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And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

WHO: Bucky and Tony
WHEN: lmfao who knows
WHAT: Soul Bond AU Tony gets captured. Flowers happen.

He was careless. That's what it all boiled down to. He was angry, frustrated, off his guard and for whatever stupid reason he decided to walk through the city. But that was his first mistake. He should have been more careful. He shouldn't have been up in his head, thinking about the soul bond. He shouldn't have been so angry at the soldier.

It was another stupid fight. A fight about whether or not they should tell anybody about their relationship. A fight where Tony wouldn't admit that he cared about his bond. A fight where Tony threatened to remove the damn name from his arm. It had him spitting out words like venom in an attempt to hurt Barnes. It had Barnes raising his voice and Tony couldn't take anymore. He left with a final 'Fuck off.' That anger had consumed him. It had distracted him.

And that's how he had ended up here. He was ambushed from behind. Without his suit, he was knocked out, and taken hostage. He didn't know where he was, but he was tied up to a table. His arms limbs were strapped down and his arms were in pain. A lot of pain, actually. Like someone had cut them. Why? Who would....?

He tried to blink the blurriness from his vision and only got a clear view of an overhead light that was blinding. There was so much light. Too much. He closed his eyes and tried moving again. Still couldn't move. He tried calling out to JARVIS, to Bucky, anyone and all he got was silence.

Where the hell was he?

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"I'm fine," He said, smiling as he felt Bucky's lips on his forehead and those fingers down his spine. He was fine, though. Sort of. More like he was temporarily fine as long as his stitches held. They'd get help. Eventually. Whenever they got the hell out of these woods.

"Home," he said as closed his eyes and rested his head on Bucky's flesh shoulder. He was tired, exhausted, even, but he didn't trust anyone else around the arc reactor. The last few hours just proved that he couldn't trust anyone. Home was far. Distant. Miles away, but there were things they had to take care of. "But we have to find somewhere else first to get you help."

Yeah, that whole 'get seen at the same time' thing? Yeah, that wasn't happening. Bucky's healing factor would heal around those bullets and they had to dig them out. If they waited longer, they'd have a hell of a time patching him up. Besides he didn't even know where the hell they were at the moment. How long had they been gone and how far away from New York, were they?

He nodded at the direction, taking them down the forest road towards anything that might take them back to New York. It took considerable effort to concentrate on the road, the tranquilizers still picking at him as he drove them out. "Stark Tower should have enough supplies," he replied simply.

They had found a main road and blessedly, signage as well. He turned them towards New York and drove, not about to take them to a hospital where they would have to explain what had happened to cause such injuries. It would bring the media down on top of them and what was worse, it could display to the world their bond, which he assumed Tony wanted on the down-low for the time being. At least until they were healed enough to discuss the matter again.

Bridging no argument, the Soldier knew his way back to the Tower once they had entered the edge of New York, twenty minutes on lesser used roads and then it was New York traffic and hoping their stolen vehicle wasn't reported before they could get to the Tower. For once, luck was on their side as he drove them into the private parking garage and then looked to Tony next to him. "We're here."

Drive was long and quiet. He didn't know how long they rode along the roads out of the woods and into the city. He'd shift against Bucky, and occasionally take a drink from his water bottle. He was too tired to talk, too tired to offer to drive. He knew that Bucky must have been exhausted as well, but Tony knew better than to ask him to stop. It would have been a losing fight, and he was too tired to fight at the moment.

So instead, he simply kept contact with his bond and kept contact with him. It was his way of helping. Well, at least it was an attempt to help. He groaned when they entered the city's traffic and muttered a few curse words. Goddamn traffic.

But eventually, they made their way inside. Bucky parked and Tony looked up at him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Bucky's in a chaste kiss before he moved to exit the vehicle. Take that as his wordless form of gratitude. He wasn't good at 'thank yous' and today wasn't going to be the day he learned how to do it right.

"Let's hurry up. I've gotta dig bullets out of you." Forget getting help for himself, he needed to help his bond, first.

His eyes fluttered at the kiss, and he would have leaned into it if closing his eyes didn't make him think that at any moment he could fall back asleep. The drugs were still present, but the pressing need of getting them to a safe place overrode the affects. Now that they had reached said safe place, his adrenaline was ebbing away, especially with the comfort of such a kiss. It told him that they were safe, that he had done a very good job in getting them this far.

