A Day In The Past (ao3) - CumberRachel
steve/bucky
E, 13k
Summary: Lounging on the couch with his boyfriend is usually how Steve loves to spend an evening, only he doesn't feel right. his head hurts, his muscles ache and its hard to breathe. Probably just exhaustion after a mission right?
A Hard Days Night (ao3) - CosmahCosmo
steve/bucky
G, 1k
Summary: When an Influenza outbreak hits New York, will Steve Rogers be able to stand it? Will Bucky be able to provide the medicine Steve needs?
Anti-Virus (ao3) - marinarusalka
steve/tony
G, 4k
Summary: Steve didn't think he could get sick any more. He was wrong. Tony didn't think of himself as the caretaking type. He was wrong too.
Buchanan Medical (ao3) - Metalbvcky
steve/bucky
T, 54k
Summary: Steve's childhood was filled with illnesses and dread of going to another no good doctor. Even now as an adult, his asthma persisted. But three months ago, Dr. Erskine passed away. Procrastination and fear ate him away. Now he had to find a new one since his medicine supply ran out.
Little did he know, his new doctor would be the greatest thing to happen in his life.
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Modern!AU. Bucky is a doctor and Steve is his patient. This is their journey through Steve's asthmatic issues
Dawn (ao3) - FeelsVomit
N/R, 673
Summary: Bucky drags Steve to the roof in order to watch the sun rise
How To Break a Fever (ao3) - RiskyWrites
steve/bucky
E, 6k
Summary: Steve's sick again, and the fever won't break. Bucky has to get creative with his solutions.
if i were a robot, i wouldn't have this stupid virus (ao3) - picturecat
steve/tony
G, 1k
Summary: Steve is de-serumed. Steve then catches a cold.
kiss it better (ao3) - grandmacore
steve/bucky
T, 1k
Summary: When Steve doesn’t reply to Bucky’s texts for a week he becomes worried. He goes to Steve’s apartment where he finds out that Steve is sick. Of course Bucky takes care of him.
let me take care of you (ao3) - JehBeeEh
bucky/steve/tony
T, 400
Summary: The super soldiers are sick. Tony just wants to take care of them.
Lifesaver (ao3) - copperbadge
steve/tony
G, 1k
Summary: Steve really, really hates being sick.
My Hero (ao3) - smolsicky
steve/bucky
G, 1k
Summary: Bucky falls in to an icy pond and Steve saves him. they both catch a cold in the process.
One Last Time (ao3) - ImaginaryMiseries
steve/bucky
T, 674
Summary: "I'm sorry, Stevie," Bucky sits down behind him, placing a hand on his back. "You're alright," He whispers.
"Don't feel alright at all," Steve mumbles, words stifled by gritted teeth. Bucky moves his hand to Steve's cheek, feeling the impossible dry heat coming off him.
"I know," He sighs. "But, just…let it up, and we can go back to bed, okay?" He tugs downward on Steve's jaw, coaxing his jaw to open up a couple centimeters.
"Stop," Steve chokes out softly. Tears begin to fall down his face. Each one that hits Bucky's hand adding to the number of cracks in each their hearts.
Had a thought for streamer au based on the trope I shared lol.
Eddie trying to do a live stream, playing a game that requires his full concentration but Steve is being clingy. Eventually Eddie gets a little frustrated with Steve and tells his boyfriend to stop so the younger man slinks off a little pouty, but Eddie doesn't think much of it.
Until the chat starts blowing up with comments like:
-Oof that was mean Eddie.
-Yikes he looked like a kicked puppy.
-Ouch
Maybe things don't click until someone mentions that Steve usually isn't that cuddly when the cameras on him, and Eddie thinks that is a little weird.
Steve's usually not big on PDA, usually preferring to show affection in private.
Anyway have fun with this lil though! 😉
Today was a very important day in Eddie’s book. Two weeks ago on a stream with Steve, Robin and Nancy, he was talking big game about being the best in the group at Mario Kart.
It wasn’t a difficult game, per se, but it required attention and skill and honestly, some strategy. Robin had challenged him to a tournament while streaming. Two Grand Prix challenges on difficult mode, and it was best 5 out of 8 races.
