Avengers Sickfics and Preferences

Holding It In- Steve X Reader

Request for @sisteroop ~

After a month-long mission in Afghanistan, all any of the Avengers wanted to do was load onto the Quinjet and sleep the whole way home, but as they were loading onto the ship, (Y/N)'s stomach began to cramp uncomfortably but she put that down to her period, not realising that her last period was just over a week ago. 

She tiredly sat into her seat and laid her head on her partner in crime, Steve Rogers' shoulder which was not unusual for her to do when she was tired so he sat back and allowed himself to fall into a peaceful sleep. However, the same could not be said for (Y/N) as she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't make her insides feel like they were ripping each other apart. 

She decided on visiting Clint and letting Natasha rest. " Hey, 'Tasha, you can sleep for a while, I'll keep him company." The offer was greatly appreciated as Natasha ducked out of the cockpit and over to where (Y/N) was sitting. "What's up? You never give up your seat?" Clint was right in saying that it was very unusual for her to give up her seat without a fight. "Don't feel great and Steve is fast asleep so I don't want to wake him, y'know?" 

"Oh, so, you'll hang with me when Captain Hottie won't?" 

"Shut up! Someone could hear you saying that. Anyways, he's still not over Peggy and I couldn't do that to him."

"Bullshit. You're just scared because you've never let yourself fall in love. It's the best thing ever, kiddo." Clint reached a hand out to comfortingly rub her thigh but noticed the way she was twisted in a way that he thought as uncomfortable as it could get but it somewhat eased the strong stabbing sensation that resided in her torso.

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As they were pulling their gear into the tower, sudden nausea began in the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach and she sped up her pace. "Are you okay (Y/N/N)?" She didn't trust herself to speak for fear that it wouldn't just be words coming out of her mouth so she opted to nod in reply instead. 

"Hey, where are you going?" Steve asked as he chased her down the corridor to her bedroom.

"Bed."

"Oh, okay. I was just going to see if you wanted anything."

"Sleep is all I want right now."

"Sleep well."

As (Y/N) veered into her room, she immediately dropped her bag and dashed into her ensuite to hurl the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough and ended up crawling out of the puddle of puke and over to the toilet where she continued to empty the contents of her stomach. After an hour of vomiting every five to ten minutes, she was sitting with her back to her bath/shower, eyes closed, trying to ignore the putrid smell of her rejected food which was sitting a couple of feet away.

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"What on earth are you doing, Capsicle?"

"Making soup."

"Why?"

"(Y/N) looks sick. I'm preparing for the worst."

"God, you really are a soldier."

"Give me that carrot."

"Sir, Yes Sir."

"Shut up."

"But then it would just be silent?"

"And that would be nice."

"Aw, come on. I was just saying-"

"You're doing too much of that."

"You're an asshole."

"Language!"

The pair continued to bicker back and forth as the soup was boiling on the hob. Meanwhile, (Y/N) was trying to make her way to her back but somehow ended up on the floor. She began shivering as she curled herself tightly into a ball. "JARVIS, turn up the heat please."

"Yes, Miss (L/N). Would you like me to notify Captain Rogers of your illness?"

"Steve? Where is he?"

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"Captain Rogers, it appears that Miss (L/N) is seriously ill and requires attention immediately."

"Shit-"

"Language!"

"Watch the soup!" He roared to the scientist as he sprinted to the elevators. He pressed the up button repeatedly for thirty seconds before deciding that the stairs would be faster. Of course the second he made it to the door to the stairs, the elevator doors magically opened. He raced up the four flights of stairs and pushed open the door to (Y/N)'s bedroom and immediately, the stench hit his nose and darted to (Y/N)'s side. After confidently assessing her as being unconscious, he picked her up and laid her down on her large bed. 

He walked around to determine what happened in the ninety minutes since he had last seen the woman. The bathroom was a total mess with vomit all over the floor and her room wasn't much better. They had been rushed off to Afghanistan and (Y/N) must not have had time to tidy before she left. He was looking at the polaroids she had taped to her wall as he heard a voice.

 "Steve?" 

"(Y/N/N)! Hey, how you doing?" 

"Need to rinse out the taste."

"Okay, okay. Here, I'll help you." "That's it, here we go." "Almost there, just through the door." His words of encouragement were somewhat calming as the younger woman was lifted onto her bathroom counter. He took her toothbrush out of its cup and filled the plastic cup just over halfway. "Sorry. You didn't sign up for this." 

"I know, I am willingly doing this. Now, how 'bout you sit on the edge of the tub and I try and comb out the puke from your hair?"

"Ok."

As the super-soldier began to run the comb through her (H/C) hair, his fingertips accidentally brushed over her forehead and he realised just how hot she was. "You feel a little warm, mind if I go get the thermometer?" (Y/N) just nodded and he clambered out from behind her, in search of a thermometer. 

Steve decided the easiest place to find a thermometer was most likely the med-bay and was standing in the elevator, waiting for it to arrive on the 34th floor. "Sir, it seems that Miss (L/N) is in a lot of pain and has begun throwing up again. Shall I speed the elevator up?" 

"Uh- Yes, please. Do that."

His heart shattered when he entered the bathroom and saw his best friend with her knees at her chest, sitting against the tiled bathtub and with two hands clasped over her mouth as if she had said something she shouldn't have. He crouched down and pulled her hair out of her face and tying it into a messy ponytail. "Okay doll, you have to let it out. Holding it in ain't gonna help you. Please?" (Y/N)'s body convulsed forwards and puke dripped out between her fingers. Steve wrapped two arms around her small form and he led her over to the toilet. He pulled the two vomit hands away from her mouth and her whole body shook as she retched, over and over until she couldn't anymore. 

Eventually, the woman dozed off, nestled into Steve's side on the bathroom floor so he carried her to her bed. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite as asleep as Steve thought and held onto his wrist. Steve shook his head, not wanting to take advantage of her ill manner. "You can't do this, she's got the stomach flu!" The Supersoldier thought. "Please?"

"Just this once."

"I love you. Y'know I call you Captain Hottie behind your back?"

"Uh, I didn't know that. Now, how bout you get some sleep?"

"Okay."

Steve slid in under the covers beside (Y/N) and let her lay her head down onto his chest. Once he was certain that she was asleep and could hear her breathing settle into a slow rhythm, he started whispering to her. 

"I love you too. I know, crappy timing, right? But I do."