He never expected words of thanks or love or trust from Tony. The most that might happen here and again was little gestures like these, and he could admit that he lived for them when they came about. This was what a bond was all about enjoying in his mind.

Still, he slid from the truck, limping towards the main elevator. "Shouldn't you call a doctor for your wounds? JARVIS can do that, yes?" It wasn't often that he spoke to JARVIS specifically, mostly because it seemed as if that were Tony's right and he was hard-pressed to speak to the ceiling or walls or intercoms. "My bullets will still be there by the time you're patched up."

And yes, they might just be arguing about medical treatment. He wanted Tony safe and sound in all regards.

Tony winced as he made his way toward the elevator. Yeah, he was in pain, but he'd live. He had gone through worse with the Ten Rings. Granted, this pain was right after that in a list of 'worst experiences ever,' but it still wasn't the worst.

"I'll heal," he groaned as he leaned against the wall and waited for the elevator. "You did an alright job patching me up." More or less. Maybe. He hadn't ripped the stitches yet, and as far as he could tell, his arc reactor was still intact, and he was breathing. He'd ask Jarv to give him a body scan, but there were other things he had to take care of.

His priority was getting the bullets out of Bucky. Yeah, he was exhausted but he was more than ready to argue his point. Maybe he was being stubborn, or maybe he just didn't know how to express how much he cared about his bond. Who knew. "Yeah, but then I'll have to cut you open again just to get them out. Let me take care of you."

Did he just... Say that?

"I want to check to make certain that the sutures held and that your arc reactor is still intact." That was one of many things that he wanted to do to Tony right now, but the medical needs overshadowed any other wants and desires that he might have in the face of the idea that Stark wanted to take care of him rather than pass him off to medical professionals.

It was probably the drugs. They were both out of their minds on drugs. It couldn't possibly last once they had worked their way out of their systems.

"Yes alright, you can take care of me," he agreed because it was not something that he would refuse now that it was so openly offered. He made certain not to sound eager about it either, playing it cool as the elevator arrived and he limped inside to lean heavily on a wall. Tony knew this big building as well as he did, but he allowed his bond to choose the floor.

Instead, he reached out and took Tony's hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over Stark's knuckles with plain affection. It was the drugs; normally, he wouldn't dare to be so open unless Tony had previously indicated being receptive to such an advance.

"It's fine," He gave the reactor a tap. I didn't move but damn it hurt. He tried not to visibly wince. However, tried was the key word. He was in a hell of a lot of pain and it was more than likely visible on his face.

"Jarv, take us to the med bay," he said as the doors closed behind them. He leaned against the wall and took a moment to breathe. He glanced down at his hand when he felt Bucky take it. Normally, he wouldn't have wanted to be affectionate. And really, getting them fixed up was his top priority, but... Well, it was nice to have his hand held like this. He could feel their bond.

It was something he could always feel. Something tugging at his heart and his arm. He had tried ignoring it for so long and rarely indulged in the feeling. It made his arm tingle and his head almost light. It was a distraction, but it had always felt nice, right, even. That was probably what bothered him most about it.

But for now, he'd indulge in it. He gave Bucky's hand a light squeeze and stepped closer to him. The ride up was quiet, but it was a nice minute of silence. But eventually the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Tony pushed himself off the wall and headed out toward the medical bay.

The whole time, he continued to hold Bucky's hand.

"Come on, I've gotta get you some pain meds before I cut you open."

The Soldier knew that Tony was lying and that they both would need more than a little patching up in order the make it through their day. He understood that Tony had to put on a brave face to off-set the need to take care of his bond over himself like he wanted to. His injuries were no doubt more serious, but he also had a healing factor which would allow him to endure far better than Tony. Pain was a factor that he had been trained to endure, to fight through, to finish the mission for, and right now, that mission happened to be relieving Tony's distress and pain.

The hand holding was nice, not something that either of them indulged in much. It dulled the ache of his wounds, provided him with a distraction that he could half-close his eyes to enjoying. The bond thrummed stronger than ever in his body, particularly along his shoulder where Tony's name was a constant reminder of his bonding status. The ebb and flow of warmth through his body because of them bond left him pliable, so he went with Tony out of the elevator, his fingers gently squeezing now and then.

