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They get to know each other in the back of an ambulance.
“So,” Bucky’s voice sounds strained as he looks up at her. “You in school?”
The paramedic riding along with them is less than a foot away and seems perplexed by this line of questioning. He’d been a textbook professional since finding them – asking them all the necessary questions with a straight look on his face, and he’s done a remarkable job at keeping them both calm as he and his partner moved them to the ambulance.
It’s only now that he seems to slip, a bizarre little noise escaping him that sounds like a fucking laugh.
There is absolutely nothing about this fucking situation that is funny.
“Hey—!” She starts and twists to fix the man with a glare – but that’s a huge mistake because fucking ow. Bucky’s hands land heavily on the girl’s hips to hold her still, while both of them let out loud hisses of pain. “—shitfuckow.”
Bucky wheezes out a pained laugh.
She moves her body back, straightening out and fixing the pull for both of them. It’s not like it stops hurting – ha, not at all – but it helps. When she sits straight, it goes back to the constant, stinging pain they’ve been dealing with for the last forty minutes.
“Sorry,” she breathes.
“S’ok,” Bucky says.
The girl shifts her hands a little. Her wrists are getting sore from holding herself up at this angle, but there’s not much to be done. She’s not brave enough to risk stretching it out, not when it could hurt so much more in other places.
She leaves her hands where they are, and does her darnedest to stay still.
“So?” Bucky says. “Are you in school?”
The girl only answers because she kind of understands what Bucky’s trying to do. If they can talk about something, anything, they might be able to distract themselves from their – um, situation. “Yeah, uh. I’m a double major in American Literature and History”
Bucky smiles - and who is this guy that can smile at a time like this? “Cool,” he says. “That’s cool.”
He’s doing a remarkable job at staying calm – his voice nice and slow, his breathing even – but he’s clearly in just as much pain. Every time she so much as shifts on top of him, Bucky’s chest stills for a second and the bare muscles of his chest tense. He’s better at dealing with pain than she is, then. Bucky brings his hands up, after a second, to hold her waist steady and help her keep still.
He keeps his eyes on her. “Where at?”
“What?” she asks.
“Where are you studying?” Bucky asks.
Right. The questions.
“Brooklyn College,” she says. And because this conversation is the only thing keeping her from fucking crying, she figures she can return the favour. “What – uh, what about you?”
Bucky keeps looking at her. The girl figures it’s because of the angle – hard not to look at someone who’s fucking straddling you – but it doesn’t really stop her feeling a little flustered.
Ordinarily, she wouldn’t mind looking back. Not at all. It’s nice looking at Bucky. Bucky has nice eyes.
But no.
Those kinds of thoughts are exactly what got them into this in the first place, damnit.
The ambulance jostles a little, going over some bump in the road. Bucky’s fingers dig into her hips as the impact hits them, but she doesn’t really notice. She’s too busy forcing herself to stay quiet, to swallow the sound of pain that’s fighting so desperately to escape. Fuck this, she thinks after a litany of other curses spill through her head. Literally, fuck everything about this situation.
The paramedic leans forward. “You alright?” he checks.
The girl shoots him a very dark, very angry look. “What the fuck do you think?” she snarls.
Bucky’s fingers dig in again, and this time she does notice. She looks back down at him, ready to snap at him as well – but Bucky’s too quick.
“Hey,” he says gently, like they’re not complete fucking strangers. “It’s fine, we’re fine. Ask me another question.”
He runs his thumb across her hip bone. She swallows thickly, stifling the tears that are threatening to spill over and takes a deep breath instead.
“What—?” She tries, “Are you studying?” she asks.
Bucky keeps his eyes wide open, holding her gaze and refusing to give it up. “Philosophy,” he says. “Got a late start — my best friend and I served for a while to pay for school, but I’m actually at BC, too.”
