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Broken and Bruised pt. 2

Requested by Esesmute, kind of the same thing but this time Steve is the one whose hurt.

Natasha had been more worried then she cared to admit the last few days.

Steve was supposed to return home nearly four days ago and he was still unheard from.

Fury insisted that he was alive and that the mission was just taking longer then expected, though he gave no details.

Natasha found herself waiting up late every night, hoping to at least hear from him.

On the fifth night of her constant worrying, she heard the door to their apartment creak open and she had instantly dropped the book she was reading and ran out of their room.

Steve was there, resting against the doorway and taking deep breaths with his eyes closed tight.

"Steve?" Natasha asked, rushing over to him and becoming painfully aware of his horrible condition.

There were bruises and cuts all over his face and blood had stained most of his uniform a deep unsettling red.

"Hey," Steve said, wincing as he tried to stand up on his own, his hand clutched at his side and he was paler then usual.

"Oh my god. What the hell happened to you?" Natasha asked, looping her arm around Steve and helping him limp to the couch.

"Rough mission." He said, sitting down with another pained frown.

Natasha frowned and looked down at his side, where blood was gradually seeping from what looked like a stab wound, "Did you get stabbed?" She asked, her eyes wide with worry.

Steve frowned, "Shot. But I think the bullet is close to the surface."

"Why the hell are you not in the medical ward right now?" Natasha said, her voice raising as she helped him remove his shirt.

She grabbed the first aid kit from their kitchen and set it on the coffee table, examining the wound on his stomach.

"I was already five days late. I wanted to see you." Steve said, groaning as Natasha gently cleaned the area around his wound, hoping to extract the bullet without a lot of blood in the way.

"Hold still, this is gonna hurt." She warned, changing the subject and deciding it would be better to talk about his stupidity once the bullet was out of his stomach.

Steve nodded and squeezed his eyes shut as Natasha began to try and remove the small bullet.

He threw his head back and clenched his jaw, trying not to let out a scream that would show Natasha how badly it really hurt.

Natasha removed the bullet and Steve let out sigh of relief as she reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze, "Got it."

Steve was dripping with sweat but he did his best to hold himself together.

Natasha let go of his hand and grabbed some disinfection liquid that Tony had recently invented. It stung like hell but it worked magic when it came to cleaning a nasty cut or bullet wound.

"Ready?" Natasha asked, knowing that this would be worse then when she actually removed the bullet.

Steve grabbed her free hand and nodded, already closing his eyes.

Natasha slowly poured a little bit of it onto his wound and frowned as he squeezed her hand and let out an agonizing yell.

After a few minutes, his pain was bearable and he released his tight grip on Natasha's hand.

"You alright?" Natasha asked quietly, wiping the access liquid with a rag and motioning for him to sit up so she could wrap his stomach to contain the bleeding.

"Yes, thank you."

Natasha nodded and began wrapping the bandage around his torso slowly, being careful not to do it too tight.

She finally finished and looked up at Steve, shaking her head.

"What?" He asked.

"You're a damn idiot," Natasha said, motioning the the bullet laying on their coffee table, "You had a bullet in your stomach and you decided not to go to the infirmary? What the hell is the matter with you?"

Steve tried to give Natasha a smirk but it came out more pained then flirtatious, "Can you blame me for preferring you as my doctor then any of those Shield people?"

Natasha glared at him, "Yes. Because by the time you got here, you were barely able to walk. Who even let you leave like that?"

"No one. I just did it."

Natasha shook her head and gently caressed his cheek, where another cut was still bleeding.

"What happened here?" She asked, running her finger over the cut and reaching back to grab another tissue with the disinfecent.

"One of them fought with two knives and nicked me with one of them."

Natasha nodded and cleaned the cut.

"And the black eye?" She asked.

"When I was undercover as a guest, someone recognized me and I had to fight without my shield."

Natasha hummed in response, "You never were good at blending in."

Steve smiled a little and leaned into Natasha's touch as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Her small smile faded and she frowned, realizing the extent of what had happened.

He had been shot, and if the bullet had hit anywhere else or gone a little deeper, Steve could have died.

"What is it?" Steve asked, noticing the change in her demeanor.

"I'm just glad you made it home okay. You had me worried." Natasha admitted, knowing he was the last person on Earth who would accuse her of going soft.

Steve grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze, pulling her down into his lap.

He winced a little at the contact but brushed it away and wrapped his arms around her, "I'm sorry. I tried to get out early but it only ended up delaying the mission another four days."

Natasha leaned her head against his and closed her eyes, "I missed you more than I care to admit."

"I missed you too."

Natasha smiled and gently kissed Steve, not wanted to accidentally hurt him.

He kissed her back and grabbed her hips, giving them a light tug towards his stomach.

Natasha moaned in surprise and wrapped her arms around Steve quickly so that she didn't fall.

Steve grinned and ran one of his hands through Natasha's hair while the other rubbed her hip soothingly.

"I love you." Steve said, resting his forehead on hers.

Natasha smiled and pecked his lips again, "I love you too, but next time you show up with a bullet in you, I might be less forgiving."

Steve grinned, "Understood."

Hey guys. I hope y'all enjoyed his chapter, next one is gonna be hella depressing so enjoy fluff while it last.

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