Avengers Sick/Hurtfics

Just Hold Me

So this is gonna mess with canon a bit because Sam, Steve, and Bucky are all in a car and on the run. Technically Bucky would be in Wakanda but I'm messing with it so this fic will work :)

This is Stucky btw, so if you don't like that then don't read. 

Also, just pretend Tony didn't destroy his arm lol.

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Steve was driving while Sam navigated from shotgun, leaving Bucky to the backseat (the one behind Steve). But sitting in the backseat of the car as they drove through mountain roads, every bump and curve fucked with his stomach more and more. 

After 2 hours in the car, his stomach was rolling over and over. He leaned his head on the window, the cool glass feeling nice against his clammy skin. "Buck, you ok?" Steve asked, looking in the rear-view mirror. Bucky just nodded, wrapping his flesh arm around his stomach. "Queasy? Windy roads used to get you a bit..." "I don' 'member that." Bucky mumbled, shrugging. 

Another 15 minutes and Bucky shifted in his seat, tightening his grip on his stomach with a groan. "Steve..." Bucky whined. "Should I pull over?" He asked, causing Sam to look back too. "You're a trained assassin that gets carsick?" Sam laughed, seeing Bucky's pale face. Bucky flipped Sam off, shutting his eyes. "Buck, let me know if you need me to pull over." Steve said gently. 

Bucky sat still for 5 minutes before his stomach lurched. "S-Steve." He choked, moving his arm from his stomach to cover his mouth. Steve took one look at Bucky before pulling the car to the side of the road. Bucky fumbled the seat-belt off before the car was stopped, and opened the door as it slowed to a stop. He tried to get out but his legs were shaking to the point were he wound up falling on his hands and knees. "Steve!" He whined before an ineffective retch surfaced. Steve turned the car off, hopping out and kneeling by Bucky. The brunette wrapped his right arm around his stomach, using the metal one to keep from tumbling over. "Okay, you're okay Buck." "Steve." He whimpered again. "I'm right here, s'okay." Steve soothed, rubbing up and down his shaking and pulling Bucky's sweaty hair back. Sam got out of the car, grabbing a water bottle from the trunk. Setting it next to the super soldiers, he returned to his seat. Bucky heaved again, vomit dangling from his pink lips. "I- hrrk-" He cut off with another wet gag. "You're doing good baby, hang on." Steve hopped up quickly, grabbing a fast-food napkin from the glove box before resuming his previous position. Bucky breathed heavily over the mess, shutting his eyes half so he didn't have to see it, half because the world was spinning. He felt Steve wipe the sick from his face with the napkin. Steve...Steve was so gentle. He remembers that. His soft voice, he remembered that too. Bucky felt Steve's fingers running through his hair soothingly and instinctively lent into his touch. Part of Bucky felt like he shouldn't let his guard down like this, but he just felt so...safe.

"Think you're ok to get back on the road?" Steve whispered after around 5 minutes. Bucky just shrugged. "I can sit in the back with you and have Sam drive? Or you could have the front seat?" "Maybe j-just in the back with you..." He murmured in response. "Alright." He answered softly. "Sam, can you drive the car so I can sit in the back with Buck?" "Yeah man, sure. Take care of your carsick boyfriend." Sam smiled. Steve blushed as he helped Bucky up and into the car. Sam went to the trunk again, moving some of the food (they went to the store in disguise to buy food heh) around in the bags to empty one. He handed it to Steve before settling into the drivers seat. Bucky leaned into Steve, resting his head on the blonde's shoulder. God, he hoped he could just sleep through the rest of the damn drive.

"Mm- Steve..." Bucky mumbled, fidgeting. He'd managed to sleep for maybe 30 minutes. Steve looked at Bucky, seeing his paling face. Steve opened the plastic bag as Bucky moved his hand over his mouth. Handing him the bag, Steve brushed his hair back, holding it out of his face. Practically folded in half, Bucky held the bag in between his knees and retched violently. "Gross." Sam muttered. Steve rubbed his hand in circles over Bucky's back, heart sinking at the heat radiating through his shirt. "Sam, can you pull over?" Sam obeyed, the car quickly making it's way off the road. Opening the door, Steve helped Bucky out of the car, abandoning the bag as he doubled over, heaving onto the dirt while Steve held almost all of his weight up. "Easy love.. I know it hurts just try and breathe." He whispered. Bucky answered with a harsh gag, followed by a stream of liquid and a bit of half-digested ham sandwich. He whined aloud, bile dribbling from his lips. "Done?" Steve asked softly. Bucky shrugged, spitting. Steve guided him to the car, wiping his mouth off once he was seated. The blond walked up to the front, sighing. "He's got a fever, how far till we could get a hotel? In like, a junk town. We'll wear disguise, pay with cash, get him the hell out of this car. I can use my fake ID, it'll be fine.""You have a fake ID?" Sam smirked. "Romanoff got it for my 100th birthday." He explained. "Damn, never would've guessed. America's hero deceiving the innocent. Anyways, probably around 45 minutes. I've got plenty of fake mustaches, I can spare one to get a room, I guess." Sam chuckled. Nodding, Steve slipped into the backseat with his boyfriend. Wrapping an arm around Bucky, he felt him rest his head onto his shoulder. "To Motel 6 we go. 34 bucks for a room... this'll be interesting. 49 minutes till arrival boys." Sam announced.