FXCGJKJLKJ OR STEVE & HIS NONSENSE FEATURING “You broke what?!?” – “Don’t worry, I’m okay.” OR “The doctor said it’s normal” – “Well that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” FT. MEMBER(S) OF THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET

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Sam laid in bed and considered the idea that he was dying.

“You’re not dying,” Steve said, but he was holding his hand in a worrying grip that really didn’t reassure him.

“I feel like I’m dying,” Sam said.

“Serves you right,” Bucky muttered from where he was pacing in concern in the opposite side of the hotel room.

“The doctor said it’s normal,” Natasha said. She stood perfectly still at the base of the bed. She hadn’t moved a muscle for twenty minutes. She was worried too.

“Well, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,” Sam grumbled, wincing as his ribs pulled.

Run away with me, Steve said. It’ll be fun, Steve said. You won’t nearly die in a freak explosion, Sam, Steve said.

“This is all my fault,” Steve whispered, pressing his forehead to their hands.

“No, c’mon,” Sam said, squeezing Steve’s hand. “It was that fucking Nazi’s fault.”

Steve gave Sam the big, pleading puppy-dog eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sammy.”

“He’ll be fine,” Natasha said, voice clipped. She finally moved, sitting on the bed by Sam’s feet. She put her hand on his ankle. “You’ll be fine,” she said in a softer voice.

“This sucks,” Bucky said, coming to sit by Sam’s other side like that was something he did. “You motherfucker.”

“I’d push you into an explosion,” Sam said exhaustedly, trying for a smile.

“Fucker,” Bucky said, looking away, blinking rapidly.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Sam said after a minute. “Take my mind off shit. Cuddle up, bitches.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Steve said, hesitating, even as Natasha and Bucky started to move to curl around Sam.

“Come here,” Sam said quietly.

They watched a damn movie. Sam passed out within twenty minutes.