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I sat on the edge of a bed in a medical tent, a nurse wiping my cut clean. I had shed all my weapons as soon as we got back, now just sitting in my black pants and a green crop top. "This may sting a little" the nurse said as she squeezed a syringe over the cut, letting it fall down my cheek and onto a rag.

I didn't flinch, I had had wounds and gashes cleaned for years, and i had gotten so used to the feeling it didn't effect me anymore. "If I say so myself ma'am, it's so cool what you are doing. I don't think many American women would chose to be on the front lines" she said with a smirk, inspecting the cut.

"Would you?" I asked her, trying not to move. "I only signed up to be a nurse cause this is the furthest a dame can get, I have to do my part no matter what it takes" she said standing up straight and wiping her hands on her apron.

"I think it might need stitches, I'll go grab a Doctor" she said sweetly, leaving the cubicle in search of a doctor. "You dying?" Bucky asked as he walked through the curtain, he as well had shed his top layer of his uniform, in a short sleeved white t-shirt with his green pants, his boots still on his feet but untied.

I shook my head as he placed himself in between both my legs, laying his hands on the side of my thighs as I wrapped my arms over his shoulders. "Not yet, I might need stitches though" I said pouting my bottom lip as I gave him puppy dog eyes.

"You'll look cool with stitches" he said nodding his head. "You think so? I think I look pretty badass already" I said turning my head to let him see the deep gash. "Sure" he said moving his head closer to mine, our noses touching, his warm breath landing on my lips. "You better believe it" I said with a smirk as he pushed his lips against mines gently, yet passionately.

"Agent Cooper" a new voice said as I pulled apart from Bucky, him walking back a few steps. "I'll see you later" Bucky said turning to leave and walking past the doctor with a nod of his head. "Stitches" he said holding up a metal tray that had his instruments in it. "How long will it take to heal? I have missions" i asked impatiently sitting on top of my hands.

"A few days" he said holding a syringe up to my face to numb the gash. The stitches didn't hurt as much as I thought, the serum I had usually healed my injuries pretty fast so I never needed stitches before. I left the cubicle with 5 stitches in my cheek, holding my skin together.

"Hi sorry, can you tell me where Montgomery is?" I asked a nurse passing by. "Over there" she said she said pointing at a curtain on the far left. I made my way over there, my military boots thudding against the floor.

I opened the curtain walk-in inside to see Dugan, Morita and Bucky packed into the cubicle, all surrounding Monty who was on a bed lying with his leg lifted. "How do I look" I asked Bucky showing him my cheek. "Badass" he said folding his arms smirking over at me.

"And how are you?" I asked Monty who still had a smile on his face. "They got the bullet out, just need to stitch it up" he said unfazed by the hole in his leg.
"Well we can be twins" I said pointing to my face. "You caught your breath yet?" I said patting Morita on the back.

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