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Sniffing Hermione whipped her cheek with her sleeve, scowling the man who sat opposite her. He at least had the decency looked down in shame. She was being harsh she knew it, but every time she moved her shoulder Hermione could feel herself crashing into the brick wall and her scowl depend. Trickles of blood came dripping on her check again and with a long-suffering sigh, Hermione grabbed her beaded the tissues which were located on the other side of the table. She looked up just at the same time see the dark brown eyes flicking away from her. Perhaps I was a little too harsh, she mused.
"Give me your hand."
"What?" The man's eyes wide in panic, right arm cradled to his chest. Hermione's own eyes softened and a small smile slowly grew on her face.
"Sargent Barns", she said her voice level but friendly. "Like I have told you before Steve sent me and you and I both know he wouldn't want you harmed." The warm smile didn't leave her face and Bucky tried to find any other indications of lying, but he couldn't find anything.
Slowly he lifted his arm from his chest and placing it in her small, soft hands. It had been a long time since somebody had touched him without any malice or ulterior motive, so when her slender fingers ran over the cuts, she herself had caused he watched her with the same suspicion he would HYDRA agents. He watched her brow furrow and her golden-brown eyes inspect the damage she done with an air of professionalism before she placed his arm in her lap and pulled out a beaded bag from the side of the chair followed by the polished stick she had used on him before.
He ripped his arm from her and stumbled back into the all as he seen it, eyes narrowed and ready to strike. Hermione only raised an eyebrow at him as he glared back. "Honestly if I had wanted to do anything to you I'd have already done it." She muttered more to herself, opening the clasp of the bag she flicked her wand and a little bottle came flying out. "So are you going to be standing there or will you let me help you?" When Bucky still didn't speak, she rolled her eyes, leaning back on the chair with crossed arms. "Look I'm going to heal you if you like it or not. I just thought it would be nice if you had the illusion of choice." She huffed.
His dark eyes meet hers and for a moment Hemione though she was going to have to use body binding hex on him just so she could heal his wounds, then he nodded, picked up the chair he had kicked over in his haste and sat back down. The suspicion still clear in his dark brown eyes. A quick nod and Hermione took his hand back into her lap. Quickly analysing his injuries again, with a similar single-mindedness usual to professional.
"Are you a nurse?" Bucky couldn't help it, something about her manner was just so familiar.
Hermione looked up. "No. Open this please." She added handing him the small bottle, with the label read Dittany. Bucky did as he was told, pulling the small cork from the bottle and was greeted by a little puff of clear smoke. As he did that Hermione pulled another bottle out of the little purple bag, this one larger than and by all logic couldn't have fitted in the small bag. Frowning Bucky watched as she pulled a spoon from the bag and poured the contents of the lager bottle on it. "This isn't going to be to pleasant, but it will help with your cracked bones." He nodded and she took the other bottle out of his hands in exchange it with the spoon. "Just try and keep it down." With a small hand gesture, he downed the liquid. Instantly he started coughing and gaging as the foul-tasting substance brunt his thought. Horrified he turned to the young brunet who gave him an apologetic smile. "I would say that was the worst part but I would be lying." Before he could ask her what she meant searing pain going up his right arm, looking down he watched her drop a couple of ropes on his wounds, his skin was sizzling and white smoke was wafting upwards.
"What! What is that!" Bucky was about ready to launch himself at the girl when he realised what was happening. With bated breath, the super soldier watched has his skin knitted itself together. He looked up to her. "What is that?"
"Essence of Dittany." She said placing the cork back in to it place and dropping the bottle back in to her back. "So were going to have to hide out here for a while, at least until Dad can sort out a way to persuade General Ross to forget some of your latest achievements. O and assuming that Dad hasn't killed Steve before they can pick us up." Bucky didn't miss the way her tone went slightly icy when she spoke Steve's name. It wasn't exactly aggressive but it wasn't exactly friendly either and most importantly it was faintly familiar. As if he had heard it once before.
"Who are you?" He asked her as he flexed his arm amazed by the quick fix of the flesh.
"Hermione", she said offering her hand, a warm smile on her lips.
"Bucky Barns", he said with a quick smile of his own. "But you already know that."