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captainjimothycarter · 5 months

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OOH what about. Teacher AU + Bodyguard AU + steggy!! hope your fic writing goes better too

This was honestly one of the most challenging out and I still even feel like I didn't hit it right. Hope you enjoy!

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Perhaps pointing out that the gentleman in the sharp suit was being followed by the man wearing the oddly sizes-too-small hoodie and the scruffed-up jeans was not the best of his intentions. He only wanted the gentleman to be aware that he, perhaps, wasn't safe.

He just didn't know it would lead to this.

This being the fact that on his short walk home, he found himself walking beside the sharply dressed stranger and had to shove him out of the way of an oncoming car that had no intention of stopping.

To be fair, he must've blacked out before the car hit him because he remembered nothing of it. He remembered nothing of the car hitting him, shattering his left leg, the hospital, or the surgery.

Maybe that was the lucky part.

He just knew at one point he was pushing the guy out of the way and woke up in a private hospital room, surrounded by overly-filled vases with various flowers. He blinked, confused in the dimly lit room, feeling incredibly dizzy as he looked around.

It took him a moment to realize that his leg was in a cast, that the 'floating' feeling was just pain meds being pushed through his veins. Fuck, what the hell had happened?

"You don't need to worry about the bill," a voice to his left startled him, coming from the sharply dressed stranger.

It took his blurry brain to figure out that the stranger was the same one he'd rescued earlier, he recognized him for his silver eyes and the slight scar down his jawline. The sight of those eyes had him filled with tension until they crinkled in the corner with relief as he leaned forward and brushed the fair hair off of Steve's forehead.

"Sorry, that shouldn't have been the first thing I told you... I wanted to thank you for saving my life, Steve. You didn't have to make that decision but it was a very stupid, ridiculous decision that could've gotten you killed. You don't know the damage you've done by saving my life."

Steve's nose wrinkled at the half-ass apology, rolling his head so that he was staring at the stranger. It made two appear in his vision for a moment, blinking hard to clear it. "That's a funny way of thanking someone for saving your life."

"I guess I'm just a funny guy," he shrugged, lips twitching in the corners. "I'm thankful that you saved my life and all but there are some powerful people out there who now think that you're working for me because you saved my life twice by pointing out I was being stalked and then the whole truck-hitting ordeal."

Steve wanted to laugh, and he did, but any sort of laughing just brought on more sharp pain than what he was used to. Instead, he managed a little snort.

"What? Are you in the mafia?" His other little snort dies in the back of his throat, the sudden serious look on the stranger's face. "You're serious... You're fucking serious? You're part of the ma-"

His words are cut off by the hand covering his mouth, muffling any other attempts.

"Will you learn to be quiet for once in your life? I swear they give you a bit of morphine and you're just rambling away like nothing, kid." He rolled his eyes, crossing one leg over the other and huffing. "First off, my name is Bucky, second off, don't just blurt stuff like that out loud. You don't know who's listening. And before you go off about all of this, your ideas of what involves the 'mafia' are skewed by the media."

"Why are you telling me all of this? Are you going to kill me?"

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes. "Now, I am a bit of a masochist, but not when it comes to the American Healthcare System. Why bother paying for your surgery and your private room if I was just going to kill you? I could've just left you to die on the street. No, Stevie, I'm not killing you. I told you all of this so you knew not to act so stupid next time or with your bodyguard."

Steve frowned, catching every so often one of Bucky's words and just having to put the sentence together. "You...I don't have a bodyguard."

"You do now. Come in, Peggy, he's coherent enough to meet you!"

"Barnes, how many times do I have to tell you that there's a difference between being coherent and being stable enough for a proper conversation," the woman who must be Peggy lectured Bucky as she stepped inside. "And this one doesn't look like he's coherent."

Steve felt a shiver rush down his spine at the sight of her - she was gorgeous, sharp jawline and beautiful hazel doe eyes. Standing taller than even his muscular form with the muscular forms amongst her body. She was a walking dream and he felt himself forgetting how to speak the moment he looked at her.

At least this Peggy took interest in that, chuckling at the flush on his cheeks, and looked him up and down. "Well, now I see why you told me that he was my type. I thought you were just lying."

"Hey, I never lie!" Bucky defended himself, rolling his eyes. "I know your type when I see it - broad, muscular, and luscious beard. Plus, word on the street he's some snoozy teacher at the local college."

"Well, what a way to make my job seem beneath you," Steve snorted, using the aid of the bed to sit up. He regretted it, holding onto his leg and groaning. "I teach art and art history at the local college, yes. Nothing snooty about it."

"Easy there, Tiger," Peggy said, grasping the remote to have it gently ease him back into a slight slant so he wasn't hurting so much. "You shattered your leg saving my boss's life. Had to have pins in you."

"As a pleasure you are, ma'am, I don't need a fricken bodyguard. I am fine on my own," Steve argued, ignoring their roll of the eyes.

"Looking' the way you do is not fine, Steve," Bucky argued. "Not with that many pins and needles in you. For now, Peggy will keep an eye on you so you're not pulling any stupid stunts like that again."

"Right, so I'll remember not to save your life," Steve mused, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. He's rewarded with Bucky clapping his shoulder and smiling down at him.

"Just play nice with him, Carter. I don't want to see another report on my desk that you broke another person’s nose while trying to change their sheets.”

Peggy scoffs, rolling her eyes as Bucky walks out the door. "Ignore him. He's a brute. A good boss, but a brute all the same."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Steve huffed, scrubbing at his face. "Look, uh, I've never had a bodyguard before - never exactly needed one so how in the hell is this going to work?"

