imagine Bucky goes to have a blood test one time and the nurse can’t find a vein
and they’re like ‘are you sure it’s this arm you usually have blood taken from?? maybe i should try the other one’
and he just looks at them like
#cause he’s wearing a jacket or w/e so they don’t see his arm - so he’s like ‘sure if you can find it in a ravine in Europe somewhere’ (x)
‘sure if you can find it in a ravine in Europe somewhere’
"I don’t like this," Bucky scowled.
Steve rolled his eyes. “I understand, but if you want Fury to let you onto the Helicarrier then you need to get a Shield-worthy medical screening done, to make sure that you aren’t carrying anything that could harm anyone on board.”
Bucky growled some more, shaking his shoulders out, before looking at Steve’s pouting face.
"Fine. But I’m wearing the jacket."
Steve just breathed out a sigh, a smile breaking across his face.
"You’re lucky I like you, punk."
Steve ignored the grumpy assassin and just kept smiling.
The tests were going pretty well. Bucky’s temperature was a little low, but Steve’s had been as well and it was just assumed that was an aftereffect of being frozen. The way they had the machines set up, his blood pressure had been taken with his right arm, and that had registered as close enough to normal to be okay as well.
The nurse asked if he’d had any sicknesses as a child, leading Steve (who had refused to walk away) to ramble off Bucky’s entire medical history, apart from the obvious. The nurse just nodded, taking notes as needed.
Once Steve’s monologue had finished, the nurse looked up and said, “Well, now, only one thing left. I need some blood so I can run some more tests, just to make sure you’re not a carrier for anything.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes. “That sounds unpleasant,” he said towards Steve.
Steve just nudged him in the arm. “It’ll be okay, Buck. All they’re gonna do is stick you once, get a vial or two, and then we can go get ice cream.”
Bucky rolled his eyes for the umteenth time that day. It was the same thing that happened whenever Steve had needed blood drawn, complete with the frozen confections. “Alright. But I don’t like it.”
The nurse just tutted and walked over to Bucky’s left side.
The nurse jerked back from the force of the two super-powered humans nearly shouting at her at once.
"Right arm, if you would, madam," Steve said, with a little force behind his grimace.
"A-alright," the nurse said, eyes going between the obviously fake smile on the Captain’s face and the equally obvious glare on the Assassin’s.
Steve shifted out of the way enough for her to roll up Bucky’s sleeve, tie a rubber strap around his arm, and start jabbing needles into his elbow. Steve took Bucky’s left hand, rubbing it soothingly even as Bucky looked worriedly at him, making sure that his reflective clenching wouldn’t break Steve.
After a few more jabs, the nurse looked worridly at the two, pausing to work up the courage to voice her concerns. “Are you sure it’s this arm you usually have blood taken from? Maybe I should try the other one.”
Steve just stared in shock. This was Shield-certified nurse, who was deeper in than most of the agents. There was no way she hadn’t heard of the Winter Soldier.
Bucky just snorted, before speaking his first clear sentence to her. “Sure, if you can find it in a ravine in Europe somewhere.”
Steve winced as the pieces suddenly clicked for the nurse, who gave a little flinch before fainting.
"Bucky," his childhood friend’s voice said, in that tone that meant ‘Why would you do something so stupid, I’m not sure if you deserve ice cream after all, we’ll talk about this when we get home.’
"Sorry," Bucky said, shrugging with a carefree expression. "Not my fault she didn’t read her records."