She lets out a horrible little chuckle. What are the chances, right? Of course they’re at the same university. They probably know the same professors, and the same TA’s, and maybe even a few of the same friends. And those friends and professors are probably going to find out about this – and then they’re going to know about what happened to them – about how she and Bucky are sitting in the back of an ambulance, on the way to the hospital, because Bucky’s got his dick stuck inside her.
Of course.
The girl’s laughter turns a little hysterical, but she figures she can probably get away with it. She does have a pretty great excuse, after all.
She leans a little closer. It’s not difficult – not with the way she’s already pressed so close, straddling Bucky’s hard hips with his equally hard dick nestled tightly between her thighs.
The paramedic clears his throat and looks away.
She can feel her temper rising – very quickly, and very close to boiling point. Her thighs hurt and her vagina hurts even more and as far as she’s concerned that’s as good a reason as any to go a little crazy.
She gets as close as she can, before it starts to really hurt again, and looks manically down at Bucky.
“And what,” she says savagely, “do philosophy professors tell you about getting your dick pierced?”
Bucky laughs, because he’s a fucking jackass. A jackass with a giant cock, that’s stuck inside of her, that jostles a little as he lets out his little breath of amused air.
“They haven’t told me anything about it, specifically,” he says after a second. “But from my personal experience, I’m getting that it’s a bad idea.”
He’s joking. He's actually fucking joking. But even as he chuckles, he keeps his giant hands on her hips and holds her steady – and when the ambulance goes over the next bump, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it had.
Who the fuck is this guy?
::
They’re wheeled through the hospital a little more publicly that she would have liked. It had been a herculean task to get her into the hospital gown she was now wearing – one that had caused both her and Bucky to cry out in pain more than once. They hadn’t even bothered getting Bucky one – he was underneath her, for starters, and all of his ‘delicate bits’ were already nicely hidden away by her — inside her.
She’d done her best to fan the gown out, and cover them as much as she could – but there was only so much they could hide.
When they’re finally hidden in a private room, it’s barely two seconds before the doctors are with them.
“Hello,” a good looking middle-aged man says as he enters. Two other doctors trail him inside both looking a bizarre mix of horrified and gleeful. “My name’s Dr. Banner, I’ll be your doctor today.”
Bucky turns his head to look, and actually fucking smiles. “Hello,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”
“Seriously?” The girl says.
Bucky ignores her – which is a bit rude, considering they’ve only known each other for a few hours. “I’m Bucky and this is my... Friend,” he says to the doctor. “Thank you so much for taking our case.”
The girl sighs. “Bucky,” she says. “We’re in the E.R., he has to take our case.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t say thank you, doll,” Bucky says reproachfully.
And god, how fucked is it that she’s literally got this guy stuck inside her and she’s getting flustered by a nickname.
(Although, it’s not exactly like she hasn’t heard ‘Doll’ from Bucky before. It’s just that this is the first time it wasn’t just a hot, wet pant at her ear; a desperate ‘so good, Doll, so fucking good.’)
She resolutely ignores the heat creeping up her neck. She is not blushing, damnit.
“I’m very glad to help, Bucky,” Dr. Banner says back. “Could you tell me about the pain you’re experiencing?”
For the first time in this whole ordeal, Bucky looks a little flustered. His cheeks turn pink and he glances awkwardly up at her before looking back over to their doctor.
“Um,” he tries. “Well, we’ve, uh—”
She rolls her eyes and takes over. It’s not like she’s got any dignity to preserve anyway. “This stupid fuck got his dick pierced,” she explains, “and it’s caught on something.”
One of the doctors in the background – an intern, if her knowledge from medical drama shows is correct – winces.
“I see,” Dr. Banner says, nodding his head. He looks completely unconcerned by their situation, which is kind of nice. Maybe they’re not the weirdest people to have been admitted to this hospital. “And what are you feeling, specifically?”
She shrugs before she remembers that it’ll hurt, and she and Bucky both flinch at the pain. “Shit, sorry,” She says.
