♟: Patching up a wound combined with♢: Forehead or cheek kisses for Kit and Face
(Listen, I know this is ages old, but I finally remembered this thing. I wanted to write something because I can't come up with anything for today's Falling for Hogan's Heroes prompt and thought a different fandom might be nice. So, because I still love them very dearly, have some idiots in love!)
Face sat in the back of the van, fidgeting with his keychain. Every once in a while, he glanced over at his watch. Kit and Murdock still weren’t back. They should have been back… well, five minutes ago. But that still meant they were late! Why were they late?! Something must have happened. Maybe they got lost. Hopefully. What if one of them got hurt? Even worse: What if they had been caught? What if they had been killed?!
“Stop it, Face!” B.A. growled, shooting him an angry glare from the driver’s seat. “This noise is driving me crazy.”
With a sharp sigh, Face held all his keys in place, trying to ignore the urge to start fidgeting with them again.
“They’ll be back soon”, Hannibal assured him. “You know how Murdock is, he gets distracted sometimes and forgets the time.”
“I know”, Face sighed.
“And Kit picks fights a lot - and wins them. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“What if she doesn’t win?”
“Of course, she wins”, B.A. threw in. “Don’t you trust her?”
“I never said that, I just-”
“If she doesn’t win, then Murdock’s there”, Hannibal concluded.
Face pressed his lips together and craned his neck to look out the window. He looked at his watch again. Six minutes late. Finally, B.A. spoke the words to save him:
“Here they come.”
Immediately, Face jumped to the door and pulled it open. Really, there they were, Kit and Murdock, running towards the van.
“Where were you?!” he called.
“Dancin’ with some friends!” Murdock responded. “Lotsa fun, I tell ya!”
He hopped into the van. Kit followed soon after, a mix between a frown and a scowl on her face. Immediately, Face knew something was wrong. He pulled the door of the van shut, prompting B.A. to immediately drive off. That was when Face spotted the cloth wrapped tightly around Kit’s hand.
“Kit, what happened?” he asked.
“Nothing”, Kit grumbled, curling up on the floor at the far back of the van.
“She dropped one of her knives and cut herself with it”, Murdock explained.
“But just because someone hit me while I was trying to throw it”, Kit hissed. “I wouldn’t even say I dropped it. It was punched out of my hand.”
“You were punched in the face though.”
“Shut up, Murdock.”
Quickly, Face opened one of the storage spaces in the back of the van and pulled out the medkit. This makeshift bandage of whatever dirty cloth Kit was wearing now just wouldn’t do.
“Come on, let’s get you patched up”, he suggested and settled down on the floor next to Kit.
There, he started unpacking the medkit’s contents. Pouting, Kit held her hand out to him. When Face unwrapped the cloth, it unveiled a cut in the middle of her palm, still bleeding.
“How bad is it?” Hannibal asked from the front.
“It’s nothing”, Kit insisted.
“A cut in her palm, still bleeding. It’s not nothing but it’s not too bad”, Face corrected.
Then, he got to disinfecting the wound, prompting Kit to grit her teeth.
“Don’t worry, it’ll stop burning soon”, Face mumbled.
Instead of immediately bandaging her hand, he put some salve on her injured knuckles. The wounds weren’t fresh, but she never cared for them, so he had to now that he had the chance to do it. Carefully, he started bandaging her hand, making sure to make it tight enough but also hurt as little as possible. When he was done, he glanced to the front of the van to make sure nobody was looking, then pressed a quick kiss on Kit’s cheek. Kit smiled and shook her head.
“You won the fight, right?” Hannibal asked, glancing at Kit.
“Of course, I won”, Kit chuckled. “You can be a proud dad.”
“See?” B.A. called. “I told you, Face.”
“You didn’t think I’d win?” Kit scoffed and shot a pouty glance at Face.
“Yeah, Face”, Murdock threw in. “Don’t you trust your girlfriend?”
“I was just worried, okay? And she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Right, you hate each other, I forgot.”
“For hating each other, you’re sitting awfully close together”, Hannibal commented.
Face shot Kit a worried glance, only to be met with a just as worried one.
“It’s cold”, Kit lied.
Hannibal chuckled lightly, but at least he stopped making remarks. B.A. just shook his head at them. Murdock meanwhile puckered up his lips at them before ducking to dodge the disinfectant Kit pretended to throw. Peace at last. On the floor of the van, Kit and Face linked their fingers, flashing each other a smile.
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