Found Again

Thirteen

A bit later, another knock comes at the door. You close your book again.

"Come in."

They open the door, and Bucky walks in.

"What the hell happened, Bucky?!"

Bucky's covered head to toe in ashes. His clothes are severely burned. Wounds peppering him, with blood around them.

"Wel-"

Loki runs in with a flamethrower in hand, "He was asking for it."

"How the hell was I asking for it?!" Bucky yells at Loki.

"You want something I want." Loki reasons.

Loki looks at you with a childish grin as he proudly holds the flamethrower.

You roll your eyes, "Okay, you two are children."

You attempt to get out of bed, but you instantly feel a sharp pain in your side. Loki and Bucky instantly notice and rush over to you to help.

"Damn it!" You cry out in pain, "I keep forgetting I got stabbed."

Loki's mouth opens and closes like a fish before being able to talk, "How?"

"I can handle the pain." You smirk.

Loki laughs a bit.

"So..." You sigh, "What are you kids arguing about?"

Loki lets out a long breath, "Well..."

"We both want something, but we don't know who gets... it."

You nod slightly, "Okay, what is it, and can you split it?"

"We can't really tell you what it is..." Bucky replies slowly.

"And it's impossible to split," Loki adds.

"Then I can't help you." You shrug.

"Technic-"

"We'll settle it ourselves. Thanks though, Y/N." Bucky interrupts Loki.

"No problem." You smile, "Do you want help cleaning up?"

"It's okay." Loki answers for Bucky.

You look at Loki and raise an eyebrow, "Then you're cleaning him up?"

Loki hesitantly nods, "Um, yes."

You furrow your brows as your mouth opens slightly, "You're going to help Bucky?"

"Of course."

"Okay then..." You turn to Bucky, "Bucky, you should go take a shower. After that, Loki will help you bandage up."

Bucky nods and goes to take a shower.

When Loki goes to leave, you clear your throat. He turns around with a confused look, and you raise your eyebrow.

"Give me your toy first." You command.

Loki walks back over to you with a small pout, "Fine..."

Loki hands you the flamethrower, but because of its weight, a shooting pain goes from your wound, bursting out. You yelp.

"Y/N!"

Loki grabs it from you and vanishes it away.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He apologizes, putting his hand on your face.