Stevie woke up, her head beating slightly remembering the sounds from the night before. She managed to hoist herself into a sitting position on her mattress, stretching her arms high above her head and hearing her back crack.

"Fucking disgusting." she jumped at the sound of Buckie's voice so close, and glanced down to see her friend half naked and lying on the floor, "Steeeeeeeevie," Buckie groaned into the carpet.

Stevie sighed, "Do you want to get up and lie on the bed?"

"Fuck off."

The blonde rolled her eyes before draping a blanket on top of her friend, "Go back to sleep," she pulled a pillow of the bed and put it under Buckie's head, ruffling her hair softly, "I'm gonna go make breakfast."

No answer came from the girl, so Stevie quietly left the room in her pyjamas, trying to be as quiet as possible as she made her way to the kitchen. "Morning," she said when she noticed Brie sitting at the counter.

Brie looked up, "Oh, morning Steph." she said, rubbing her temples and groaning.

Stevie rolled her eyes, "Someone drank too much last night, didn't they?" she said, filling the kettle and boiling it.

"I didn't even drink that much." she whined.

"Everyone's tolerance for alcohol is different." Stevie shrugged, leaning against the bench. "How much did you have last night?"

"I don't know, four… maybe five glasses?" Brie guessed.

Stevie smiled, biting her lip to hold in a laugh before Brie noticed, "You've still got time to grow." she settled on.

"Oh shut up, you're just an alcohol snob because you never get drunk. Or have hangovers. How do you even do that?"

Stevie laughed, pushing off the counter and opening the fridge. She pulled a carton of eggs from the top shelf and a frying pan from the cupboard, "I think I'll make a greasy breakfast for everyone, yes?" she said, tying her hair into a bun and earning an appreciative groan from Brie.

Half an hour later had Brie, Thelia, Toni and Fury slumped over the kitchen counter, nursing a mug of black coffee each.

"You owe me twenty bucks, Toni." Stevie said, putting a plate of food in front of her and smiling sweetly, before getting plates for everybody else. Toni narrowed her eyes at Stevie, making a shushing noise before digging into the plate in front of her. She held her a hand to her head and lazily put the food into her mouth, groaning as she tasted the amazing food Stevie always managed to produce.

"She owes me a new liver." Thelia said loudly, causing everybody to flinch. She pulled her plate closer, eating like she wasn't hungover at all. She was just enjoying her victory over Toni. Still undefeated.

"Barton owes someone 50, you did much better than Brie did," Stevie said as she put remaining three plates on a tray with cups of coffee for Clara, Nathan, and Jamie.

"Come on, Steph. Give me a break." Brie groaned, head hidden in her crossed arms.

"I'm going to go feed the rest of them," Stevie said, picking up the tray and making her way upstairs.

Stevie knocked on Nathan's door lightly, in case he had drunk as much as Clara had when Stevie last saw them. There was no verbal or physical answer for her knock, she opened the door carefully, carefully balancing the tray on one arm. She peered into the room, and managed to see a lump of sheets covering Nathan's sleeping body. Stevie cracked the door open wider, and walked in, ready to set down his breakfast, and then move onto Clara's bedroom. As Stevie got closer, she saw a sight she could only imagine for Nathan. Clara was laying on Nathan's chest, and his hand was placed on her back, holding her body close to his as she slept. Her hand had clutched itself onto his shirt, and Nathan had a large smile imprinted onto his lips. Stevie nudged him, not really wanting to wake him up, but had to, to make sure he could sober up for his afternoon class that day. Nathan managed to open his eyes without jumping like Clara usually would if someone were to wake her up. He looked at Stevie, then down at Clara, and Stevie could have sworn his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

"Hey Nate" Stevie whispered, and Nathan put a finger to his lips.

"Please don't wake her" He whispered back, voice rough from sleep, before glancing down at Clara and smiling. Stevie's smile grew and she nodded, shaking like she was ready to squeal.

