HC Bingo Round 9 Fill: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT (fic)

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Title:I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

Fandom: Marvel MCU

Prompt: hospital stays

Medium: fic

Wordcount: 697

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: implied torture both medical and otherwise (not explicit); PTSD

Summary Steve thinks Bucky should go to the field hospital after the march back from the Hydra facility where he'd been held captive with the other Howling Commandos. Bucky very strongly disagrees, thank you very much. The Howlies kick back and watch the ensuing bitchfest.

Or, one fresh hot mess of a terribly formatted, script-like outline that commits many grammatical sins and engages in general editorial mayhem, but will soon become a fic.

Or, tl;dr: a draft-stage tragedy in three acts, masquerading as a comedy.
 

[Bucky, freaking out on the way to a field hospital after Howlies & co make the march back from Kreichsberg where they were held captive until Steve busted them all out]

Steve: You were bleeding from your ears

Bucky: Yeah? You used to bleed from your entire face all the time. I’m pretty sure you horked up one entire lung onto our kitchen floor that one night,

Howlies: ::greenface::

Bucky: but I never saw you get anywhere near a hospital I didn’t drag you to

Steve:

Bucky: Don’t you fucking dare you stupid ox

Steve: I will put you on my hip and carry you there myself you’re acting like a toddler

Bucky: There are men literally dying, right now, this very moment, who need the medics a hell of a lot more than I do. You can’t make me go.

Steve: Sorry, how many chevrons is that on your uniform? And here I thought my eyesight had gotten better.

Bucky: Are you...pulling rank...on me....you’re carrying a showgirl prop you sonofabitch you don’t get to pull rank because some USO fuckwad stage-named you cApTaiN aMeRicA

Steve, sotto voce: i kept the suit buck

Bucky:

Steve: yes even the tights

Bucky:

Steve: am...I still gonna have to carry you

Bucky: p l e a s e

[Out of the Howlies earshot, heading thru camp, Bucky balks, blanches]

Steve: Are you okay

Bucky: I AM!! FINE!!! LET US GO INTO THE MEDICAL TENT WITH THE MEDICS AND THEIR MEDICAL EQUIPMENT!!!

Steve: I can hear your teeth cracking pls stop clenching your jaw so hard and breathe

Bucky: I BREATHED ENOUGH ALREADY TODAY!!! I AM O K A Y !!!!

[Awaiting evaluation inside the tent]

Steve: puts hand on Bucky’s knee to stop it bouncing

Bucky: can’t light the twelve cigarettes he’s trying to smoke all at once, sweats thru 2 layers of gear, eyes everywhere

Steve: gives him a light, rubs the back of his neck

Bucky: levitates directly out of his chair and phase-shifts to outside the tent, puking behind a treestump, hyperventilating

Steve: jesus christ buck

Bucky: Y O U T O L D M E T O B R E A T H E LOOOKATMEBREATHINGNOW

Steve: does not know what to do with the exact opposite of an asthma attack, feels useless and guilty for dragging bucky there, waits out the panic attack with him, doesn’t touch him again, fends off any possible onlookers

Bucky: flushed red, mortified, viciously surly, throws dirt or a punch at Steve when Steve looks at him even remotely sympathetically, don’t fuckin give me that look u bastard u know better

Steve: has literally never seen bucky look like this ever and is legit v. scared. I do know better, i’m sorry

Bucky: fuck you am i fucking dismissed cA pTa iN

Steve: just --- whatever they did to you, it’s --- I’m not asking, Buck, you don’t --- I know you dont’ wanna talk about it, nobody would, but I gotta know you’re not injured or---?

Bucky: o r w h a t STEVE

Steve: D: D:

Bucky: I told you i’m fine. I’m walking. I’m breathing. Look at my fucking ears Steve am I bleeding from my fucking ears anymore? If I am it’s only bc I have had to listen to your bullshit since we got to base and it’s making my fucking brain leak out of my skull you have to S TO P

Steve: D :

Bucky: I’m fine. I’m … I’ll be fine. Just. Don’t need a medic, is all.

Steve: ……………………………………………..okay. No medics. Bad idea, forget I suggested it.

Bucky, already booking it away from the medical tent: FORGET WHAT I CANT HEAR U MY EARS ARENT WORKING

Steve: I SEE YOU HAVE KEPT ALL THE STUPID WITH YOU JUST LIKE I SAID

Bucky: flips two birds

Howlies, sotto voce: so, they’re married, yeah? Definitely married.

Bucky: WE’RE DIVORCED YOU FUCKSTICKS

Steve: Tights.

Bucky: Trips in the mud and faceplants. I hate you with my whole entire soul, Rogers.

Steve: Love you too, Sarge.

Bucky, scraping mud off his face: Never call me that again it is nOT arousin g a t a l l

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