"Oh I learned my lesson about telling your sister, trust me." Elizabeth said with a slight laugh. That was the first and last time that she told Lucy's sister anything that she was trying to keep on the down-low from her friend. Of course, that was also the last time she tried keeping anything a secret from Lucy in general. She'd truly realized right then and there that lying and keeping secrets just weren't her forte at all.
"If you're sure." She said, smiling slightly when the dark-haired man took one of the bags from her and carried it inside. She supposed that chivalry wasn't completely dead. She didn't know how to pinpoint it, but there was just something vaguely familiar about him. He reminded her of someone, that much she was certain of. She didn't know who though because she didn't really know any other gorgeous men who only had one arm. "Bucky, huh? That's an interesting nickname. Lizzie, Liz, Beth. I don't care what you call me as long as it isn't Lizard." She let out a quiet laugh.
Steve smiled. "It's alright. It could have been a lot worse." He told the brunette he was carrying. He figured that the extent of her injury could have been a lot worse. Sprained or twisted ankles hurt like a bitch but at least she hadn't broken it or anything or done any other damage to herself.
"I'm Steve and the guy who just went to get the first aid kit is Clint. The one talking to your friend is my best friend Bucky." He explained as he set her down carefully once they were inside. He frowned slightly when he saw the pain flash across her face. That's why he'd set her down by one of the couches. He figured that walking and putting weight on her ankle probably wasn't the best idea for the time being.
[This might be my last post until I get back from vacation, just giving you a heads up
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