She placed the tray of food on his bedside table. "Breakfast is here for you two, strong coffee and everything, you have class this afternoon, remember." She said, and he nodded but didn't look at her. He was more concentrated on the girl laying on top of him. He gently ran the fingers of his free hand through her hair, causing her to smile and let a contented sound come from her mouth as she curled up more on his chest. "I'll leave you two okay?" Stevie said, not even waiting for a response as she picked up the plate and coffee to take to Buckie.

"Okay," He managed to say, and Stevie turned around before she left, noticing Clara moving up more on his chest, like the sensation of Nathan's voice provided so much comfort and happiness. But, in the process of doing this, Clara's hand slapped Nathan's face lightly. He chuckled, giving the impression that he didn't mind, and held Clara closer to him.

"Hey, stop that," He chuckled, and Clara hit him in the face again.

"You're a pussy. Get used to it" Clara mumbled into his chest, and Nathan tried not to laugh as he curled his arms tighter around her, almost like he wanted to keep her there as long as he could.

Stevie tried her hardest to enter her room without making any noise, but still stumbled slightly, almost spilling the coffee in her hand onto the floor. Buckie was still out, snoring softly on the floor with her prosthetic arm curled under her body. Stevie gently placed the coffee and plate on the bedside table, before sitting on the floor, "Buckie," she whispered, placing a hand on her waist and squeezing gently.

"Go 'way," her voice was muffled by the pillow as she smacked Stevie's hand away.

"Come on, I brought you coffee and breakfast." she said, "Don't make me open the curtains." she said sternly.

"Okay," she relented, rolling over and staring at Stevie, "Where's my coffee?" she asked, trying to sit up. Stevie leaned forward and offered Buckie some support as she sat up, and smiled softly at the disgusted expression on her face, "I have such a headache." she groaned, massaging her head.

"This always happens after you drink," Stevie laughed, "All of you are so weak." she said jokingly, earning a glare from her friend. "You'll never guess what I just saw though," Stevie said, a squeal almost slipping into her tone as she grabbed the coffee and handed it to Buckie.

"Nick Fury regretting his life decisions?" she asked, head falling to rest on the bedside table.

"I meant after that," Stevie sat up straighter, "I think I just saw Nathan and Clara finally getting together. I mean how long has it been since they started flirting?" she rested back against the bed, bringing her knees up and resting her chin on them.

"They definitely needed a good fuck."

"I don't think they fucked," Jamie's eyebrows shot up at Stevie's uncharacteristic usage of the swear, and the blonde just shrugged before continuing, "but I think they're finally getting somewhere."

"Now there's going to be more sexual tension then there already is." Jamie put the coffee cup down and groaned, dramatically lying back down.

Stevie giggled,"True … Are you going to talk to Toni about the arm?"

"When we're both sober." Jamie mumbled into the carpet, bringing her leg up to poke Stevie's leg with her toe, "Maybe she can make me a mechanical liver as well."

"I'm making my own, get in line armless," Toni said, popping her head inside the room

"The arm may be fake but it's still a deadly weapon." Jamie said threateningly, rolling over and narrowing her eyes.

"Oi, c'mon, I have to run some tests, and you still have to tell me about how you lost it, remember." Toni said, smirking at Jamie before leaving the room.

Jamie rolled back over as Stevie reached across the floor of her room, picking up a dress and handing it to her friend, "Put this on and follow her majesty." she said mockingly.

Jamie laughed before pursing her lips slightly, "Can you come with me?" she asked, "I just need to feel safe, okay?" Jamie mumbled defensively, eyes darting from her hands to her friend, waiting for an answer.

Stevie smiled, gently rubbing the girls shoulder, "Of course, come on." she said, getting up and straightening her clothes out. "I have class in a few hours though," she sighed, picking up her sketchbook and tucking it under her arm before sticking a pencil through her bun. She glanced down to see her friend trying to stand up and bent down, helping the girl to her feet.

"I'm not a fucking baby," the brunette mumbled half-heartedly.

Stevie rolled her eyes, "You've got a hangover, don't be such a soldier." she poked the girl's rib, giggling.