"I don't need pain medication," he murmured as he released Tony's hand in order to go and sit on the table, finally accepting that his bond might be happiest fixing him up first. "I can endure. I always have for other treatments. Maybe you should take some pain medication; it is obvious that you're in pain."

"I'll survive," he mumbled. "Start taking off your clothes." Tony moved to start rummaging through drawers in the med bay. How the hell did Bruce organize all this? Ah well, he'd find what was necessary eventually. Some gauze (there was definitely going to be blood), some pain killers, and some tools. Who knew if the medicine would work on Bucky considering his metabolism, but hey, the stuff HYDRA used had worked. Maybe this would at least ease the pain.

"J, find the bullets in Old Man Winter, here." JARVIS Agreed and pointed out that two bullets were lodged in Barnes' arm and thigh. Thankfully, neither hit anything vital. JARVIS also mentioned that Sir should definitely take some time to rest and see to his own wounds, but Tony rolled his eyes and called his AI a damn traitor.

When all this was over, he was going to reprogram the bastard.

He filled the syringe with an anesthetic. Maybe it wasn't technically certified, but it was made for people like Bucky and even Steve. It wasn't really that different from a regular pain killer, it was just a little stronger. Tony honestly had no idea how it was going to affect the soldier (considering they hadn't necessarily had a chance to use it). Hell, it might not even help much, considering his metabolism burned through everything so quickly. But hey, it was the thought that counted, right? Right.

"Hopefully this helps," he moved to wipe the skin on Bucky's arm clean and insert the syringe.

The Soldier hesitated for a moment before he gave in and began to carefully strip out of his clothing, most of which was ruined with holes, dirt and blood stains. He wasn't certain that anything but his boots happened to be salvageable, so he balled the material up and sat in the nude on the table as Tony picked through the medical supplies looking for all the equipment necessary to remove bullets from his flesh.

He looked at the entry wounds, and they were puffy and reddened, looking sore and swollen even if they no longer oozed blood. That was dried on his skin and the hole was closing as quickly as his body could repair it. They were open enough that where he had been shot was obvious.

He eyed the syringe that Tony brought towards him, certain that was more dosage than was strictly necessary for him. He could do without, and that dose seemed to be a gross estimation. "Some of that is for you, right?"

And apparently not given that it went in his arm muscle, and outside of a twitch and a huff of breath, he was forced to endure. He watched his bond and reached out with his metal hand to slip his fingers up the underside of Tony's shirt to stroke warm skin. "I appreciate you doing this, I hope you realize. Not many people I would allow to shoot me up with drugs, but I know it's safe with you."

Maybe Tony didn't need to use enough of the medication as he did. But hey, Bucky was just going to burn through it anyways. He pulled the needle out and wiped at it with an alcohol swab.

"There's not many people you let near you." Tony glanced up to his bond as he leaned into the touch at his side. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips to Bucky's in a chase kiss. This was a big deal. In some way, it was a big deal for both of them. Tony probably wouldn't have done this for anybody else. He would have never brushed his pain aside and put someone else like this first. But here he was, injecting his bond with pain killers and getting ready to dig out some bullets.

The kind of things one did when they loved someone.

Not that Tony was in love. The soulbond was just biology.
Yeah.

"But I'll make sure to take care of you."

And in order to do that, he was going to need to take a couple of bullets out of his bond. Fun.

He had a moment of looking affronted by the accusation, but then again, it was true. Of course, most of his previous associations were dead and the few he had now were those he felt the need to protect from himself more than anyone else. Tony was one of the few that he stayed so physically close to on a regular basis, and he found himself still more hidden than out in the open when they were together. They would need to...

Oh. There were the drugs hitting him. His body seemed to relax into a slump without his express permission and his mind went soft and fuzzy, like it was filled with cotton. He hummed a low sound in his throat, his eyes half closing as he swayed where he sat and considered simply collapsing to the floor. It wouldn't hurt after all... he couldn't feel any pain!

He lifted his arms and slung them across Tony's shoulders, pulling his bond sluggishly towards him. Like they might just cuddle right here and now. And why not? He was feeling like he wanted a warm body next to him keeping him safe.

"I know," he mumbled, his voice soft and hushed. "I'll always take care of you too... 'cause I love you. You're the... uh... mostest handsome man, and I love you so much. Just wanna be close all the time...."

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