hurt \ comfort

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Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
23. WILDCARD. Anything missing? Make your own, and tell us about it in your top level!.

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[brooklyn_boy]

"Shut up and just... Just fix the bleeding."

Sam looked at him with a very reasonable look of 'Excuse me?' but Steve was already focused back on Bucky. His hand was still shaking, more pronounced now as the adrenaline drained out. Thank God Sam was a professional and would kick Steve's ass later. For now he got to work making sure the slug didn't kill Bucky from exsanguination.

"You're supposed to follow the plan. I had a plan."

"A stupid plan that you shared with no one," Natasha chimed in, ignored completely.

Steve turned his head so he could glare right down at Bucky on the table. "What if this had been worse? I had you where you needed to be and then you just... Just go and chase after me? What if you...fucking shit, Buck. How many times am I going to lose you?"

[make_it_hurt]

"You've known me since you were a kid, did you really think I was just going to let you run off into danger alone!" He started struggling to sit up, pushing against Sam's hands.

He gave up, weak and exhausted from the fight. But he still glared up at Steve. "We're a team, you fucking asshole. And don't snap at Sam. Go sit down over there, or something. Eat something, I'm sure you're hungry."

He knew he was fairly hungry. Tired, and in pain despite the morphine. He turned his head to watch Sam exchange the gauze that was utterly sopping with blood for another wad.

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve stepped back, eyes wide as though Bucky had just slapped him. "Are you seriously giving me orders? That's rich, Buck. That's really, really rich." He still walked over to a seat nearby, crashing down in it, but that was just because he could see he was getting into Sam's way. Pissed as he was, he wanted Bucky healed as fast as possible. That was more important than reaming him out for this.

He collapsed into the seat and, with an exhale, the fight went right out of his body. He could remember the battle. The deep, certain fear that Bucky was going off script and he'd get hurt. And then the horrified terror when a bullet slammed into his shoulder and, for a second, Steve was sure it was his heart. He'd been distracted. It had happened because he'd been distracted. He hadn't wanted Bucky there and, now that he was, Steve had his attention divided.

And Bucky had paid for that.

He curled forward, hands digging into his hair and then covering over his face. The shaking is there and he can see it now. It's almost funny that he'd be the one experiencing low-key shock when he was the only one coming out of this with no injuries. He steadied his breathing and tried to calm himself down.

Behind his eyes, all he could see was blood. White capped mountains. A Winter Soldier trying to kill him, not knowing his face.

Losing him over and over again.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to fight with you," he blurted out honestly. "If you're just going to do what you want and risk getting yourself killed for me. How am I supposed to fight with you?"

[make_it_hurt]

"You remember what you told me? You're 'with me til the end of the line?' That goes both ways, got it?" Bucky flopped his head back. Steve wasn't the only one going into shock, but the pain was sustaining him a bit longer. Now that they were out of danger and he was dosed up pretty heavy with morphine, no doubt he'd be going into something approaching more, actual shock soon enough.

"You're both dumbasses," Sam muttered. "Headstrong dumbasses who don't know how to take care of themselves, let alone each other. Just lay back, Bucky, try to breathe. We'll be at the triage center in a minute."

"Thanks for sticking your finger in they dike, Sam, really appreciate it." Not that he could tell, but the blood flow was starting to ease with continued pressure. It would still need more robust medical treatment, but he wasn't about to bleed out on the way there.

[brooklyn_boy]

That sentence was still the magic spell that it had always been. Steve looked up at that and set his jaw. Somewhere, he knows that Sam is right and that Natasha was right. They're all right, which is what made this so hard. It's what made the whole situation hard; they had a job to do and it was a shit job that left people dead. There was no way that someone could ask someone else not to do that and still expect them to be effective.

But at the same time, Steve couldn't lose his best friend all over again. It was the epitome of a no-win situation.

"Yeah, yeah. Save your air for deep breaths."

He got up and grabbed another stack of bandages, handing them to Sam as he kept working. He grabs a blanket next and stretches it over Bucky's legs, knowing that with a lack of blood his temperature control would be off.

"You know if I were laying here, you'd be just as pissed. Don't you remember when I punched Dominic Barro for talking about you? You weren't happy for the help..."

[make_it_hurt]

"Yeah, I wasn't happy about 90-pound you throwing yourself at that hulk, can't imagine why." Bucky rolled his eyes. He reached down to pull the blanket up a bit. He hadn't thought he was cold, but apparently he was feeling a bit chilled because he was warmer with the blanket on him.

Nat set down the quinjet rather skillfully considering her concussion then opened the back. The triage area was a mess, but most of the fighting had already died down so there were nurses there immediately, helping to load Bucky onto a stretcher and carry him into the tent.

"Gunshot, left shoulder, the round's still in his arm. I gave him morphine already. Still bleeding, it's pretty torn up in there." Sam walked alongside them, still with the pressure on Bucky's shoulder.

Nat sighed and headed to the back as well, pausing next to Steve. "Let's go get checked out, big boy, and then you can go back out and get yourself into trouble alone."

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve wanted to argue. He wanted to follow Bucky and he wanted to insist that he hadn't been trying to get into trouble. He wanted to just. Keep going. But Bucky was being rolled away to be taken care of and he was still shaking and increasingly worn out. He could keep fighting once everyone was patched up.

He let himself be dragged down to an examination room and poked at. They inspected his hands, cleaned off the blood and made sure there was no injuries there. Then they started from the top of his head moving down to make sure there was nothing else they'd missed. He'd insisted he was fine, just shooken up. He'd even protested taking off his shirt. Right up until they pointed out a red bullet hole that was punched in the side.

He'd been shot.

It was minor, clearly, halfway to healed and the internal damage nil. It had gone straight through, as well, meaning there was no slug like in Bucky. So he was fine. Released within an hour and cleaned up and changed within two.

Which gave him plenty of time to think.

He hadn't even known he was injured. Hadn't felt it. Hadn't noticed it because his attention had been elsewhere. Even during the battle it had been elsewhere. And he'd been so busy being angry about that, Steve hadn't asked himself some larger questions that issue seemed to highlight.

Steve walked into Bucky's room as soon as he was cleared to have guests. He didn't say anything as he pulled a chair over and set it next to the bed. Two hours and he had one question. He leaned forward, not saying hi. Not saying anything other than what was on his mind:

"Are we compromised?"