“M’fine,” Bucky strains, sounding not fine at all.
She looks back to the doctor. “It feels like I said,” she says, “like it’s caught on me. Can’t tell you more than that.”
Even if she could, she wouldn’t have done it in front of all these people anyway.
“Have you had any problems with the piercing before?” Dr. Banner asks.
There’s a pause that lasts a second too long. The girl, who had stayed silent to let Bucky answer, turns to look at the doctor and frown. It appears that the question has been directed at her.
“What?” she splutters. “No – I don’t have anything pierced!”
For a second she gets caught on that. Is it even possible to get a piercing inside of you? An inner-vaginal piercing. How would that even work?
She doesn’t get to dwell on the thought for long. Dr. Banner clears his throat. “Sorry,” he says, “I meant with Bucky’s piercing. Has anything like this ever happened to you both before?”
Oh.
Right.
This very lovely doctor has made the completely natural assumption that they’re together. That their relationship extends beyond the past four hours, when she had met Bucky at that bar near campus.
Which, you know, is fair enough.
“Nah, we only met tonight,” Bucky says.
She can feel the judgement, Jesus Christ.
She does deserve it though. There is a guy literally stuck up her vagina.
Still, she starts to splutter out of instinct. “No, wait – hang on,” she starts to protest. “I mean, yes that’s what happened – but we’re both responsible and consenting and—”
“Doll,” Bucky says – and it stops her short. “I don’t think they need to know about the decision making process.”
She splutters some more. “That’s a bit rich from the guy who thanked the doctor for doing his job.”
Bucky scowls. “Manners.”
God, he looks fucking adorable.
In the same second that her takes to focus on the dimple in Bucky’s chin, the smile slips from Bucky’s face and he lets out a pained noise. Or, at least, it sounds pained.
She feels her face go white.
Bucky’s hands clench down at her hips, holding her still, while all the doctors crowd forward. “What is it?” Dr. Banner asks, stepping closer and looking down at Bucky. “Any extra pain?”
Bucky is tense when he answers – a vein throbbing at his throat, his hands tight on her hips and an all-too familiar flush working across his chest. “Just,” he says through clenched teeth, “um.”
The look he shoots her is so wholly apologetic that she can’t even really blame him for what he says next.
“If you could, um, be careful when you, uhh—”
Oh, god.
“—clench?” Bucky says.
Dr. Banner’s ears turn pink. Behind him, one of the interns tries unsuccessfully to mask their laugh with a cough.
“Sorry,” Bucky says.
She just closes her eyes, and wonders if she’s ever going to be able to look anyone in the eye again.
“Alright then!” Dr. Banner says very loudly. He claps his hands together, and looks about as uncomfortable as a doctor should in this situation. “Dr. Carter is going to take you down to x-ray so we can get a better look – and then we’ll see what we can do about getting you unstuck. How’s that sound?”
She stays quiet, so it’s up to Bucky to reply. “Good,” he says, and he has the decency to sound a little bashful. “That sounds very good.”
She doesn’t open her eyes until they’ve been wheeled from the room.
::
They’re told to sit as still as possible while they do the x-ray. She’s only ever had one x-ray before, and it was when she’d broken her arm playing soccer in the third grade. Her mother had been there to hold her hand while they checked out her bones, and then again while they put her cast on.
This was a different kind of experience. They’re actually taking a picture of the dick inside of her. There is a dick stuck inside her vagina and they’re taking a picture of it.
“This is fucking insane,” She whispers to Bucky.
Her shoulders and her arms are really starting to hurt now, and she’s absurdly jealous of Bucky – who looks far more comfortable where he’s lying down.
He’s also pouting a little, now that she’s looking. She doesn’t like that at all.
“Buck?” she says.
Buck? Okay, that’s new.
It works though, apparently, because Bucky starts talking. The dimple in his chin deepens as well, like he’s pleased for the barely-there nickname (or at least she hopes that’s why he’s pleased.)
