in on himself slightly. “Ah, I’d rather patch myself up…” He replies. You frown, looking at the wound again. It's on the middle of his torso, to patch it up he would have to bend at an awkward angle. You sigh worriedly.
“I don’t want you to patch it up by yourself, if you’re not going to medical can I at least patch you up?” You try to give him a reassuring smile. He stares back at you for a moment, his eyes darting around your face. He seems to trust you, as he gives you a shaky nod.
You’re cut off by the pilot announcing that you had all officially landed, and you join your comrades in leaving the carrier. You stand at attention while your commanding officer gives out instructions, sighing happily when she says that you're free to lounge around for now.
You looked towards Konig, who was already staring at you. He glances away as you smile. “Cmon, I'll get you patched up.” you say as you begin the walk to your room. He begins to follow after you, lagging a step behind you.
When you get to your room you open the door, gesturing for him to sit on the bed as you get your med kit bag from your bathroom. As you come back out you see him anxiously fidgeting with his hands. You move to stand in front of him, setting down the kit on the bed.
“Gonna need to take your vest off, can you get it off yourself?” You ask. He begins to undo the straps on his vest, but stops after he hisses in pain. You frown slightly, and start taking the vest off for him. You ignore how your heart starts to speed up at how close you are.
You move him to sit facing the wall as you begin to look over the wound. It's a clean cut, but the sides are an inflamed red. Blood had long since clotted and was hugging his skin. “This is gonna sting..” you say as you begin to clean the gash.
He makes a pained sound and you cringe in sympathy. You try to lighten the mood, “Reminds you of old times right? Back when we would patch eachother up after training.” He gives a huff of laughter before another hiss of pain.
“Ya, you always managed to scrape your knees.” He replied. You chuckled softly, “Says the guy who almost broke his nose everyday.” He hums and absent mindedly fixes his mask. You scrunch your nose as you see the blood staining it.
“You might wanna take that off, things covered in blood.” You look back down to the wound as you start to cover it in ointment. You feel as he takes a sharp breath in, but relents and takes his mask off.
You’ve seen his face a number of times before, but it never stops you from taking in how pretty he was. His strong nose complimented his soft eyes, and his slight stubble gave him a more unkempt look. You feel your face begin to heat up as you realize your staring. You begin to wrap the wound, careful of the pressure.
Once you finish you give him a soft tap on his side, and he smiles down at you appreciatively. As you go to move out of his way however, he grabs a hold of your wrist. “What about you?’ He asks.
You look at him confused for a second before he gestured towards your knees, and you're reminded of your own damage. You sigh softly, “I can handle it, just need some bandaids or something.”
He shakes his head, “You’ve patched me up, it's your turn now.” He stands up, forcing you to look up to see him. You shake your head amused, “Alright alright” you relent. You move to sit on top of your desk, Konig following you to stand at your knees as he starts to clean the gashes.
As he begins putting ointment on your cuts you think back to the mission. It had been a stupid mistake, a misplaced foot that led you to tumble down a rocky hill. It had set back the mission, and the others had been annoyed with you. Your chest starts to feel heavy as you start to tap your finger on the bed. The more you think about the incident the more your throat starts to burn, your eyes starting to gloss over with unshed tears.
You try to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths but it does little.Your head starts to swim with negative thoughts, drowning out the noise around the room. Your hands are shaking, and you're resisting the urge to start hopping your leg. Konig seems to notice, as he looks up at you. His eyes widen as he sees you, and you let out a quiet sob.
“Ah..! I'm sorry did I hurt you?” He asks worriedly, stepping back slightly. You shake your head, trying to reign in your tears but they keep falling. You try to say something but it gets caught in your throat, the only sound being another sob as you wipe tears from your eyes.
He stands there stiffly, fidgeting. As another sob racks through your body as you grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer and leaning your head on his chest. He startles slightly, tensing, but hesitantly puts his arms around you. He starts to rub comforting circles into your back, and you feel yourself slowly starting to relax as he begins humming a soft melody to you.
He slowly pulls away from you once your crying had calmed down. He frowned slightly, and patted your back. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly. You shake your head softly and he smiles a bit. “That's alright, you mind if I keep patching you up?” When you give an affirmative he gives you one last squeeze before backing up again and resuming his work.
You notice that he’s gentler now, and he's rubbing soothing circles into your leg when putting something on that stings. It makes your cheeks warm up slightly, and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Something that has become a more familiar feeling as you hung out with the large man more.
When he's finished he stays in front of you, his hands messing with the edge of your shorts. You smile, laughing softly. The words are out of your mouth before you even realize, “You’re really cute you know that?” You freeze, taking in a sharp breath.
His eyes snap to yours as a soft blush spreads over his face, “What..?” You open your mouth before closing it, at a loss from your own words. You can feel your face heat up, you feel the need to fill the void of emptiness that now covers the room.
“You’re pretty too,” that is not what you meant to say, “I mean, like, you’re really pretty without your mask.” You cringe, hunching in on yourself as you pointedly look anywhere but him. “I mean you look pretty in it too but-” you cut yourself off as you feel him lean in closer.
You risk a glance towards him and the air escapes your lungs. He’s leaned close to you, his face a few inches away from your own. A rosy blush covers his face, and he’s looking so deep into your eyes it feels like he sees through you. You hesitantly raise your hand, placing it on his cheek.
He nuzzles into the soft touch, his eyes leaving yours for a moment as he lays a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. “You are gut aussehend, und sehr süß.” He returns his eyes to you and smiles. You lean your head down, resting your forehead against his. He tilts his head up, and you gasp slightly when your lips connect with his. You let out a quiet giggle as you pull apart.
Maybe you should get injured on missions more often.