The stream had been going for about twenty minutes already. Robin was playing from her and Nancy’s apartment. She’d won two of the races and Eddie had won one. They were playing the fourth race of the first Grand Prix - Rainbow Road.
Steve was sitting next to Eddie on the couch, leaning against Eddie’s shoulder.
“Steve can you… not lean on me right now? It’s hard to control.”
“Oh… okay sorry.” The younger man sat up, looking tiredly at the screen.
Shits getting serious, he made Steve move
Aw poor Steve
Robin laughed, “Gosh Steve, I guess Eddie’s so bad at this game he’s gotta use you as an excuse.
“I’m not bad at this game.” Eddie grumbled, frustrated at having lost two rounds to Robin already.
Steves head was pounding. He didn’t want to admit it just yet, but he felt really gross. As the screen counted down, he rested his head back on Eddie’s shoulder and closed his eyes briefly.
Eddie, who was holding down his gas pedal, blew out as soon as the countdown finished. Stuck in his position in a cloud of black smoke, every other racer sped off without him.
“Fucking CHRIST, Steve! I said get off!”
The older man jerked his shoulder forward, sending Steve stumbling forward.
“M’sorry Eds…”
Steve got up and sulked away to the couch in the back of the room.
“Geez Eddie that was pretty harsh.” Robin said through her headset. Chat seemed to agree.
Christ, he looks like a locked puppy
That was really mean Eddie
Steve just wanted to cuddle
“He’s fine guys.” Eddie addressed chat, not taking his eyes off his racer.
As he entered his third and final lap, he was in fourth place. Robin was in second, making a solid gain on first place.
Eddie lucked out as a blue shell flew past him and landed right in the zone of Robin and the character in first, momentarily stopping them both.
“Hahaha! Eat shit Robin, I’m coming for that crown.” Eddie shouted.
He sped forward, but Robin had managed to get her bearings before he caught up.
With mere seconds left, she sped past him once again, taking the first place crown. Eddie finished in second a few seconds later.
“DAMMIT!” He yelled.
“That’s three to one, Munson! Just admit defeat. Plus you can’t blame Steve this time.”
Eddie glanced at chat as a huge amount of comments flooded in.
You should apologize to Steve
He’s not usually so big on PDA, maybe somethings wrong?
Steve isn’t usually that clingy…
“Hey Eddie, chat has a point. Steve isn’t usually clingy when we’re live. Is he okay?”
“He’s fine, right Steve?” Eddie turned around to face the younger man, but saw him huddled in a ball in the corner of the couch. He had a hand hovering over his face.
“Heh’AESSH! ISH’iew!”
Eddie frowned and took off his headset, placing it on the table. The long haired man got up and walked over to the couch sitting next to Steve.
“Bless you! I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just stressed about the game. Are you okay?”
Steve shrugged, not looking at Eddie, “I just feel kind of…yuck?”
Eddie placed the back of his hand on Steve’s forehead and looked over to the camera. He walked back over and put the headset on just for a second.
“Alright Buckley, you win. Steve’s sick and I gotta go take care of him.”
“YES!” Robin threw her arms up in victory, “I mean - good that I win, not that Steve’s sick.”
Eddie nodded, “Thanks for calling me out, guys. I was an asshole to him and he wasn’t feeling well. We’ll stream again soon because this isn’t over!”
“Don’t worry, Munson, I’ll still be here to kick your ass in a week.”
No sneezing in this part unfortunately because I couldn’t figure out where to fit it in...honestly I wasn’t expecting this fic to get this long, lol. Anyway there will be another part to this!!!
Hopefully someone enjoys reading it because it was fun to write!!!
Steve knew that he should have called out of work this morning.
He’d spent a good ten minutes staring at the phone trying to gauge whether he was sick enough to call out, when he was startled out of his daze when it began to ring.
Picking up the receiver, Steve wasn’t all too shocked to find Robin on the other end, he was already at least ten minutes late picking her up for work. He was shocked to hear that she sounded like crap.
By the end of the conversation, Steve had made up his mind that Robin sounded much worse than he felt and that he would be covering her shift.
It meant doing a double shift but nothing he couldn’t handle by himself. That was almost two hours ago.