Peggy shrugged, dragging a chair to sit beside Steve. "How about we focus on the now, darling? For now, I'll stay in this hospital room with you, keep an eye out for anyone that rubs me the wrong way, then we can worry about the future."

That suited him just fine, the less he put his foot in his mouth, the better. He's still not thrilled about having a more or less, glorified babysitter but he can't argue. Hell, he can't even leave, not with his leg like this.

"So," Steve sighed after Peggy had left and came back with lunch for the both of them. The hospital fish stew was not setting nor smelling well. "Is your boss just overreacting here or is my life really in danger? Or is this some guilt technique of his?"

"Not really guilt or survivor's guilt or whatever you want to call it," she explained, pointing her fork full of potatoes in his direction. "He's absolutely serious about them. While they've never really given us much trouble before beyond the little property war or wanting to cause some tidbit over delivery, they've never really tried to kill him before. And with you saving his life, he's worried that you'll be drawn into this little war and that they'll try to kill you. Don't worry, they won't drag this on for years. I'll be in and out of your hair in just a few months."

"Hopefully before I go back to teaching. As pretty as you are, I can’t really explain the whole bodyguard thing to anyone.”

Steve fell silent, more or less stabbing moodily at the food than really eating. He didn't regret saving this Bucky's life, even if it did break his leg, he was more or less annoyed at the whole bodyguard situation.

He's never had a bodyguard before, never particularly needed one. He knew she could handle herself or else she wouldn't be in this position but what the hell was he supposed to do with her? How could she keep him company all the time?

"You should get some rest," Peggy said softly, breaking his line of thought. "Stop thinking so much, I know, I know, don't need to shoot me that look, Professor Rogers. Easier said than done, but no use in you thinking so damn hard and giving yourself a migraine. You're safe with me."

Steve wanted to snap that he didn't even need her here but yet, he knew he couldn't argue with her. He was too exhausted to, it seems like having a broken leg and having morphine slowly dripped into your IV meant that you were going to sleep the days away.

"Alright, my turn to ask a question," Peggy chuckled, lifting Steve's arm so she could wash his armpit. "God, you're stinky. Why did you choose to teach art and art therapy? It's just such an unusual combination, but I am curious as to how your brain works."

Steve's nose wrinkled at the comment. It wasn't his fault that he was stuck in a wheelchair for the next few months and showering was a bit complicated, but they managed.

Peggy had gotten him out of the hospital a few days earlier than planned by informing his doctor that he had an at-home nurse who would assist with any needs, including physical therapy.

He thought Peggy had hired someone to care for him, while she just surveyed and did whatever bodyguard duties existed. He shouldn't have been surprised when she revealed her knowledge of once being a home nurse.

Why didn't it surprise him to know that she was skilled in many areas? It seemed to make sense with her duty of bodyguarding. He still hadn't gotten much out of her with the whole 'mafia-Bucky' incident, she wasn't too keen on informing him on more than what he needed to know.

The less he knew, the better, the safer he would be.

There hadn't been much of an incident that posed the fact that he even needed a bodyguard. There hadn't been any incidents that posed the reality as to why he needed Peggy to be around him nearly 24/7.

There hadn't been any assassination attempts, no one to put air in his IV tube, push his wheelchair in front of traffic, no attempt on his life. No poison in his coffee, unless you count how burnt it tasted.

He'd tried to tell Peggy that her service wasn't needed, in the sweetest manner possible, but she had insisted otherwise and ignored him when he tried to press the issue. Of course, he had no say in this, not when she was hired for this job, and the fact that he had no good argument.

He was stuck in a wheelchair, and his apartment wasn't exactly wheelchair friendly.

The lukewarm water and Peggy's question brought him back to reality, listening to her and feeling his face heating up. Want to know how his brain works? He blinked, trying to think of an answer as she raised his other arm and started to scrub lightly underneath.

"Huh, I've never been asked that before, honestly. Even when the kiddos interview me for some project or another," Steve mused, scratching at his beard and humming slightly. "Well, I guess I just liked how therapeutic art can be when words fail you when you can't get the right words to say how you feel, it's much easier just to sling a bunch of red paint across a canvas than to continue to struggle to find the words. Plus, art is just fun and should be fun, you don't have to have some God-given talent to enjoy scribbling across paper."

Peggy paused in her washing, letting the rag fall back into the bucket, wringing it out. She looked thoughtfully at him, humming. "I've never thought about that point before, honestly. You're quite the out-of-the-box thinker, Rogers."

Her smile sent a thrill through him as she helped dry him off and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Over the last few weeks, he's had to admit that they've gotten rather close and he looked forward to their daily conversations.

He had to admit being around her had brightened his mood after living alone these last few years.

"So, if we're questioning others on career choices, what got you into bodyguarding?"

She shrugged, setting the bucket aside and adjusting Steve's leg on the pillow so it was more comfortable. "It's nothing too exciting or whatever you're imagining. Just a particular set of skills that came of use to him. Some skills just grew over time, learned new ones while under him.

If you're curious as to how we met, I saved his life when he was shot at. Fished the bullet out and everything. He thought that I would make a good bodyguard after I strangled the assailant with just my bare hands, but you don't want to hear that."

Steve made a face, he'd rather honestly hear about this. He wanted to hear all about her life and everything that she did. "You know, we have a few weeks before I can head back to work, I'd love to hear everything you have to say."

Peggy smiled, tilting his head to meet his gaze. "Well, then I guess we better get comfortable."

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