“You don’t really think I’m a stupid fuck, do you?” he asks quietly.
He sounds unsure, more unsure than he has all day (which is incredible considering the day they’ve had) – and she finds it oddly endearing; this sweet, lovely guy whose worried what she thinks of him.
But she’s always been a bit of a bitch – and she’s certainly never dealt with vulnerability well.
“Well,” she says, “I don’t really know you, do I?”
With her friends, with Natasha or Clint, they’d know she’s joking. They’d know she’s messing around to avoid having to actually talk.
Bucky doesn’t know.
“Oh,” he says, his voice sounding so, so small.
She backtracks immediately. “No,” she says quickly. “No, hey. Of course I don’t think that, you’re the sweetest.”
Bucky scowls. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better,” he says stubbornly.
She would quite like to kiss the crease of his brow, maybe even the stubble lining his jaw, but now is probably not the best time.
Words are better, while they’re still – ahem – attached.
“I’m not,” She says – Bucky still looks doubtful so she very carefully lifts her hand. She pokes Bucky’s cheek gently. “Hey, I’m not. You’ve got your cock stuck inside me and you’re still asking the doctors if they’re having a good day—”
That’s not even a lie. He totally had. As soon as Dr. Carter had got them inside the x-ray machine, Bucky was apologising for the inconvenience and checking to make sure that they hadn’t ruined the pretty doctor’s day.
“You’re incredible,” She finishes, and she means it ten-thousand percent.
Bucky appears mollified, when his smile returns full force. He avoids her eye, and bites his lip – the fucking vixen. Then he ruins it.
“God, Rogers is going to talk about this for years to come. My- my friend,” he says.
Of course she would be right about them having mutual acquaintances — Steve Rogers happens to be in several of her lectures. She scrunches up her nose and groans – it shifts them, because of course it does, abruptly reminding her of the lovely dick she’s sitting on.
“Oh god,” she says weakly, “Let’s not talk about people who could tease me for this right now, please?”
Bucky brightens. “So you do know Stevie! Him being a history major and all I thought maybe but- Do you have any of the same classes?” he asks.
“What did I just say?”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
The lights switch back on abruptly and she flinches at the change in light. By the time she’s recovered, Dr. Carter has stepped out from behind the glass and is smiling at them. “We should have the results in the next fifteen minutes – until we see what’s going on, we don’t know what equipment we’ll need to, uh, separate you,” The doctor clears her throat awkwardly. “We’re going to keep you here until we know, does that sound alright?”
It’s not like they’re going anywhere without third party help, the girl thinks. It’s up to whoever’s steering the gurney.
“That sounds great, Dr. Carter,” Bucky says. “Thank you so much.”
“So doc,” She says, because it looks like they’ve got a few minutes of free time here – and she’s not interested in any more uncomfortable silences. “Are we the most hopeless case you’ve seen yet?”
Bucky pinches her hip in reprimand. “Don’t call us hopeless,” he says.
She really, really likes him, god.
Dr. Carter just smiles wryly. “Nope, no way.”
“What?” Bucky says, and for all his ‘not hopeless’ talk, he sounds genuinely surprised. “Really?”
If she were able to move more than an inch without hurting herself, she’d punch Bucky in the shoulder or something. She settles for tugging fondly at a rogue piece of his hair.
Bucky’s cheeks colour slightly, and she tries not to read into it.
Dr. Carter doesn’t seem to notice the exchange. Too excited by the story that she’s going to tell, apparently, about the people who’d done more than get a dick stuck in them.
“Once,” Dr. Carter says, “we had this kid come in with, like, a groin issue.” This woman is a doctor, the girl thinks she should probably be able to say penis. Dick, at least. “And it turns out his girlfriend had been blowing him, right?”
Bucky and the girl both nod their heads eagerly.
Dr. Carter looks more excited, if anything.
“But she had braces, right?”
She and Bucky brace themselves.