His whole head felt entirely too hot, and he wished some of that heat would transfer to the rest of his body as a sharp chill ran down his spine tugging his flimsy cotton jacket around him.
It wasn’t nearly warm enough for the weather outside, but Steve couldn’t remember which kid he’d lent his good jacket to last. He figured it would last him until he made it to Family Video.
What Keith had failed to mention this morning when he’d called and told him he’d be covering Robin's shift was that the heating was out. So when he walked in this morning he was greeted by a piece of paper shoved into his hands with instructions to figure it out.
Now here Steve was leaned over the counter at family movie with his face pressed into his hands as if it would ease the pressure of the congestion he could feel building in his sinuses.
He’d been on the phone with the heating company for nearly a half an hour, going round and round with them about whether or not they could send someone to fix the heating. After the second time being put on hold, Steve is ready to just give up.
He wanted to sit down where he was standing and just cry, when he heard someone enter the store.
Straightening up he tried his best to look like he wasn’t ready to have a complete mental breakdown in the middle of his crappy job. His posture relaxed a little when he saw it was just Eddie.
Waving at the other man, he watched Eddie open his mouth to say something before thinking better of it when he realized Steve was on the phone.
Instead he hoisted himself up sitting on the counter, for once waiting patiently for Steve to get off the phone.
“I’m on hold.” Steve croaked gesturing to the receiver, clearing his throat with a wince.
Eddie takes this as an invitation to start up a conversation. “I hope it’s with someone interesting.” He says with a cheeky little grin that makes Steve's heart do a backflip.
“With the heating company,” Steve rolled his eyes at the implication that he'd be using the work phone for that, “but if that’s what you consider interesting, then who am I to judge?”
“I was wondering why it felt like an icebox in here,” Eddie complained shivering as he pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders, “I think it’s colder in here than out there, bet you I can see my breath.”
Steve watched as Eddie blew a breath of air out of his mouth coming out in a puff of steam from his lips. For a minute he found himself mesmerized watching him.
A voice on the other line drew his attention away though, so he pressed a finger to his lips silencing the other man.
He talked with them for a minute using his best customer service voice, but the longer they talked the more quickly he deflated. Realizing that the heating wouldn’t be getting fixed any time soon.
“Alright…I understand…thank you…” Steve said, before handing up resisting the urge to slam down the phone. He ground the heel of his palm into his eye socket groaning.
“I take it the phone call didn’t go over all that well,” Eddie winced, watching a slight tremor run through Steve's lean frame,“Jesus Harrington, don’t you have a warmer jacket.”
“Leant it to one of the kids, can’t remember which one…probably Dustin…” Steve explained, looking up at Eddie who was already shrugging off his jacket, “hey nooo, don’t do that.”
“Just shut up for a second, okay, “ Eddie said, sliding off the counter so he was on the same side as Steve, “let someone else take care of you for once.”
He slid his leather jacket over Steve’s shoulders, watching as the other man carefully slid his arms into his jacket.
“Aren’t you going to get cold now?” He asked.
“I appreciate the concern but I think I’ll live with just a sweatshirt,” Eddie poked fun at his concern, “and unlike you I own more than one winter coat.”
Steve huffed rolling his eyes, but he practically sunk into the jacket grateful for the extra warmth, the leather still warm from Eddie's own body heat.
“Now point me in the direction of your heater, I’ll take a look at it for you,” Eddie told him earning a raised eyebrow from the other boy, “come on I can’t make it worst can I, can’t risk letting my friends at Family video turn into popsicles…where is Robin by the way?”
“Out sick…”Steve told him, pulling out an old tool kit that looked like it’s seen better days before leading him in the direction of their heating unit, “I’m covering her shifts today.”
“I hate to break it to you Harrington,” Eddie started, looking Steve over with his eyes, “but you're not sounding too hot yourself, big boy.”
Steve felt his face heat up, as his brain felt like it was short circuiting. “S’just a cold, I’ll live…”He finally manages to choke out, watching Eddie open up the unit.
“If you say so…”Eddie mumbles, most of his attention focused on the heating unit.
I’m sick af and I think maybe some sick Steve would save my life in these trying times
“Hey, Steve,” Tony calls as the others disembark from the Quinjet, “you wanna shower and then meet me in the workshop?”
