Lil bit of a sneak peak of my “it’s still 2014 and Endgame hasn’t happened yet and the Winter Soldier Foursome are going on adventures destroying HYDRA bases with each other” fic because I’m bored
Just as the blissful darkness of sleep began to take over and Steve finally felt himself begin to relax, his phone rang.
The ringing was muffled. Frowning, Steve opened his eyes and groaned when he remembered he’d left it tucked away in the duffel bag he’d dropped by the closet door. Everything hurt, and the eight or so steps from the bed to the closet suddenly seemed like eight miles worth of steps.
“Someone should get that,” Sam finally groaned as the ringing continued.
Three more rings sounded before Natasha threw an arm over her eyes and muttered, “Someone really should.”
“Not it,” Bucky said, and flailed one arm onto Steve’s midriff.
The four of them collapsing onto the same bed after locking the hotel room behind them probably hadn’t been the best of ideas, especially now that they were all equally painfully far from the phone and it’s insistent ringing. Steve heaved a deep sigh, counted to three, and eased himself up into a hunched seated position. His back ached and the wound on his thigh throbbed. His head felt like a balloon with too much air that was four seconds from popping, but he knew that out of the four of them, he was the only one whose wounds had healed enough for him to move around without collapsing into a heap of pain.
Gingerly, he lifted Nat’s limp legs off his waist and moved a pillow under them instead, wincing sympathetically at his friend’s pained groan. Slowly, carefully, he got to his feet and limped towards the duffel bag, placing a hesitant hand over the still throbbing injury on his leg.
“Whoever it is,” Bucky said as Steve set his jaw against the pain and slowly bent at the waist to ruffle through the bag. “Tell ‘em to send food.”