"Hey, how are you feeling?" Tony asked carefully as he entered. Lana had been treated for the wound on her forehead, the wound on her cheek and the stab wound, which apparently had been more serious than she'd realised.

"I'm alright. Where's Bucky?" she asked.

"Talking to Fury. What did the good doctor say?" he asked concerned, sitting down on the chair next to the bed.

"Eh, something about malnourishment and dehydration, I have to stay here for a few days. I didn't really listen," Lana admitted with a shrug.

"No, why would you? It's not like it's important," Tony chastised.

"Dad, please," Lana muttered.

"You were in danger, Lana," he told her. She looked at him.

"I'm okay, Dad," she told softly.

"But you could have not been," he reminded her; "I'm going to get the hospital to arrange for a medical helicopter. You're going back to England."

"What?" Lana hissed, sitting up.

"It's too dangerous for you here!" Tony claimed loudly.

"What the hell do you want me to do in England?!" she cried.

"I don't know, drink tea, eat scones, whatever you did before you came here," Tony told with a shrug.

"God, you're a dick," she told flatly, leaning back against the tower of pillows behind her.

"I'm protecting you. I'm being a dad," Tony argued.

"Yeah, well stop it! I don't need you to be my dad anymore!" Lana yelled.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I needed a dad, but that's years ago! I managed alright on my own so far, didn't I?" she argued loudly, almost laughing at her dad's behaviour.

"I don't know, what would you say? You're lying in a hospital bed!" Tony retorted, gesturing around them as to remind her where she was.

"Are you saying that this is my fault?" she asked, scoffing.

"No, I'm saying it's my fault, that's why you're leaving," he tried explaining it.

"I'm not going anywhere, Tony," she told him loudly

"Lana-" he yelled.

"You can't force me!"

"I can and I will!" he threatened loudly.

"Oh yeah? What you gonna do, big guy?" Lana asked, laughing angrily. Tony looked around them before looking at her.

"How are you planning on paying for this?" he then asked.

"What?"

"I mean, you must have one hell of an insurance to be able to pay for this with no job," he continued loudly.

"What are you talking about?!"

"I'm saying that I'm not paying, sweetheart," he yelled angrily; "I'll pay for any treatment at any hospital in England, but as long as you're here, you're not getting a cent. Good luck not drowning in debt."

"Are you serious right now? You wouldn't think twice before spending that kind of money on a suit, but to keep your daughter safe?"

"What the hell do you think I'm trying to do?!" he yelled, but before he could continue, a nurse appeared in the doorway

"You need to calm it down in here! You are disturbing the other patients!" he said strictly, looking at the two.

"It's fine, he was just leaving," Lana decided, leaning back.

"Lana-" Tony tried.

"Go!" she insisted, making her father roll his eyes before he left.

"Hey, doll. How're you doing?" Bucky asked as he entered slowly, carefully closing the door behind him.

"You still look like shit," Lana informed him in a monotone voice.

"Rude, but okay," he decided, stepping closer to her.

"I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm frustrated," she admitted with a deep sigh.

"Because you got kidnapped?" he asked.

"What? No," she replied, weirded out; "Because my dad is a jerk."

"Ah," Bucky muttered; "What did he do this time?"

"He wants me to go back to England," she told honestly, picking at her fingers.

"That sucks," Bucky stated flatly.

"Oh, how nice of you to care that much," Lana scoffed, looking away.

"I meant for him," he explained, Lana immediately looking back to him. "I mean, you're not going back, are you? He can't make you."

"I mean... He says he won't pay for the hospital here. I can't exactly go without it, but I can't exactly pay for it myself, I'm skint. I'm still paying off my college debt! And even if I could, what will I do when I get out? Where would I live?"

"Where will you live in England?" Bucky challenged.

"I don't know, I guess I'll crash on someone's couch, assuming all my friends haven't forgotten me," she added looking down.

"So? I'll get an apartment, then you can sleep on my couch," Bucky suggested with a shrug, not seeing the issue.

"You'd let me do that?" Lana asked curiously, looking at the guy beside her.

"It's not a big deal, doll," he muttered, looking away from her.

"I still can't pay the hospital bill," Lana mentioned, leaning her head back.

"So? We'll work it out," he decided with a shrug, making Lana laugh.

"Work it out how? I don't have any money!"

"I do." Lana furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him shrugging yet again.

"I have a job, I get paid. I don't have much to spend it on anyway, I don't even pay rent," Bucky pointed out, sounding indifferent.

