Bucky Barnes imagines

Bucky||dishes

I only have 4 more days of school thank fuck. This isn't my best writing but it's all cute and fluffy.

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Cleaning the dishes.

One of the things that the entire team hated doing.

You quickly got sick of doing the dishes everyday after dinner so you made a timetable to make sure everyone did the dishes and it wasn't only you. If they didn't do the dishes when it was their turn to, they'd have to do it for the rest of the week. Luckily that had never happened to anyone but tony and he still refused to do them until literally nothing was clean.

It was your turn to clean up tonight, you didn't feel like it but there was no point in complaining or arguing.

After collecting up all the dishes and putting them next to the sink, which was already full of water, you started cleaning them while also trying not to fall asleep.

You were almost finished with everything and we're currently cleaning a knife. To say the least, you weren't scared of knifes. Just very cautious when it came to them.

Your hands were soapy and slippery which didn't help with putting away the dishes and as you reached to put the knife away it slipped out of your grasp, falling blade down. You didn't have enough time to move you leg out of the way as the knife came down and straight into your leg, leaving behind a cut that was starting to bleed. A lot.

The pain didn't really bother you. The blood quickly running down your leg and onto the floor however, this bothered you. You started panicking, looking around the kitchen for something to stop the bleeding. There was nothing.

Wiping your wet hands on your shorts, you took off your shirt leaving you in just a bra, not caring if anyone saw. You sat on the floor and wrapped the shirt around the cut in an attempt to stop or slow down the bleeding. It worked a little but not as good as you would've liked as you saw blood starting to seep through the shirt.

"Bucky!" You screamed, hoping he'd hear you. You heard someone running and hoped it was Bucky but instead Steve rounded the corner. He looked around and then saw you on the floor, a bloody shirt wrapped around your leg but before he could move, Bucky came running in and didn't have enough time to stop himself from crashing into Steve.

You watched Steve grab the counter to stop himself from falling and Bucky stumbled forward, looking slightly dazed. You had to stop yourself from laughing but a giggle escaped your lips causing Bucky to look over at you.

Once he saw what condition you were in, he ran to your side and kneeled down beside you. "What happened?" He asked, looking at your blood covered shirt and the blood stain running down your leg. "Um. Well, I was washing the dishes and then dropped a knife. It fell straight into my leg and cut me" You answered, looking up at Bucky who had now been joined by Steve.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Steve asked, oblivious. "It's around my leg Steve" You said, rolling your eyes at what an idiot he can be. "Oh. Right"

"That doesn't matter. Show me the cut doll" Bucky said softly. You took your shirt away from the cut, exposing the 3 inch cut just below your knee. Steve wasn't the best when it came to blood. He cringed at the sight and looked somewhere else. "Oh Steve you fucking princess" I teased as he rolled his eyes playfully.

Bucky smiled, holding back a laugh. Steve noticed this and lightly flicked Bucky in the back of the head. "Oh please. Your acting like blood doesn't bother you" Steve said, poking Buckys shoulder. Bucky picked you up bridal style and turned around to Steve. "I lost my arm Steve. I think I can handle it" Bucky said, trying to keep a straight face as he walked away to the medical wing in the facility with you in his arms.

Once you got there, a nurse was sitting at a desk reading something. Bucky stood in front of her and faked a cough, getting her attention. She looked up and saw you in Buckys arms, blood running down your leg.

She jumped up and waved Bucky over to a bed to put you down on a bed. He put you down gently, sitting down beside the bed and held your hand, giving it a light squeeze, making you smile.

The nurse came back to you, some thing in her hands. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, sorting out her stuff on a little table that you were unable to see. "Long story short, I dropped a knife on my leg" You said, pressing your lips together. She nodded and turned back around, some sort of water and a cloth in her hands. "I'm going to need to clean it, stitch it up and bandage it. It's probably going to be best to look away when I stitch it" she said, smiling at you softly. You nodded in response and turned to Bucky who watched in concern.

She cleaned it, causing you to grit your teeth and squeeze Buckys hand so hard, he swapped it to his metal hand since whatever she was cleaning it with made it sting more then you thought it would.

Once she finished cleaning it, she stitched it up which didn't hurt as much as you thought. She finished stitching, covering it with a bandaid and then bandaging it. You looked back at her and she took her gloves off. "Ok, you're all good. Just take it easy for about a week" she said, sending you a smile as she collected her stuff and left the room.

Bucky picked you up and carried you back to your room, placing you down gently in your bed. He went to your closet and grabbed out a top for you to put on, also grabbing some sweats for him. He changed and then walked over to you, kissing you on the head.

Bucky unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, then made you put your arms up so he could put the shirt on you. "You know I can still move my arms right?" You asked Bucky, smiling slightly as he laughed. "Yeah but I like taking care of you" he answered, kissing your forehead before climbing into the bed next to you.

You scooted closer to him, laying your head on his bare chest, listening to his heart beat. Bucky ran his fingers through your hair as you closed your eyes and smiled, humming in response. You always loved it when he played with your hair.

"I'm never letting you wash the dishes again" Bucky said, chuckling lightly. "I'm not gonna argue. I hate washing the dishes" you smiled.

Bucky continued to run his fingers through your hair and rub your back softly, eventually lulling you off to sleep.

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