Steve nods wearily. His hair is matted down and he’s still sweating, which is unusual.
Tony pauses, giving him a more thorough look. Steve’s flushed, he realizes. “Hey, areyou—”
Steve stumbles and goes down hard on his hands and knees.
“Shit!” Tony blurts.
Thor drops down next to him, reaching out to support him and Steve tries to brush him offand get to his feet. He manages to get one leg under him and then nearly faceplants. Thankfully, Thor is there and gets ahold of himbefore that happens.
“What happened?” Natasha demands, feet clanging on the ramp as she rushes down to join them.
“I’m fine,” Steve mumbles, but Thor speaks over him.
“He appears unwell. I can feel the heat of his skin through the suit.”
“Christ, Steve, why didn’t you say something?” Tony demands. He crouches down andreaches to feel Steve’s forehead despite his alarmingly uncoordinated attempts to dodge. He winces at the heat of it. “Yeah, you’ve got a fever all right.”
“Has something like this ever happened before?” Clint asks, hovering around theirlittle huddle at the bottom of the Quinjet ramp.
Natasha shakes her head. “Not on record.”
“Get offa me,” Steve says, pushing at their hands. He’s too weak to shake them, and a knot of fear winds up in Tony’s belly. “Just need some sleep.”
They all exchange looks over his head and Tony cups his neck, right at the base. “Sure. Let’s go get you cleaned up and you can sleep.”
Thor doesn’t give him a chance to protest, just gets Steve’s arm over his shoulder and hauls him to his feet. Steve groans without seeming to realize.
Tony leads the way inside and Bruce looks up at the sound of their entrance. He squintsand sits up on the couch, pushing his glasses back on. “What’s going on? Steve?”
Steve is now too busy clinging to Thor and breathing heavily to respond. His skin is white except for the streak of red cutting across his cheeks.
“Oh my god,” Bruce says, scrambling to his feet. “How long has he been like this?”
Natasha shrugs tensely. “It doesn’t seem likely that he was fine when we went out. He has a fever and it seems to be spiking.”
“We’re taking him to bathe,” Tony says, beckoning Thor along.
“Check his temperature,” Bruce orders. “I’ll get a fever reducer.” He hurries off and the rest of them head to the elevator to get Steve to the penthouse.
When they get to the bedroom, Steve tries to pull out of Thor’s grip. “I’m fine. I’m just going to go to bed.”
Tony catches him by the chin. “Honey. You are not fine. And you’re not going to bed yet, you’re filthy.”
Steve grimaces, but he stops fighting and lets Thor haul him into the bathroom. There, Thor guides him to sit on the chaise next to the flush inset bath. Natasha leans over and gets the water running and Tony kneels at Steve’s feet.
He looks like a wreck. His face is covered in a sheen of sweat and he’s shivering now, hunched over and gray-lipped.
“Thermometer?” Clint asks.
Tony barely glances back over his shoulder. “Uh. JARVIS?”
“Bottom drawer on the far left, Mister Barton.”
Steve’s eyes are glassy as Tony cups his face and looks into them. “How long have you been feeling off?”
Steve sighs and lays his head down on Tony’s shoulder. “Felt okay this morning. Had a headache this afternoon, but it wasn’t bad.”
“Okay,” Tony says, stroking the damp hair at the back of his neck. Clint holds out the thermometer and he takes it, nudging Steve’s head gently with his shoulder. “Let me see you for a second.”
Steve whines in a way that he’d normally never be caught dead doing and lifts his head like it weighs a thousand pounds.
“Thank you,” Tony says and slips the thermometer in Steve’s mouth. “Hold it under your tongue till it beeps.” He takes a second to look Steve over again as he clenches his jaw around the thermometer. Tony doesn’t see any injuries, which is good. Thor ends up putting ahand on his shoulder because he keeps swaying in place.
Bruce joins them as Tony’s watching the readout climb to 103. It finally beeps at 103.6 and Steve’s jaw loosens, the thermometer clattering to the floor between them.
“Jesus,” Tony mutters, but he ignores it in favor of waving Clint over. “A hundred and three-point six. Clint, help me get him out of the uniform. Thor, you got him?”
