bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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"I've done this trick before but with armor less fancy than yours."

That was easier. Just bash at it with his shield until he got through. This is delicate... frustrating. Noticing her reaction, he forgets about caution, sliding his fingers beneath the panels. The gloves are probably going to be sliced up unless Tasha thought to make them for this kind of work. When he's sure he has a good enough grip to keep the pressure away from her arm, he pulls off the plate, then starts on the second.

"Schmidt thought armored soldiers would slow me down." As Steve steadily pulls the armor free, he tells her about that particular ambush, hoping to distract her while he works. "You would've been horrified by how bad their tech was."

The noise she makes started life as something like a gasp of pain, but she quickly turned it into something more theatrical. "I should kick you to the couch just for comparing my armor to Schmidt's medieval crap."

When the next plate comes off, her arm moves just enough to drain her face of color. Christ, she's pretty sure something's broken.

Steve almost freezes when he hears that sound but until the armor's off they can't do anything. "It was pretty high tech back then."

"I'm sorry, Tasha. If there was an easier way..." But there wasn't and that's what keeps him working on the armor since he knows he's hurting her and the thought makes him sick. Slowly he pulls the rest of the plates free, gently holding her arm to keep it still. "Is this the worst or are there other injuries?"

Tasha concentrates on deep breathing until he has the armor pried off. The arm's definitely the worst of it - there's something broken up by her shoulder or collar or both and a few cuts where the metal dug into her skin, but everything else is just bruising. "Yeah, pretty sure. I can have JARVIS do a scan, tell me what the damage is."

"Do I need to take off any more armor? I don't know if I can without jarring your arm." That's something he doesn't want to do unless he has to. Keeping her arm steady, he reaches out with his free hand and brushes his thumb over her cheek. "We'll get you patched up and home soon."

Over the comm, he discusses the situation with Natasha, knowing she'll be able to get the medics to them faster than anyone else on the team. "How hard is it going to be to get you to rest for a few days?"

"Long-range communication to JARVIS is severed right now and the version that's local to the armor's not functioning right, so I'll just wait 'til we're in range of the Tower and ask him to remove it then."

She takes the time he's on the comm to regroup herself and tosses a smirk that's a little pained around the edges his way. "I'm sure you can think of something to keep me in bed for a little while, at least."

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The idea of waiting is frustrating but he trusts her to tell him if any more of the armor needs to be removed. He'll still worry until it's off and she's been checked by a doctor but he'll be patient.

Noticing the smirk, he isn't sure if he should smile or roll his eyes at her. "Of course I can. Pain killers should keep you in bed for a few hours at least."

Tasha bats her eyes at him. "Oh, honey, you say the sweetest things, but what would the neighbors think?"

"The neighbors would think that I'm taking care of you." But he can't quite hold back a smile. "And our neighbors are Clint, Natasha, and Bruce. Do you think we could do anything that would shock them?"

"They'll think we've gone domestic," Tasha agrees sadly. "Next thing you know, I'll be learning to knit and then it's nothing but lights off missionary and couples dinners."

The horror.

"We've all went domestic." Or as much as possible considering the amount of craziness in their lives. "If you really want to learn to knit, I can teach you. And you mean we'd be living the way you thought we did in the Forties."

Tasha pulls a face. "Not actually looking to knit. Could do way more interesting things with the time."

Why make a scarf when you can buy one? Ugh.

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Tasha says "soooo sex marathon :D?"

Steve says not until she's rested awhile XD

what else is she supposed to do in bed D:

He's afraid he'll hurt her worse x_X

she says totally worth it.

He says hurting her is not worth it. He's such a gentleman

Tasha says what did she do to deserve him