Thread: The Asset - Avengers (Moon Struck Fox & Defiant)

I do trust him, yes. Steve promised Bucky with a nod. He's the same one who fixes me up when I get hurt or sick. And unfortunately for me, that's a lot. He's not like most doctors though so it's okay. He doesn't have that attitude you know? Most doctors, they seam to think they're better than other people, Bruce doesn't have that problem, he's really down to earth. A little timid though, we're working on that. he admitted with a smile, watching the other eat for a moment, glad that Bucky was getting something into his system. He wasn't so sure that the heavy soup was going to stay down, but he'd get something out of it at least, right? He could only smile, and relax though he hadn't realized he'd tensed, when Bucky promised to stay. That was all Steve wanted, was a chance to make Bucky better. No, things could never be the way they used to be, both of them had changed entirely too much, but they could be friends again and Bucky could leave a mostly normal life, right? It might not be tomorrow, or a year from now, but someday, he and Bucky, they wouldn't be shattered anymore. They wouldn't be broken. They wouldn't be fixed, but they could at least function as normal people again. They could be happy, well adjusted, maybe even be able to walk down the street without wondering which person would attack them. As Tony always said though, 'it's not paranoia if they're really out to kill you.' He nodded at Bucky and turned his attention to the phone. it's a go. You can make him a new arm. Can you make it look... you know, not so robotic? I don't think Bucky likes it. Steve admitted, watching Bucky. How soon can you have it done?... no, Tony i'm pretty sure he doesn't want LED lights and a rocket launcher.... yes i'm sure... have you slept today? he wondered at the scientist. go take a nap Tony. Seriously, you sound ridiculous, why on earth would Bucky want lock picks, glue and a fan built into his fingers? He's not that Gadget man. Yes. I watched the shows and I regret every moment of it that I did. Steve admitted with a sigh. seriusly, Tony. Go to bed. Steve ordered, lip twitching in an effort to, well either he was trying not to snarl or trying not to laugh, it was hard to tell at the moment. yes, Tony. I'll let you come over sometime when James is feeling better and let you do measurements and strength tests and whatever else you need to make a properly functioning arm, no that is not permission to come over right now. Do I need to cal Bruce and tell him you need to be sedated again? I didn't think so. Go. To. Bed. he ordered, trying to find the end call button before groaning. he gives me headaches. Hey Bruce, thanks for coming in. Steve said, grinning as he wrapped an arm around the other man's shoulders in a quick hug. It was only a second or so, he knew Bruce didn't like being restrained so it was a handshake or a half a second hug and Steve preferred hugs. Tony wanted to put rocket shooters, lasers and a LED Light show into the arm too. He's sleep deprived to the max again, you might want to stop by later and make sure he actually slept. He admitted with a sigh before smiling. He will make the best for Bucky though. He even mentioned that he might be able to make a- he paused and scrunched his face up a little, trying to remember the word. -Sympathetic skin? no... fake skin of some kind only he used a big word that I had to look up later. he admitted before shaking his head when Bruce glanced at him. He wasn't sure what was going on in Bucky's head but he could guess that Bucky didn't want to get too close to Bruce in case Bruce turned out to be like the other doctors that he had likely been exposed to. Yeah. I'm going to be here. Just in case. just in case Bruce stepped out of line, just in case Bucky snapped, Just in case something was really wrong. He nodded when Bruce told them what they would be doing. He would feel better if it was a full physical, but better to get an idea first right? He didn't really know how doctors worked anyway so he didn't have a clue. He swallowed thickly when he realized that Bucky hadn't even... god, did the man even pee? Did he ever get enough to drink that he needed to void waste? Did he even have enough time in-between freezes to take care of such things? Had the man done anything normal at all in the last seventy years? He stared at Bruce, waiting to be told the bad news but Bruce just went back to his check up. He watched Bucky very closely during the blood draw, just in case but nothing happened. Thank god. It was Tomato soup. We used to live off of it, during the depression when we where little because it prevented a lot of problems like scurvy and other nasty diseases that cropped up from living too close together with too little food. They where mostly cheep too so we could buy one when we needed something. Even if that's all we got. He admitted. I thought it might be good for him, nutrients you know? I didn't know he hadn't eaten anything solid in... in years. Steve admitted to Bruce. Like Chicken stock? Steve asked. I have some of that, I can buy more when I go to the grocer. Old habits died hard, Steve never called it a Store, it was always a Grocer when he was going for food. Puree? Steve asked, his head tilted. Okay. Fruits too or just vegetables? He asked before nodding at the following orders. I know how to do I.V's. he promised Bruce. We had to know, for the war, sometimes we couldn't get to a Med tent. So we'd carry all the stuff with us, me and James learned how to do everything while the others all learned Emergency. He admitted. i think they mixed him a cocktail. Sometimes, during the war, when there wasn't enough food, Howard would give me a select combination of... Steve hesitated, cleared his throat and continued. Of Drugs. Things that would amp up my system and keep me going until I could get to a meal. He also made sure the syringes where loaded with vitamins, minerals and proteins so that my system wouldn't collapse. Or something. It was a lot of big words that I didn't understand. he admitted. ...He used to have a degenerative eye disease. Steve admitted. When I pulled him out of that camp, where they'd been torturing him, or experimenting on him, he didn't have it anymore. If that wasn't irony nothing was. The worlds best sniper had been going blind. Other than that, worse he ever had was a cold or the occasional flu. Steve explained. we kept the eye disease a secrete because if the Army found out they would have discharged him. Ironic isn't it? The only reason I wanted to join the Army so bad was because Bucky had been drafted. Then, the only reason he stayed was because I couldn't leave. He shook his head. it was all a mess back then. We'll call as soon as anything at all happens. Hell, we'll give you a call the first time he takes a shit. Steve promised, smiling weakly at his piss poor attempt at a joke. He hated how helpless he felt right then. All he could do was sit and watch while someone else took care of his best friend. That's okay. Thanks again Bruce. He said, gently shaking the others hand before hesitating. Painkillers and some tranquilizers. He decided. painkillers because that arm looks like hell and tranquilizers because I don't want to have to punch him out if he has a flashback or a relapse.