“Aye.”
“Here, Steve,” Bruce says, cupping a few tablets in his hand. “Take these. They’ll make you feel better.”
Steve opens his mouth and takes the pills without a fuss, lifting a shaking hand to touch the cup of water Nat presses to his lips after. He gasps when he’s finished, breathing more heavily from that small exertion. Tony’s chest winds up tighter and tighter as he works the front of the suit.
Clint peels it off when the clasps are all undone.
“Can I lay down now?” Steve asks, head drooping forward.
“Not yet, solnyshka. Bath first.”
Steve sighs but submits to further manhandling. The muscles in his stomach flinch away as Tony hikes up the skintight blue undershirt, which is resisting from how soaked it is. It’s gross, but not remotely the first thing on Tony’s mind as Clint helps him pull it over Steve’s head.
“Help him up,” Tony tells Clint and Thor and they both get a good grip of Steve’s arms and pull him to his feet. Steve’s shaky on his feet between them and Tony moves fast to unfasten his pants and get them down around his knees. Tasha uses her quick fingers to unbuckle his boots and pulls those off so they can shuffle him the rest of the way out of his pants.
Then, hooking his fingers around the waistband of Steve’s briefs, he looks up at him and says, “Okay, I’m taking the drawers next. That okay?”
“If it gets me in bed faster,” Steve says irritably.
Tony huffs and drags them off. Steve winces as they come down his thighs, so his skin mustbe oversensitive. Tony runs a gentle hand over one thigh. “Sorry about that. Okay, tub time.”
He and Bruce hover, moving back and forth behind them as Thor and Clint maneuver Steve over toward the tub and help him climb in despite his unsteady legs. He groans as the water moves up his body. Once he’s settled in the water, albeit shifting restlessly, Tony claps Thor on the back.
“Thanks, guys. I can take it from here.”
“Check his temperature again after,” Bruce instructs. “If it gets near 104 we’re taking him to medical.”
“Got it.”
Natasha bends over the side of the tub and brushes Steve’s hair back, laying a kiss at his hairline. “Feel better, solnyshka.”
Steve blinks blearily after her as they leave, the door whispering shut behind them.
Tony sits down on the marble edge around the tub and reaches across to grab a washcloth. He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so he’s not worried about getting a little wet. Dipping the cloth in the water, he pushes gently on Steve’s shoulder until he lies back against the slanted end of the tub, watching Tony with hazy eyes.
“You don’t feel very good, huh?” Tony asks.
Steve shakes his head, grimacing. “Haven’t felt this bad in a long time.”
“Sorry.” Tony squeezes out the washcloth over Steve’s neck and shoulder and he shudders. “We’re gonna clean you up and get your temp down a little and then you can go to bed.”
Steve squints up at him. “Are you gonna be okay?”
The fact that he’s concerned about Tony even when he feels this crappy makes Tony flushwarm. “Yeah, I think so. You’re not coughing or sneezing and I’m not planning on drinking this water, so I think it’ll be all right.”
“Don’t want to get you sick.” Steve closes his eyes as Tony runs the washcloth over his chest in slow strokes before soaking it again and squeezing the water over him.
“We were making out this morning, so I think that ship’s sailed, but I appreciate the concern, honey.”
Steve sighs and sinks a little deeper into the water. He’s pliant and obviously barely awake as Tony cleans under his arms and runs more water down his neck and shoulders. When Tony has him lean forward so he can give his hair a quick wash, he’s pretty sure Steve actually falls asleep for a second.
“How are you feeling?” he asks after about ten minutes of this.
“Better,” Steve says, sounding surprised. “Don’t ache so much.”
Tony smiles. “Hey, that’s great. Let me check your temperature again and we’ll get you out of here before it gets too cold.”
He turns around and retrieves the thermometer off the floor, peeling off the protective plastic and replacing it with a new one. Then he pops it in Steve’s mouth, smiling again at the way his nose wrinkles.
Tony runs his knuckles over Steve’s chest while they wait and Steve watches him with a low-lidded look that would be entirely too sexy if he didn’t still look so out of it.
Finally, the thermometer beeps and Tony takes it back. Steve’s temperature has come down to 101.4, which is a significant improvement.