“And they’d knocked over something, or whatever, and it scared her so she pulled off – but, like, the braces caught?”
The noise that they both make could easily be attributed to their own medical issue – The girl sucks in a breath so hasty it hisses through her teeth and she clearly moves or something because Bucky’s fingers dig in deep and he makes about the same sound.
Dr. Carter grins.
“Well,” The doctor says, eyes turning wicked. “You ever seen a butterflied sausage?”
::
When Dr. Banner returns to explain their plan of action, she feels a little ill. The specifics are – well, they’re not pretty. And they require three of the doctors to crowd around the spot that she and Bucky are connected.
(If she’s one hundred percent honest, it’s not like she hasn’t thought about the idea of more than one person getting up close and personal with her while naked—guys or girls, because Dr. Carter is, admittedly, very pretty. But her daydreams had followed a slightly different set of circumstances.)
Well, she thinks as the doctors get started. No time like the present to learn how to master memory repression.
Bucky stays quiet as well, probably feeling as uncomfortable as she does. In fact, when a brief conversation does break out — it’s the doctors.
“Dude,” one of the interns breaks the silence suddenly, an accent noticeable even in his quiet interruption. When she twists her head to see what the problem is, a bottle blond male intern is staring at Bucky incredulously. “How are you still hard?”
She whips her head back around, eyes wide and heart thumping in a split second. Blood rushes to her cheeks so quickly her head feels a little light.
“Dr. Maximoff!” Dr. Banner reprimands him with a scowl.
“Sorry!” the intern says hastily, not sounding very sorry at all. “It’s just – they’ve been here almost an hour now!”
Dr. Banner grins. She’s beginning to learn that this doesn’t bode well. “That says more about your stamina than it does about his, I think,” he smirks at the blond.
Instead of puffing up his chest, like any other human male would have done, Dr. Maximoff just rolls his eyes. He looks back at Bucky with an incredibly serious look on his face.
“Seriously,” he says. “What’s your secret?”
Bucky’s been pretty shameless so far, but this seems to be his limit. He blushes cutely, his eyes darting around wildly like he’s too embarrassed to look her in the eye. Which, considering their current situation, is fucking ridiculous.
“Well, you know,” he says, as the flush creeps steadily down his neck. “Look at her.” He gestures vaguely in the girl’s direction, as her heart jackrabbits into her throat. “S’not exactly hard.”
“Looks pretty hard to me, actually,” Dr. Carter says.
“Sharon!” Dr. Banner hisses, scandalized.
The girl is too busy staring down at Bucky, her pulse thumping wildly, to pay them too much attention though. Bucky is still smiling bashfully, but it’s faded a little – like he’s not sure how she’s going to react.
How can this even be happening, her brain demands.
She’s sitting on a gurney, straddling a guy she met five hours ago with a dick stuck inside of her and three strangers are trying very hard to get a closer look – and suddenly the only thing she can think about is that this guy, this lovely, incredibly handsome guy, thinks that she’s attractive.
Is there even an appropriate way to express that?
In the end she just shuffles a little, keeping her lower half as still as possible while she lifts one of her hands up. She finds Bucky’s in seconds, and it might not be her place to do so but she threads their fingers together.
She’s had Bucky’s dick in her for like an hour and a half, alright? They can hold hands.
::
The moment of separation is fucking blissful.
Sure, there’s a tiny moment where she feels absurdly empty, where her skin suddenly protests the lack of another warm body to touch – but it’s quickly overwhelmed. The insides of her thighs are aching from being spread so long, and Bucky’s sharp hipbones have absolutely left some bruises. Her back is killing when she’s helped off the gurney, and fuck does her crotch hurt.
Bucky’s the only one who could possibly understand, so the girl turns to him for sympathy.
But Bucky’s rushing out of the room. “I need to pee so bad,” he says hastily, shooting her a quick apologetic look. His dick had gone soft almost as soon as he’d been released and he looks pretty desperate.
