Bucky sighed in relief as Steve's fingers curled with his, squeezing gently. He nodded and drifted off, the painkillers enough to ensure a deep, dreamless sleep.
President Barnes was back within three hours and slipped into the room quietly, her heels held in her hand. "They told me he was sleeping," she whispered, and crossed to the bed. "How's he doing?"
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Date: 2014-06-05 08:23 pm (UTC)President Barnes was back within three hours and slipped into the room quietly, her heels held in her hand. "They told me he was sleeping," she whispered, and crossed to the bed. "How's he doing?"