“That’s what we like to see,” he says. “All right. Gimme your hand and let’s get you out of this tub.”
Tony braces himself on the bathmat and Steve takes hold of his hand. Carefully, he helpshaul Steve to his feet and lets him brace himself on Tony’s forearms as he climbs out. Once he’s sure Steve is steady, Tony leans over to grab a towel and starts drying him off. Steve puts ahand on his shoulder and Tony smiles where he can’t see; the way he feels when Steve relies on him like this, it’s...it’s a lot.
“Let me grab some pajamas. Do you want to sit?”
Steve nods and sinks down onto the chaise again. Tony hurries out to the closet and grabsone of Steve’s thinner pairs of sleep pants and a t-shirt and scurries back in. Steve is huddled in the towel when he gets back.
“Sorry,” he says when he sees Tony.
“Please don’t make me smack you when you’re sick.”
He gets a slightly peeved look in response, but Tony doesn’t care. Steve’s being ridiculous. He waves a hand.
“Come on. Up you get.”
Steve gets slowly to his feet and grabs on to Tony shoulder again when he gets within range. He lifts one leg at a time so Tony can help him into the sleep pants and then wobbles a little as Tony helps him put the shirt on.
“There you go,” Tony says, smoothing out the shirt over Steve’s chest. “Better.”
“Yeah,” Steve rasps and leans in to rest his forehead against the side of Tony’s head. “Thanks, Tony.”
“’Course, honey. Bed?”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, the desire clear in his voice.
They make their way to the bed and Steve crawls in while Tony strips out of his clothes. He’ll sleep in his underwear. He crawls in on the opposite side and leans over Steve, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. He’s still warm, but not fiery hot against his lips, thank God.
Tomorrow they’ll do some tests and see if they can figure out what’s going on, but he’ll be all right.
Tony kisses his shoulder and curls their hands together. Steve’s already most of the way to sleep, but his fingers tighten reflexively around Tony’s and he smiles.
in which steve’s copious sneezing interrupts fury’s speech (yikes)
[[this is a multi-chapter fic!! read part two here!]]
A New Kind of Mission
Chapter One: The Mandatory Meeting
***
Of course, just days after the battle with the Chitauri and Loki, Steve Rogers had managed to get sick. How this was possible, he had no idea. Then again, it was New York and who knew what kind of killer, super viruses were out there.
Normally, Steve would’ve stayed home and slept it off. The only thing truly stopping him was the mandatory Avengers meeting he had been informed of. At least Tony had said it was mandatory; it was most likely a party. For one, they were getting together at a suspicious time, 8 p.m. Secondly, it was at the Stark Towers, which were lavish enough to hold fancy parties, Steve assumed. Lastly, it had been Tony who’d called him in the first place. Ergo, a party.
However, Steve, being the gentleman he was, knew it would only be right for him to go, no matter how crappy he was feeling. Besides, Fury was supposed to be there and the last thing Steve needed was Fury on his back. So Steve popped a Mucinex pill, got dressed, shaved, thought about taking a travel pack of Kleenex with him (then decided against it), and locked his apartment.
***
“Steve!” Tony exclaimed, opening the door wide. “Welcome to the party!”
I knew it, Steve thought to himself, smiling as he stepped into the threshold. It seemed everyone else was already present. His fellow comrades were mingling. Thor was drinking out of what looked like a chalice, Natasha was laughing at something Clint was saying, and Bruce sat cross-legged on the sofa, doing a sudoku puzzle. Nick was at Tony’s bar, having a drink.
“Huh. I thought this was supposed to be an Avengers Initiative meeting,” Steve wondered aloud.
Nick set his glass down. “Don’t worry, it is. We were just waiting on a certain member’s arrival.”
Steve rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh, right.”
“Don’t make him feel bad, Fury,” Tony interjected. “It’s not his fault he’s used to dressing up all formal. Probably took him 40 minutes just to do his hair.”
Steve blushed to his toes as Tony pulled up a chair for him. “Alright fellow Avengers,” he announced, clapping his hands. “This meeting is in session.”
