(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

¹⁸ 𝙎𝙖𝙢 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣

"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Y/N winced as Nat helped her out of the car they had stolen. Stolen, not borrowed. "What is this place?" she asked looking around and Steve walked up the stairs if the house in front of them.

Steve didn't answer and knocked twice on the door as Y/N and Nat climbed up behind her.

"How bad is it?" asked Nat and Y/N lifted her hoodie to show the reopened bloody wound that was covered in dust and dirt. Nat grimaced and she pulled the hoodie down.

The front door opened and the two turned around, only for their eyes to be widened in surprise. Y/N tried to straighten her posture, but hissed in pain slumped against a subtly smirking Nat.

"Hey man," the man greeted and his eyes fell on Y/N.

"I'm sorry about this," said Steve and followed his gaze, "But we need a place to lay low."

"Everyone we know are trying to kill us," said Nat and adjusted Y/N's arms draped around her shoulder.  The man stared at the trio for a few seconds and Y/N gave him an embarrassed, sheepish smile.

"Not everyone," the man returned the smile to Y/N and moved aside to let the trio in. They quickly got through the door as the man looked around and shut the door.

Nat supported Y/N to the couch and let her sit down on it. She rolled up her sleeves and turned to the man, "You got first aid kit and needle and thread?"

"Wha—You're gonna stich me up?" Y/N's eyes widened and she leaned forward on the couch, only to be pushed back by Steve.

"And a T-shirt," added Nat as the man disappeared up a set of stairs. She turned back to a gaping Y/N, "Yes, I am."

Muttering under her breath, Y/N lifted the bottom half of her blooded hoodie as the man returned with the things Nat asked for. Nat pulled a chair and sat in front of the couch, setting the first aid kit on her lap, "This is gonna hurt."

"Yeah, no shit," Y/N huffed, eyeing the needle in Nat's hand wearily. The man couldn't help but smile and led Steve to one of the rooms so he could shower.