Cinnamon girl- bucky barnes

you gave my daughter drugs???!!!

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As much as you enjoyed making your dad breakfast every morning; you definitely weren't up to it.

Much to your fathers dismay, you were bedridden.

Doctor's orders.

Steve's orders.

That means other people had to cook for you, which you hated. Not because you didn't like being served breakfast, but because it usually tasted horrible.

Thankfully you live in New York, where you can find the best breakfast burritos in the world; so you texted Peter and asked him to bring you one.

He had been nonstop texting you to check up on you. It was sweet, but it was getting annoying. So you decided to invite him over to shut up the excessive messages.

Peter had a habit of coming into your room from your balcony, probably because he got to show off his spidey skills. So you kept the doors open.

"How long till I can take another one." you wined.

Steve had a timer set on his watch that went off every four hours so he could give you pain meds. And yes, he kept them with him so you couldn't steal any.

"I just gave you one, you're gonna have to wait. Sorry darling." Steve said, giving you a sympathetic smile.

"Steve it's not like i'm gonna overdose. Please, I won't tell." you tried to bargain with him.

"There are lots of bad things that can happen, didn't you hear the doctor? We gotta trust our healthcare workers honey."

Dude. I was trippin balls, don't you remember?

"Okay whatever. At least bring me some Hawaiian punch?"

"No can do. You gotta stay hydrated, i'll refill your water bottle."

"You are literally the worst."

"Love you too." he said, filling up your hydro flask with water from your small fridge.

All of a sudden, there's was crash to your left, and a loud groan from a teenage boy.

Peter needs to work on his aim.

Steve quickly turned to see what the ruckus was, and rolled his eyes as he was met with a broken lamp and a boy in a red leotard laying on the floor by your balcony.

"I brought your burrito." Peter said.

"Pete are you okay?" you asked, getting out of bed to help the poor boy.

"Yeah, i'm good. Minor fall." he said, trying to act tough.

"Hey! Back in bed missy." Steve averred.

You shot peter a look and crawled back up your blankets and 30 new stuffed animals (from your favorite Asgardians).

Peter sat next to you on top of the sheets and handed you a burrito that was the size of your head.

"Thanks Pete." you said, immediately digging into your breakfast delicacy.

Steve put your water bottle on your side table. "I'll leave you two alone know. Peter, make sure she stays in bed and doesn't do anything crazy?"

"Yes sir, uh I mean yes captain." Peter said.

"Good. And no funny business." Steve said, exiting your room.

Peter's face flushed crimson.

Sorry Pete. I like my men a little older than you.

"Soo... how's cinnamonbun doing?" you asked.