[But hey what do you know, someone's showing up an appropriate amount of time later (what is New York traffic anyway), bottle of a very nice vodka in hand and following the direction of "upstairs."]
[ the door to the workshop's open, and stephen's perched on a stool by a workbench strewn with books and papers, a medical kit resting at his elbow. his tunic's in a bloody pile on the floor, and he's pale and scarred and a little pinched around the eyes. his lips quirk up when he sees bucky, though, warmth and amusement flitting across his expression. ]
You really did bring vodka.
[ there's a bloody gash in his shoulder that obviously continues down his shoulderblade, but he flicks a finger and a second stool pulls itself up to the bench, two glasses appearing on the bench next to the medkit. ]
[There's that crooked smile at the way the second stool skids close, and Bucky places the bottle down by the glasses and tugs off his gloves. As intriguing a turn as their text conversation had taken, the first order of business is definitely seeing to that shoulder.]
I'm warning you, I'm not much of a field medic. But if you can instruct, I can execute.
[ he opens the medkit, spreading it out for bucky to access. scarred hands lift, then, pointing out what he'll need. ] Needle driver, for holding the needle. Forceps to manipulate the skin. Scissors, needle and thread. Everything's already sterilized, and the thread's also been enchanted to help break this spell.
[ he glances up, corners of his mouth curling up faintly. ] It's easy, just in one side, out the other, create two overhand knots against the skin, cut the thread, do it again a quarter-inch below.
You might have mentioned it. But why don't we reserve that judgement for when I'm done?
[The instructions are simple enough, though Bucky supposes it's a pretty simple thing when compared to what Strange used to do. Even so it's still stitching someone's skin back together, and that takes a certain amount of care. Funny perhaps that it should come from a former assassin, but then again he's being instructed by a former surgeon and really, the fact that things like this are now the new normal? Well, it could be worse.]
Got it. I'll try not to hurt you too much.
[His hands are steady though, as is his focus in following the directive. Stitch the wound; trust the spell. He does at least have the care of an army man who knows that a repaired seam or popped button needs to pass uniform inspection, so the stitches are neat and orderly, if not as nice as a trained surgeon could do.]
[ he hums an amused noise at the promise, because it's sweet that bucky is taking care with him, but after what he's suffered, something like this is nothing. still, it matters that he's trying anyway, hands sure and careful, even graceful-- which is intriguing, given that one of them is made of metal.
once he's finished and the injury is stitched and bandaged, the painful spell already beginning to break down, he lifts his hands and a worn t-shirt appears in them, which he pulls over his head against the slight chill in the air. he turns back to bucky, then, helping him pack away the kit again. ]
Honestly, you're better at this than you seem to think you are. Maybe I should call you next time I get hurt, too. [ instead of christine, who worries enough as it is. ]
[There's a saying about taking care though — or at least he thinks there is. It's something he'd heard in the time he was out and on the run. He's not sure where that makes it fit in terms of proper colloquialism or not, but the idea that a person who could still be gentle couldn't be irreparably broken had stuck with him.
Perhaps it's just wishful thinking. But that hardly matters right now, not when there's the task of cleaning up and packing away the supplies.]
I've performed field repairs on my arm before. I can be delicate. [He shakes his head a little, with a chuckle. He's probably supposed to say something like "next time don't get hurt" but that's not really a thing in their lives anymore.]
You can call me when you're not hurt too, you know. How's the pain?
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[But hey what do you know, someone's showing up an appropriate amount of time later (
what is New York traffic anyway), bottle of a very nice vodka in hand and following the direction of "upstairs."]Anyone home?
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[ the door to the workshop's open, and stephen's perched on a stool by a workbench strewn with books and papers, a medical kit resting at his elbow. his tunic's in a bloody pile on the floor, and he's pale and scarred and a little pinched around the eyes. his lips quirk up when he sees bucky, though, warmth and amusement flitting across his expression. ]
You really did bring vodka.
[ there's a bloody gash in his shoulder that obviously continues down his shoulderblade, but he flicks a finger and a second stool pulls itself up to the bench, two glasses appearing on the bench next to the medkit. ]
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[There's that crooked smile at the way the second stool skids close, and Bucky places the bottle down by the glasses and tugs off his gloves. As intriguing a turn as their text conversation had taken, the first order of business is definitely seeing to that shoulder.]
I'm warning you, I'm not much of a field medic. But if you can instruct, I can execute.
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[ he opens the medkit, spreading it out for bucky to access. scarred hands lift, then, pointing out what he'll need. ] Needle driver, for holding the needle. Forceps to manipulate the skin. Scissors, needle and thread. Everything's already sterilized, and the thread's also been enchanted to help break this spell.
[ he glances up, corners of his mouth curling up faintly. ] It's easy, just in one side, out the other, create two overhand knots against the skin, cut the thread, do it again a quarter-inch below.
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[The instructions are simple enough, though Bucky supposes it's a pretty simple thing when compared to what Strange used to do. Even so it's still stitching someone's skin back together, and that takes a certain amount of care. Funny perhaps that it should come from a former assassin, but then again he's being instructed by a former surgeon and really, the fact that things like this are now the new normal? Well, it could be worse.]
Got it. I'll try not to hurt you too much.
[His hands are steady though, as is his focus in following the directive. Stitch the wound; trust the spell. He does at least have the care of an army man who knows that a repaired seam or popped button needs to pass uniform inspection, so the stitches are neat and orderly, if not as nice as a trained surgeon could do.]
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once he's finished and the injury is stitched and bandaged, the painful spell already beginning to break down, he lifts his hands and a worn t-shirt appears in them, which he pulls over his head against the slight chill in the air. he turns back to bucky, then, helping him pack away the kit again. ]
Honestly, you're better at this than you seem to think you are. Maybe I should call you next time I get hurt, too. [ instead of christine, who worries enough as it is. ]
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Perhaps it's just wishful thinking. But that hardly matters right now, not when there's the task of cleaning up and packing away the supplies.]
I've performed field repairs on my arm before. I can be delicate. [He shakes his head a little, with a chuckle. He's probably supposed to say something like "next time don't get hurt" but that's not really a thing in their lives anymore.]
You can call me when you're not hurt too, you know. How's the pain?
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