“I think I’m letting Bruce host the next conference,” Fury muttered, taking a quick sip of his drink as the group settled down. “Okay,” he began, “let’s get started. Over all, the mission was a success. No more Chitauri, Loki’s... well God knows where he is, but it ain’t here. New York is safe from robots, aliens, and monsters for the time being.”
Steve stiffened in his chair. His nose had just begun to itch and it was causing his eyes to water.
“However, there were quite a few close calls and... unexpected battle tactics.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and Clint nudged her disapprovingly.
Fury continued. “The next mission, whenever that may be, we have to make sure we’re all in sync, together. If we—”
Steve couldn’t hold it back any longer. He slowly brought his hand up to his nose. “Heh’TSHH!” He let it hover there, feeling another sneeze coming on. “Ah’SHUHH!”
“Bless you,” Natasha whispered while Fury continued to talk. Steve shifted his position, uncomfortable with the attention.
“If we’re not together, bad things happen,” the leader informed them. “And by ‘bad things,’ I mean, people die. If—”
“Hh’NNGT!” Steve jammed two fingers under his flaring nostrils, breath quietly catching in his throat. “Hah’SHHT!”
“If—”
“TSSHH! Eh’XXXT!” The captain’s shoulders shook with the force of his sneezes. He lightly rubbed his nose, silently begging it to stop bothering him.
Fury started to talk for the third time. “If we—”
“Hap’SHUHH!” Steve sneezed harshly, unable to hold it in.
“Goddammit Cap, I’m trying to give a speech!” Fury snapped, taking a quick sip.
Steve flushed red as they glanced over at him. “Ahem. Um, excuse me. I hahh... uh, does anyone have any...?” He trailed off, one hand cupping his nose. Bruce, bless him, tossed Steve a box of tissues which he caught one handed. He turned away from them as he blew his nose.
“If we formulate a plan, let’s try to stick with it, okay people? Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. Anyone else want to say anything?”
Tony stood up. “I’d just like to thank all my supporters—”
“Boo!” Clint shouted, hands cupped over his mouth to amplify the sound. “Boooo!”
Bruce chuckled at Tony’s irritated look. “Well, anyway, here’s to us,” he said, raising his glass. “To us!”
“To us!” They echoed as Steve snatched a couple more tissues from the box and buried his twitching nose in them. “Hahh... hahH! Hah’TSHOO! Nn’XXXT! Hur’XSSH!”
“Bless you, Cap, Jesus... you okay?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. The others looked at him expectantly.
“I’m fine,” he waved them off, sniffling. “Just... huhh! Just some dust or something.” He had his knuckles placed firmly under his nose, effectively staving off the sneeze.
If there was anything going right for him that night, it sure wasn’t the Mucinex.
***
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15, 27, and 52 for sick Stucky, please? (For the sick prompts list.)
15: “It’s not a fever, I’ve been in the sun…”
27: “Your hands are freezing, don’t touch me.”
52: “We need to get this fever down.”
Thank you so much for this, anon. I’m really sorry it took me ten years to write, and also just kind of…fizzled out at the end XD endings are hard lol.
The fic is below the cut :)
“Will you stop looking at me like that?” Steve grumbles, squirming slightly under Bucky’s gaze as he stabs at some of his eggs with his fork.
Bucky ignores him, and stands up from his spot at the table to stand next to him, “you’re flushed. I think you have a fever.”
“No I don’t.”
Bucky strokes Steve’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, and then frowns at just how heated his skin is, “well that’s…you’re really burning up, honey.”
“S’not a fever, I’ve been in the sun…”
“When? It’s ten in the morning. You just woke up fifteen minutes ago.”
“…Yesterday.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, “bed. Go lie down.”
“I’m-”
“-sick. Yeah, I know.”
Steve looks at him in complete annoyance, “that’s not what i was going to say.”
“I know, but you are. Go lie down.”
“I don’t need to go lie down,” Steve snaps, “I’m fine, and I don’t have a fever.”
“Honey.”
Steve pauses, eyes glazing over, “I’m fine.”
“Honey.”
His entire demeanor has shifted in an instant - going from hostile and defensive, his entire body tense, to just absolutely deflated.
