A bruised and battered Steve with the others coming to the medical wing of the avengers facility after a mission and you working as a doctor there/ enhanced reader with healing abilities? Fluff if you feel like it?

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Steve has managed to avoid the medical wing until now.

If it weren’t for Sam and Bucky literally flanking him on either side and stopping him from escaping, he would’ve tried to keep his streak going.

“Stop acting like we’re punishing you, punk.” Bucky laughed at Steve’s frown.

“Yeah. Plus, you still haven’t met Y/N.” Sam added.

Steve sighed. He didn’t care who he hadn’t met yet; he hated being fussed over. It was just a gunshot to the side of his abdomen. He already pulled the bullet out. His super-soldier body would fully heal itself within a few weeks.

But when they walked into the sick bay, Steve almost stopped dead in his tracks.

“What trouble did you two get into today?” The young woman asked, without looking up from her paperwork.

But her smile faltered a bit when she finally took a glance at them and realized Steve was also with them.

“Oh hello. We’ve never met.”

Steve managed to blink out of his stupor and stepped forward, politely offering his hand to shake.

“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

She giggled. “Yes. I know who you are. You’ve just never been here before.”

Then she looked at Bucky “‘Ma’am’” She repeated with a light laugh. “His manners make you sound like a heathen, Buck.”

Steve noticed his stomach twist at hearing her talk to his best friend so casually and even using a nickname.

“I’m Y/N.” She finally reached forward and shook Steve’s hand. “What’s the damage?” Her eyes started scanning over his body.

“Oh, I’m fine -” Steve tried to say before he got cut off.

“No, he’s not.” Sam and Bucky said in unison.

“He got shot.” Bucky added as he pointed to the giant circle of blood on Steve’s uniform that surrounded a hole.

Y/N nodded and gave Steve a shy smile after he got called out by his friends.

“Wanna sit for a second?” She asked him softly, making him feel like he had a choice.

Steve thought he’d do just about anything she asked and nodded. He moved to sit on the exam table.

Y/N looked at the bullet hole. “Do you mind taking off your uniform just waist up and any undershirt you might have on?”

The request was professional and innocent.

But that didn’t stop Sam from chuckling.

To Steve’s shock, Y/N glared at his two friends. “You two, out!” She pointed to the hall outside the room. “I can tend to your paper-cuts after Captain Rogers.”

Bucky and Sam both looked like kicked puppies and scurried out.

It made Steve smile as he started taking off his uniform.

Y/N didn’t miss his wince as he peeled the fabric off the wound that now had dried blood.

“Were you seriously thinking about skipping a check up with that?” She scolded while pointing to the bullet wound.

Steve’s jaw clenched in guilt. “I don’t like being a bother.” He mumbled.

She ignored his defense and reached out, her right palm completely covering the injury.

Steve jumped. Not because her hand was cold, but because he wasn’t expecting her to touch him.

Then he saw a slight glow under Y/N’s palm and felt a comforting warmth where his injury was.

Only 10 seconds later, Y/N was pulling her hand away and Steve’s eyes widened when his bullet hole was completely healed.

Without looking at him, she went to the sink to wash her hands. “You can put your shirt back on,” she called over her shoulder.

Steve ignored her offer and stood up quickly. “No one told me we had an enhanced healer here.”

Y/N turned around as she dried her hands and had a smirk on her lips. “Yeah? Well, you’d know if you took better care of yourself and weren’t such a stranger to the medical wing.”

Steve smiled at her sarcasm and sass.

She eyed him a moment longer before yelling, “Sam, you can come in now!”

Steve broke from his daze. “Thank you, Y/N.”

She nodded before watching him go.

Steve ran into Bucky, who still waited patiently in the hall for his turn. Apparently, the boys didn’t dare try to ignore Y/N’s authority.

“Not so mad we dragged you here now, are you?” Bucky teased, fully recognizing the smitten look on his best friend’s face.

“You could’ve given me a heads up,” Steve replied in a low tone.

“And miss that face when you saw her? Hell no.” Bucky laughed.

From then on, Steve started going to the medical wing. He’d make sure Y/N was the one working and wait until the rest of his teammates had been checked on. That way he wouldn’t be getting in the way of her job.

She’d be cleaning up when Steve would come in with silly injuries. Injuries that would make people question the toughness of Captain America.

It wasn’t until he came in with just a swollen and split lip that Y/N finally said something.

“You know, Steve… you don’t have to have an injury to talk to me.”

He would blush and clear his throat in embarrassment for being so obvious.

“Ugh. Well… would you like to go to dinner with me some time then?”