The way the door is opened and swung shut quietly without a loud bang tells you something is up immediately. Instead of joyful banter there is just the scuffling of feet and a few quiet murmurs.
"I told you just to walk away punk." A voice that clearly belongs to Bucky mumbles.
"Boys? That you?" You call as you walk out of your room.
You enter the living space to see your two best friends, heads hanging low, shuffling into the kitchen.
"Geez, what's wrong with you two?" You remark teasingly.
"Steve's too big for his boots that's what." Bucky grumbles.
"Hey! I had him on the ropes!" Steve snaps back.
"What? What're you two on about?" You frown as you cross over to them.
Their faces are still downcast and they face slightly away from you, side by side as if they are two naughty boys about to get a beating.
"You sure seem to be finding that floor very interestin' this evening. Somethin' you're not telling me?" You state as you come to stand in front of them, hands on your hips.
They don't reply, just scuff their heels nervously.
"Boys?" You sigh annoyed. "Look at me."
You grab Steve by the chin and yank his head up to reveal a busted lip and black eye.
"Ugh not again!" You groan as you turn to do the same to Bucky, finding a nasty looking gash above his eyebrow and now mostly dry blood consequently streaking his cheek.
He grins at you sheepishly but you just roll your eyes.
"You two just can't stay out of trouble can you?" You huff.
"It was Bucky's fault." Steve says frantically.
"No way! You started it!" Bucky exclaims, turning to face Steve.
The two of them look like they are about to start a fight of their own.
"How old are you two?" You scold.
"20." Bucky mumbles.
"19." Steve says quietly.
"Exactly. Y'all are acting like your 5." You snap. "Now sit down." You point and the two shuffle so that they are sitting in two of the three chairs in your shared apartment.
These two are your best friends and you love them to bits but they drive you insane.
"Now what exactly happened this time?" You sigh.
"Some idiot banged into me while we were on the street so of course Steve had to go and threaten him even though he was twice even my size hence when I had to save Steve's scrawny ass I got my own ass beaten in doing so." Bucky explains. "Got 'em good in the end though aye Stevie?" He smirked cockily.
"Only just, you jerk." Steve mumbles, folding his arms across his chest defensively.
"Honestly, one day you two are gonna get the pulp beaten outta you and I'm just not gonna bother to clean it up anymore!" You tut as you start to run a rag under the tap. After ringing it out you walk over to the little freezer and pull out a piece of meat.
"Dang it Steve, this is our last good one." You moan as you walk back over and place it over his swollen eye.
He takes hold of it and you kneel down in front of him to attend to his cut lip.
"Sorry (Y/N)." He mumbles quietly.
"I'll deal with you in a minute." You say pointedly to Bucky as you begin to tentatively dab at Steve's lip.
"Gee, thanks doll." He says sarcastically.
Steve winces as you press against the cut.
"Deal with it." You say coldly.
You were done being gentle with them, they had got themselves in this state far to many times.
"Ah geez (Y/N)! Be a bit more careful!" He grunts as you wipe at the blood.
"Sorry, but you know what would hurt less? If you two didn't keep gettin' yourselves into all these fights!" You point out exasperatedly.
"Wow, so sympathetic." Steve drawls.
"She's got a point y'know." Bucky remarks.
You raise your eyebrows at him and nod. It wasn't really Bucky's fault, he was just always stepping in to get Steve out of trouble and you actually felt kinda sorry for him a lot of the time. He didn't go looking for fights. Steve on the other hand seemed to be lining up for them.
"Alright, it looks clean now." You sigh. "I just gotta go get the first aid kit."
As you rush off to get the first aid kit you can hear them whispering.
"I think it hurt less getting punched!" Steve exclaim quietly.
"Shut up punk! Be thankful she's doing this!" Bucky replies.
You smile to yourself at his words. At least someone's grateful.
There is a thud, sounding like someone being shoved in the back.
"Ow!" Steve protests.
"Boys!" You growl as you come back into the room. "Okay Steve I just gotta put this over it to help the cut close."
You lean down and carefully place the butterfly strip across his busted lip.
"Ah!" He gasps.
"Deal with it." You state.
You hear Bucky snigger behind him.
"Don't look so smug you, it's your turn now." You smirk at him and his face visibly drops.
"Don't matter, I can take it." He shrugs cockily.
"We'll see." You tease as you re-rinse the cloth.
You start off by just cleaning the dry blood off of his cheek, leaning in to get a better look and very much enjoying the close proximity of the two of your guys faces.
You know very much that you have a crush on Bucky. You've come to accept it and try to ignore it. He's your roommate and probably thinks of you as nothing more than a good friend. But his is face so close to yours right now and it is so tempting to just smash your lips to his.
However you clear your throat and shake the thought away turning your attention back to the gash by his eyebrow.
But his blue eyes are watching you intently and they are possibly your favourite part about him.
You turn away to rinse the cloth again and give yourself a break from that gorgeous face of his.
"This is a lot of blood Buck." You frown. "And I ain't even gettin' to the cut yet."
"I'll survive." He shrugs and leans back in his chair. "I'm tough like that."
"Whatever." You scoff before dropping back down in front of him.
Admittedly being a bit more gentle with Bucky then you were with Steve, you carefully dab at his wound. He hisses as you wipe over the cut.
"Sorry!" You gasp.
"Man, how come I didn't get no sorry when you were inflicting pain on me?" Steve huffs.
"Shh, Steve. You're asking for it." Bucky snarls.
You let out a little giggle and try not to get distracted by the fact that Bucky is grinning up at you adorably as you try to clean the nasty gash.
"Dang it Bucky. I think this is gonna need stitches!" You exclaim.
"Well shit, I can't afford that!" He curses.
"Language!" Steve scolds.
"Oh shut up you, you've got the biggest potty mouth of us all at times." Both you and Bucky groan.
"You sure it's gonna need stitches?" Bucky sighs.
"Mhm." You nod confidently.
"Positive?" He presses hopefully.
"Yes." You chuckle. "It's pretty deep Buck and you don't wanna go messing up that prized, perfect face of yours do ya?" You tease.
"Damn it." He groans. "Well what am I gonna do? Ain't got no money left after paying that last lotta rent."
"Well ain't it lucky for you I took that first aid course a couple years back?" You smirk and wiggle your eyebrows at Bucky.
He gasps in fright and his eyes go wide at the mention of this.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you anymore than a doctor would." You smirk smugly.
"You sure?" He asks unsurely.
"Unless you want a big ugly scar on that forehead a yours then yes. We ain't got no other way Buck." You laugh.
"Yeah jerk, thought you said you could take it. Bark worse than your bite huh?" Steve adds in, only winding Bucky up more.
"Shut up Rogers. You know what? Screw it. Go for it (Y/N) I've got nothing to loose." Bucky huffs after glaring at Steve.
"Oh boys." You sigh as you rummage through the first aid kit. "What would you do without me?"