"If you weren't so tiny I would've probably beat you up by now." Jamie muttered, slinging her arm over the blonde as they walked from the room.

Stevie poked her rib again, "Don't patronise me." she said, frowning.

Jamie laughed loudly, throwing her head back, "You say that too much."

"I'll stop saying it when you all stop patronising me." she said. "Don't let anything she says get to you, okay?" Stevie said, wrapping an arm around Jamie's waist. "Her filter capacity is zero." she muttered.

"I know," Jamie reassured her, taking a deep breath as they stopped at Antonia's door, releasing it as Stevie knocked softly.

Stevie spent and hour in the room, perched on one of the desks and watching Toni intently as she worked on her friend's arm. Once the first hour was over, she remembered that she'd brought her book with her and decided that she may as well draw the girls.

It was hard - Toni kept moving around and getting aggravated with the arm, swearing and taking the arm apart before starting over again. Buckie seemed uneasy the whole time, and Stevie reassured her regularly, making sure she was alright and telling her that she was allowed to stop whenever she wanted to.

After three hours, Toni's eyes grew worried, she'd completely detached the prosthetic from Jamie's shoulder, and rather than altering the arm to make it functional, she had decided to build a new one from scratch.

"It's going to take a while for me to get all the parts I need, but with what I do have I can make some prototypes and maybe start on the shoulder. I have to attach an actual element to your arm." Toni sat back and sighed, staring at Jamie.

"What does that mean?" Stevie leaned forward, intrigued.

"I'm going to have to get medical" Toni told her, "It's not a purely physical procedure, you see. We've got to get the arm moving at Jamie's command."

"Aren't you an engineering major?" Stevie asked, wondering how Toni was going to any of the medical side of this without negatively affecting Jamie.

"Yes. But I have done research on the medical advancements of engineering, and I have a pretty good idea on how to do this." Toni reassured her, aiming it at Jamie with a small smile.

"Do what exactly?"

"I am essentially going to attach your nerve endings to a metal prosthetic. It will operate exactly like an arm. It's just that the procedure is quite painful, and will often leave you tired during the making of it. I can promise you that it will get easier, but the starting off period with the shoulder will be the most excruciating pain of your life."

"Besides the pain of losing the arm?" Jamie asked, forcing herself to make the situation lighter than it was.

Toni smiled, "I'm going to be messing around with the exposed nerve endings - it will hurt like a bitch."

"Can you get anaesthetic." Stevie piped in, setting her book aside and pulling the chair from under the desk to sit next to Jamie.

"I wish I could," Toni said pitifully, "Unless Nathan can get them - but it would take a while before we can start using them."

"What about Fury?" Stevie suggested.

"There's a bit of an illegal aura about this - I'd rather not get Fury involved."

"Do you want me to stay." Stevie asked Jamie, offering her a small smile.

"No," Jamie shifted in the uncomfortable seat, "No, it's fine, go to your class."

"It's fine - I can miss it if you need me here."

"I probably won't start attaching anything to her for a few hours - probably not even until tomorrow. You'll be fine to go to your class, I've just got to run a few tests on young Jamie then she can get out of my hair and I can make her an arm."

Stevie sighed, "Okay." she pressed her lips to Jamie's forehead, "You'll be fine, Buck," she whispered, before standing up and walking towards the door, "See ya, Toni," she waved over her shoulder and headed to her room to get ready for her class.

Stevie took her time getting to class. Her head and heart were at a battle, trying to decide whether or not it was was a good idea to leave Jamie on her own in such a situation. Stevie felt as though she was abandoning a person she cared more about than anyone else. She could only imagine the trauma it would cause her, as the painful experience could bring back memories. Jamie didn't need that, and she certainly didn't need to be alone. She was with Toni, but Toni was the one conducting the 'surgery' and wouldn't be able to hold Jamie's hand. Stevie couldn't do that to Jamie. Stevie stood in front of the lecture doors, but she didn't touch the handle. Instead, she raced back home and hopefully she would make it in time to help her friend get through the experience.