"Wait..." Lana began, pausing to think; "When were you born?"

"1917," was the quick reply.

"It's so weird to think about that. Anyway, when did you... The fall-"

"1945. Why are you asking?" he interrupted emotionlessly.

"Well, I'm assuming you had some sort of savings back then?" Lana mentioned, looking at him as he nodded confused.

"Some, not a lot. We didn't have as much money back then in general," he explained.

"But, that money must've been gathering interests, and-"

"I was legally dead, doll. They closed my account when I was declared dead," he interrupted.

"Oh. You should look into some sort of compensation for that," Lana muttered unimpressed. A knock on the door sounded and dr Collins entered, smiling cheerfully.

"If it isn't my favourite doctor! Besides Doctor Who, of course," Lana added.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite patient, besides the old guy down the hall who told me I have pretty eyes," Dr Collins replied; "How are you doing?"

"I would've hit on you if I knew you were playing favourites," Lana claimed, sounding almost offended; "And to answer your question, I'm bloody well dying here! When can I leave?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at her dramatics and leaned back in the chair.

"You're not dying, and that's because you're here, so I'm afraid you're going to have to stay," the doctor informed.

"It's not that bad, doll," Bucky claimed, looking unimpressed at her.

"It is that bad, James!" she retorted, grabbing an empty Jell-O cup from the table next to her; "Look at how utterly ridiculously small these pudding cups are!"

"I don't mean to interrupt, but we're almost ready to x-ray your leg," Dr Collins informed; "I'll be back to get you in about five minutes." After sharing that piece of information, she left the two, Bucky staring at Lana.

"God, you're annoying," he told flatly.

"Then go away," she replied quickly.

"If I do, you'll just do something stupid," he argued.

"How could I? You'd take all the stupid with you!" Lana shot back, Bucky freezing when he heard that. He slowly looked at her, eyes running over her soft features.

"What?" she asked uncertainly. Bucky shook his head and looked away.

"Nothing, I'm just sick of hearing you whine," he claimed with another eye-roll; "Is there something I can do to cheer you up?"

"Actually, could you maybe get some things for me at home? I mean, at the tower," she corrected herself with a headshake.

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Just the usual stuff, some clothes, my phone," she listed; "There should be a bag under the bed."

"Ms Williams, ready to see what the inside of your leg looks like?" Dr Collins asked as she entered again, making Lana nod almost excitedly.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" Steve asked confused when Bucky entered the living room; "I didn't expect to see you so soon." Natasha nodded in agreement

"I'm just getting some of her stuff," Bucky explained, passing hurriedly to get to his room. Steve shared a look with Natasha before they both followed him, standing in the doorway as he rummaged around under the bed, eventually pulling a bag out.

"How is she doing?" Natasha asked softly.

"She's Lana, nothing can get her to shut up. Not even being stabbed," he added in a mutter.

"She was stabbed?" Steve repeated concerned; "When?"

"Don't know. Just overheard her telling the doc," Bucky replied, grabbing her phone

"Remember the charger," Natasha advised, nodding to the outlet in which it was placed. Bucky grabbed it and threw it in the bag.

"By overhearing, do you mean eavesdropping?" Steve asked.

"That's what I said," Bucky claimed, looking around the room.

"Buck," Steve interrupted him, finally getting his full attention; "She's okay, isn't she? Fury said she's stable, so why are you being like this?" Bucky's lips tightened before he licked them.

"Stark's threatening with sending her back to England," he told honestly. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows while Steve just looked confused.

"How exactly is he going to do that? Last I checked, she's an adult," Natasha pointed out.

"Yeah, an adult who put herself through college, has debt and can't afford the hospital bill. Stark says he won't pay if she stays in the states," he summed up, clenching his good hand slightly.

"What do you mean she put herself through college, she's Tony's daughter!" Steve reminded his friend, smiling as if he'd solved the problem.

"Yeah, Tony's practically estranged daughter," Natasha commented, connecting the dots; "She wanted to prove she didn't need her dear old daddy, didn't she?"

"You have no idea how expensive college is these days," Bucky told Steve concerned.

"It doesn't matter. She works for SHIELD and she was injured while working a case, surely they'll cover it," Natasha pointed out, crossing her arms.

"That's a good point," Bucky admitted with a small, almost unnoticeable sigh of relief.

"And even if not, we'll all chip in. It's not like any of us are entirely without income or savings," Steve reminded him, smiling comfortingly.