[ it's rather difficult for yelena to imagine bucky in a state anywhere near the one she's in right now. probably doesn't help that the last time she was here, all she saw was the bullet hole in the sleeve of his jacket and nothing else. but other than that there was no clear indication that he got his ass handed to him. she figures he means sam wilson. natasha, even. any one of his friends — there aren't many, she knows that much — that are less sturdy than he is.
this pointless train of thought keeps her occupied for a bit, at least until he's disinfecting her open wound. yelena flinches and lets out the heaviest of exhales, though it's unclear to her if it's due to the sting of the antiseptic or the feeling of his fingers on her skin. they're calloused, but warm and they definitely don't match the tone of his voice, or the look on his face when she first walked in tonight.
which she appreciates, but she's not as fragile as one might think. ]
I don't want to talk about it.
[ her ego is, though. she goes a solid minute without saying another word before feeling awful about being snippy with him when he's doing her a favour and patching her up in the middle of the night. not to mention, her blood being all over his couch by the time he's done with her. ]
I was supposed to extract two stray Widows.
[ yelena hears rustling between them, and when she looks down she sees him going through the contents of his first aid kid — probably preparing to stitch her cut up, so she relaxes some. she tries to keep her breathing even, but it's a little harder when her heart decides to act up once the heat of his bare hand pressed against her skin settles in. ]
I'd been monitoring them all week, like a hawk. I know their routines — or at least I thought I did, and it was supposed to be easy. I was supposed to be in and out and nobody was supposed to get hurt. But that's always easier said than done, isn't it?
[ once he starts on her sutures, yelena's first instinct is to turn the other way where he can't see her face. her pain is audible, in the form of a grunt and without thinking about it; she reaches out to clutch onto the front of bucky's shirt, balling her fist into the fabric as she squeezes her eyes shut. ]
I won't bore you with the details, but there were two others. Anya and Sasha arrived just in time and if you think I'm in bad shape, you should see the other guys. [ she SAID IT, she really did. she's very amused with herself, even now. lets out a triumphant, ha! before wincing. ] Thankfully, the two Widows we were after are fine. A little scratched up but okay. I told them I wanted to get a celebratory drink before regrouping tomorrow and tracking down the rest.
[ and because she needs to get it out now: ] Thanks for responding to my very vague text earlier.
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this pointless train of thought keeps her occupied for a bit, at least until he's disinfecting her open wound. yelena flinches and lets out the heaviest of exhales, though it's unclear to her if it's due to the sting of the antiseptic or the feeling of his fingers on her skin. they're calloused, but warm and they definitely don't match the tone of his voice, or the look on his face when she first walked in tonight.
which she appreciates, but she's not as fragile as one might think. ]
I don't want to talk about it.
[ her ego is, though. she goes a solid minute without saying another word before feeling awful about being snippy with him when he's doing her a favour and patching her up in the middle of the night. not to mention, her blood being all over his couch by the time he's done with her. ]
I was supposed to extract two stray Widows.
[ yelena hears rustling between them, and when she looks down she sees him going through the contents of his first aid kid — probably preparing to stitch her cut up, so she relaxes some. she tries to keep her breathing even, but it's a little harder when her heart decides to act up once the heat of his bare hand pressed against her skin settles in. ]
I'd been monitoring them all week, like a hawk. I know their routines — or at least I thought I did, and it was supposed to be easy. I was supposed to be in and out and nobody was supposed to get hurt. But that's always easier said than done, isn't it?
[ once he starts on her sutures, yelena's first instinct is to turn the other way where he can't see her face. her pain is audible, in the form of a grunt and without thinking about it; she reaches out to clutch onto the front of bucky's shirt, balling her fist into the fabric as she squeezes her eyes shut. ]
I won't bore you with the details, but there were two others. Anya and Sasha arrived just in time and if you think I'm in bad shape, you should see the other guys. [ she SAID IT, she really did. she's very amused with herself, even now. lets out a triumphant, ha! before wincing. ] Thankfully, the two Widows we were after are fine. A little scratched up but okay. I told them I wanted to get a celebratory drink before regrouping tomorrow and tracking down the rest.
[ and because she needs to get it out now: ] Thanks for responding to my very vague text earlier.