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Sick!Bucky X Reader

I had been looking all over for the Ex Assassin for the past hour with no luck. He was supposed to train with me and Steve, but no one had seen him yet today.

I continued to walk around for about 10 more minutes before my "supernatural" ears picked up the sound of someone vomiting in one of the spare bathrooms. Being the mom friend of the team, I quickly speed towards the sound to make sure whoever it was, was at least semi-okay.

To my surprise, when I entered the bathroom I found the long, brown-haired super soldier hunched miserably over the toilet. His metal arm was slightly cracking the porcelain from the white knuckle grip he had on the bowl as he continued to let out painful dry heaves.

I softly settled behind him and pulled his hair back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get thrown up in. I then began to rub small circles across his back to try and comfort him even a little. The toilet bowl was empty, which meant that Bucky had yet to bring anything up yet.

I quickly got up and grabbed an empty glass from the counter and filled it with water. Once I got back to the sickly man, I handed the glass to him.

"Drink some water. It might help you... you know. If nothing else you need the fluids," (Y/n) tried but Bucky didn't look convinced. He didn't want to throw up, but he didn't want to keep feeling as sick as he was either. His stomach flopped and cramped again and he gagged over the toilet but nothing. So be it.

"Thanks," he breathed out, though half of the word was lost in his throat as he took a few cautious sips. The coolness calmed the burning in his throat that he hadn't realized was so intense until that moment. He took a few more desperate gulps, not realizing how thirsty he was until (Y/n) took what was left in the glass away and rubbed his back again.

"Easy. I don't want you feeling worse if it just sits in your stomach," (Y/n) grabbed the half-full glass back and placed it next to them. Bucky sighed and sat back on his knees, leaning into her hand slightly.

For a moment the water settled cooly in his stomach, providing an empty relief to the pain and he thought everything might be over. Then the coolness began creeping back up his throat and his stomach twisted painfully. He groaned and launched himself at the toilet, gripping the sides as he heaved again and finally brought up the water, followed by the rest of his stomach contents.

He coughed and choked as the floodgates opened and he found himself in an endless cycle of heaving and panting. (Y/n)'s gentle hands were on his shuddering back as she hushed him and tried to remind him to breath in-between waves of sick.

Bucky was too far-gone to worry about being embarrassed and found himself grateful for the calm reassurance at the moment. The girl's soft voice gave him something to focus on as each heave deprived him of more oxygen and his vision began going spotty around the edges. His head was throbbing, his neck and back strained as the dizziness grew stronger and stronger. For a while, he was legitimately afraid he might pass out with his head down the toilet.

Once Bucky was certain he was done, and his vision came back into focus, he leaned back into (Y/n) and allowed her to wipe the excess vomit from his face and flushed the toilet. She scooped up the sick man and brought him into the bedroom part of the spare space, not wanting to drag him all the way up to their shared floor.

(Y/n) gently placed the newest avenger on the guest bed then went back to the bathroom for the glass of water, a cold washcloth and a sick bin. She placed the cold rag on his forehead for the obvious fever, and set the glass of water on the table, then put the sick bin to the side for later when she would inevitably need it.

Once he was settled in, then decided to walk around the compound to find Steve and let him know what's happening. It didn't take long with her superspeed for (Y/n) to find the America themed hero. While she had gone to find Bucky, Steve stayed to train with Nat. I walked up to him and gestured for him to follow me. I turned around once to make sure he was following, but after that, just hurriedly headed back to Bucky.

When we got to the hallway and outside the sick man's door, I looked in and saw him sitting up, slumped heavily on the edge of the bed, his head resting in his hands.

(Y/n) saw his shoulders lurch before he gagged suddenly and she was speeding into the room. She had the bucket under his chin before he could make a mess all over himself. Bucky looked stunned as he tried to bend over the bucket and spat the acid into it, trying to catch his breath. After a day of mostly dry-heaving the suddenness had startled him, leaving him in a daze.

Steve stood worriedly in the hallway, not really knowing what to do. I looked back at him letting him know he could come in, as Bucky finished up with his bout of sickness. Steve sat on the bed and comforted his unwell friend as I went to empty the trash bin, making sure it was clean, and then returning to the pair.

I saw that Steve was helping Bucky take a few sips of the water and then lay back down again as I entered the bedroom again. I smiled slightly, other than me, Steve was the only other person that Bucky would be vulnerable with, then again, they were extremely close before all the super-soldier serum shit.

As soon as Bucky had fallen asleep, Steve and I quietly left the room to train, asking FRIDAY to let us know when he awoke again.

A/n: Welp I hope you enjoyed, sorry it was kinda shit. Leave y'alls requests in the comments. BYEEEEE!

~Luna