“Oh,” he mumbles. He honestly hadn’t even felt bad at all leading up to this - he had woken up feeling a little bit weird, but now he just feels downright dreadful.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly, putting a hand between his shoulder blades.
Steve rubs at his eyes, “just…tired.”
That’s not even the half of it, but he feels too unexpectedly fuzzy to be able to voice how he’s actually feeling.
“Yeah, I’m not surprised.”
Steve pushes himself up from the table, his vision darkening at the sudden change in position. It takes a few moments, and everything going completely dark before it clears. Bucky’s arms shoot out to steady him, worry gnawing at the pit of his stomach.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as the lightheadedness is replaced with a heavy pounding.
“How long have you been feeling sick for?” Bucky asks, putting a hand on the small of his back as he nudges him towards the couch.
“Um…not that long? I felt okay up until a few minutes ago.”
“What’s bothering you?”
“Head…everything…”
Steve falls face first onto the couch, and Bucky grimaces at just how quickly this is seeming to come on and how quickly he dropped the ‘I’m fine’ act.
Bucky pats his shoulder, “you’re going to suffocate, honey.”
“Good,” he mutters.
“No, not good,” Bucky laughs, rubbing his back. “How’d you even get sick, anyways? It’s summer.”
“M'mot sick.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, pressing his hand to Steve’s cheek again, “then how do you explain the fever?”
“…I…can’t really,” Steve groans, “your hands are freezing, Buck. Don’touch me.”
Bucky laughs, “you’re the cutest, you know that, right?”
“Am not,” he mumbles into the cushions, eyelids drooped.
Bucky grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over him before walking into the kitchen. By the time he comes back, Steve is shivering and has burrowed himself into the couch and blanket as much as possible.
“Oh, honey,” Bucky sighs, “we need to get this fever down…starting with the blanket.”
“If you take my blanket, I want a divorce,” Steve threatens.
Bucky chuckles, “how about we just wait to make any rash decisions. Let’s get the fever down and then you can tell me if you still want the divorce.”
He tugs the blanket away in one fluid motion, and then drops it onto the ground while Steve glares at him. All malice is lost behind the glassy eyes, pale face, and flushed cheeks.
“Why are you like this?” Steve groans, scrubbing at his nose with a light sniffle.
“I’m doing this because I love you,” he says, putting the thermometer in his ear.
“I love you too, I guess,” Steve grumbles, smothering a cough into his fist.
“So no divorce?”
“Depends how mean you are to me.”
Bucky stares at the thermometer, “I have a feeling that once we get this down, you’ll love me a whole lot more. One hundred and three, you must be miserable.”
Steve nods, looking up at him through bleary, fever bright eyes, “yeah.”
“And it just hit?”
“Uh-huh…m’exhausted.”
“Take these,” Bucky says, pressing two pills into his palm, “and then sleep.”
“‘Kay…thank you.”
Bucky kisses his burning forehead, “hopefully this is just a fluke thing, and you’ll feel better once you’ve woken up.”
@ishipallthings so the Tony and favorite food thing got a teeny tiny bit long so I’m talking about the rest here!
Steve being sick is so important to me? Kinda? Like maybe it was a virus specific designed for him? But I imagine that would do more harm than just like a flu because if someone tries to fight the serum they would do it full force.
So maybe it’s like an Asgardian sickness? Steve can get drunk from Asgardian met so maybe they have some kind of hardcore flu up there and Thor brings it down and while everybody stays like a 100 meters aways from Thor for their own health, Steve “I don’t get sick, I have the serum” on the other hand help Jane playing nurse just to get sick himself.
Turns out everyone else is freaking vaccinated against the midgardian flu and than helps against the asgardian one too. (I have no clue about medicine just roll with it) But Steve of course is not because Serum and shit so he gets sick. And he’s the whiniest little bitch ever.
Bucky is like “Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?”. But guess what Steve is way to used to his serum and healing factor now, and staying home and in bed while the team is out fighting is against his big stubborn head. Tony really does his best and coddles him non-stop and when they team is called to a small incident he decides to stay at home with his grumpy and cranky boyfriend to make sure he really stays in bed and cooks him soup and his favorite food. Having Tony around and pitty him helps Steve and he falls even more in love with his smol boyfriend.
If that’s even possible.
