[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

[whatsfondue]

As Steve sat on a bed in the medical wing of Stark Tower, he wondered if there was something in the air these days that he and Bucky were trading off being injured from month to month. First there was Bucky's leg injury, then he'd been lost in the jungle for a week, followed by Bucky's issues with his arm and now he'd been hit by something of HYDRA's in the last mission to end up like this. This, being the effects of the serum seemingly to have disappeared entirely, leaving him with his pre-serum body and its issues. Tony had gaped at him on listening to Steve's laundry list of medical issues before demanding 'how the hell did you survive into adulthood?' They'd all known he'd been sickly as pre-serum but apparently it had never sunk in as to how bad it actually was. He had to admit it did sound bad on paper but he'd live (mostly) fine for twenty-one years in that body and he'll deal with it today.

At least seventy years later modern medicine has developed far enough that they had medicine to help alleviate some of the symptoms of the worst of his body's poor health. The shots he'd been given and the huge amount of pills laying on the side table was proof of that. Tony was talking about developing some sort of bubble to keep him safe. He appreciated the thought but firmly vetoed that idea. The entire team wanted him to stay in the Tower where JARVIS could monitor his health twenty-four by seven. That he also tried to argue against; he 'd lived alone after his mother's death in this body until the day he joined the army, there shouldn't be any problems with him heading back to his far more upscale apartment.

He scowled darkly and started planning his escape. JARVIS would no doubt tell on him the moment he left but there were still one or two things he could do to make sure he at least got a head start. And once he was back in his apartment, it'll be hard to move him back.

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[whatsfondue]

Steve was as private as Bucky, simply because it was just in his nature to. However, as much as he'd like to, he couldn't avoid the media every time. It was good PR to speak to them sometimes, and to build up some good will with them, especially whenever something got broken when the Avengers fought some threat back. "Puerile curiosity mostly, it seems like." He answered with a sigh. "And so it sells and hence the media want to know."

"Not tonight." Steve said, stiffling back a yawn and snuggled a bit closer, closing his eyes. "I'm tired and want to sleep."

[disassembling]

He didn't think he would understand the fascination regardless of how much he had observed it from the shadows. He would keep things private to avoid it getting anywhere it shouldn't, and he wouldn't tell the Avengers either in case it got back to someone who would let the cat out of the bag. Better to be cautious.

He nodded, letting his head off of his hand and down on the pillow. He curled his arm around Steve's slim waist protectively and didn't oppose sleeping. It had been a long day. "Rest and I will make sure we are safe."