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A DULL ACHING SPREAD BENEATH STEVE ROGERS'S SKIN,beneath already healing black and blue blemishes as he stepped up the stairs to the cabin. Bucky followed behind, wiping crimson splotches off his metal arm with a cloth as they ducked beneath the door frame. The mission had been rougher than usual, and (your name)'s first time tagging along. You began as a SHIELD medic, but then after the avengers split and your powers developed you began running havoc with the boys. It was the first time you'd come along; needless to say, it was a brutal exchange. Bucky and Steve had gotten away with a few bruises and cuts, but you and Sam had taken the brunt of the injuries. Nothing life-threatening, but needless to say you wouldn't be joining the Olympics anytime soon. Steve pulled off his helmet and ran the back of his hand along his forehead, hanging it by the door and wiping his boots as if he wasn't dressed head to toe in dirt and sweat-stained mission gear with gloves covered in someone else's blood. While it had been violent, Steve believed the mission was a success.
At least, that's what he thought until he heard the loud groan from the living room.
Bucky gave him a quizzical look, reflecting how Steve felt as he rounded the corner. He couldn't help the snort that escaped him when he found you and Sam sprawled out on the living room floor with arms and legs spread like starfish. Sam's goggles and wings were discarded onto the floor, and your belt and holstered guns were slung across the chair.
"I feel like my body's on fire." You groaned, "How do you guys do this every day?"
"I don't know, I don't ever remember being this fucking sore." Sam groaned before closing his eyes. "In my mind taking on three guys hand to hand was a brilliant idea. Now I'm not so sure. They handed us our asses."
"No, they whooped our asses THEN handed them to us." You groaned, shaking your head but then groaning at the movement before looking up at the two standing men and narrowing your eyes. "Look at them. Perfectly fine. Fucking super soldiers. I hate feeling like Sam."
Sam's head turned sharply to look at her. "What do you mean like Sam?"
"You're always getting your ass whooped." You grinned back at him.
"I'd kick you but you're too far away," Sam grumbled.
"I think she has a point." Bucky added on, earning a glare that could kill from the man on the floor. Steve snorted, shaking his head as he watched the pair. "Is there anything we can do for you two?"
"Yeah, move your big invincible head." You reached up, fingers moving through the air as you focused on the bottle of whiskey your powers had collected from the kitchen, two glasses trailing behind, as well as a bottle of motrin.
"Where was all this fancy telekinesis when we were pinned down?" Sam grumbled before catching the glass that floated over to him. "But I do like how you think."
"You think Bucky threw the truck that hit him in the head?" You shot back as you picked up your own filled glass and leaned up to take a sip.
"They looked back at the super soldiers. "I'd offer you some, but you can't even get drunk. How's it feel being perfect?"
