Bucky was making his rounds, checking patients vitals. Most of them were sleeping which made his job a lot easier. He loved talking to patients, but when every single patient wanted to have a conversation with him, it could turn a twelve-hour shift into a fourteen-hour shift. That was why he loved working nights. It was quiet and peaceful. As quiet and peaceful as a hospital could be. 

He entered the next room and smiled a bit to himself. The patient had his pillow over his face and was hugging the bottom of it. He grabbed the clipboard from the end of the bed and walked over to the monitor. He heard the patient shift a bit and sniffle before he heard him talk. 

"Fight me," he mumbled from under the pillow. Bucky could tell from his voice that he was extremely high on painkillers. He walked over and gently lifted the pillow to reveal the patients face. 

"Maybe later." He finished taking his vitals and left the room to go to the next patient. 

Bucky made his rounds again a few hours later. He smiled a bit when he entered the same man's room from before. The one who told him to fight him. He was sitting up now. His back was propped up on the pillow. Bucky grabbed his chart and walked over to the monitor. He read the name on the top of the chart. Steven Grant Rogers. 

Steve looked over at him tiredly, "fight-" he was cut off by a cough. More coughs followed and Bucky furrowed his brows. He went over to the sink and poured him a glass of water. He brought the water over to him and helped him drink a bit. Steve's coughing stopped and he looked up at Bucky with an appreciative smile.

Bucky smiled back, "I won't fight you because I know you'd win." 

Steve simply frowned and Bucky placed his chart back on the end of the bed before he left. 

Bucky was off duty and was about to leave when he had an idea. Steven was cute. Very cute. He wanted to get to know him better when he wasn't as high as a kite. He went to the cafeteria and bought a coffee. He grabbed the sharpie that he had taken from his scrubs before he got changed at the end of his shift, and wrote the simple phrase, "fight me?" He doodled a small heart beside it and wrote his number underneath it. 

He was relieved to see that Steve was asleep when he went up to his room. He could see that the sun was just rising through the window. He placed the coffee on his side table beside the almost empty cup of water and left to go home.