“You’re going to have some slight tearing,” Dr. Banner tells the girl, while it’s just her. “It’s just kind of like a paper cut but – ”
“Inside my vagina?” She interrupts sweetly. Her good mood has arrived at rocket speed – freedom feels so, so good.
Dr. Banner flushes slightly – which is hilarious, from a doctor who’s been so close and personal. But he smiles begrudgingly when she quirks an eyebrow at him. “Yes,” he says. “It shouldn't take too long to heal – but you’ll be tender for a while.”
Bucky chooses this exact moment to reappear at the door – completely fucking naked, his hands cupped awkwardly over his bits - just in time for the good news.
“No sex for you for a few weeks, at least,” Dr. Banner orders her gravely.
Bucky’s cheeks go slightly pink under his stubble. When he looks up to meet her eye, he looks a little embarrassed – but mostly amused.
“I’m blaming you for this,” She says, in an effort to keep things light.
Bucky bows his head. “Fair enough,” he says solemnly.
“The same goes for you,” Dr. Banner says to Bucky. “We’ll need to do a quick follow up to make sure the piercing hasn’t done any hidden damage – but you’ll be out of commission for at least a month.”
Bucky looks a little disappointed at that, but who wouldn’t be?
It gets quiet for a minute, and she feels abruptly uncomfortable again. Right, she thinks. That’s the end of that. She’s got her instructions, and she’s no longer impaled on Bucky’s dick. She can go home.
“Uh,” she says awkwardly. “Okay.”
She looks at Bucky, like he could possibly give her any answers. She doesn’t even know the fucking question. She feels, this feels – incomplete, unfinished, fragmented.
“I’ll, um,” she tries again. “I’ll be going, then.”
Bucky watches her strangely for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His smile has vanished, replaced instead by tight lines that pull at the corner of his eyes.
“Right,” he says his voice suddenly gruff.
She nods her head jerkily. “Okay, then.”
She turns; her first few steps are a little wobbly as she regains her bearings. She’s still in the hospital gown, but seeing as they'd lacked the foresight to bring clothes with them from home, it looked like she was about to do the most shameful of all walks of shame. Her ass is still hanging out, the lack of underwear and the paper dress are doing little to block the breeze that’s hitting her crotch - which, by the way, really fucking hurts. (And her heart? Does her heart kind of hurt? Why does her heart hurt?)
She looks at her feet and walks out the door. And that’s just rude because she didn’t even say thank you – not even to Dr. Banner who, fifteen minutes ago, was as close to her as only seven guys have ever been before.
(And she didn’t say goodbye to Bucky – Bucky, who had held her close and kept her calm for the last two hours – Bucky, who’d joked and talked about his best friend and asked the doctors how their day was.)
The bottom of her feet slap against the hospital floor.
She’s walking away, she thinks. Just like she would have if it had been a normal one night stand. No strings, no attachments. She’s walking away.
“Wait!” Bucky’s voice sings down the corridor.
Oh, thank god.
She spins around. Bucky’s rushed out of the hospital room, his hair wild and his eyes wilder. And, wow, he is still very, very naked. He reaches her in two or three big steps, and only stops when he’s an inch too close.
“You can’t leave yet” he says, his voice slightly puffed.
“Oh, why not?” She asks.
Bucky doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t pause, doesn’t even blink.
“Because I haven’t— Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asks, a crazy smile on his face.
No crazier than the smile she’s now got plastered on, she thinks.
“Absolutely,” She says. “But you’ll need to get rid of that fucking piercing.”
::
(Later)
“Bucky,” Her friend Natasha gushes six months later, face completely smitten. The redhead has had a few glasses of wine, but no more than the rest of them — group introductions of mutual friends requires a certain amount of booze. “You’ve still got to win my approval—” Natasha goes on, and they all know she’s lying because Bucky charmed her in seconds—
“—this one swears she’ll never tell me but you have to tell me — how did you two meet?”