What the fudge? (Ch6)

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Steve got up quickly, next to Buck and staring at the child in his arms. Bucky looks nervous out of his mind, already trying to hand the kid to him.

"Steve I'm no good with children.. you know this, come on." His friend reasoned, shifting the definitely unconscious child off his arm.

"Right uh, oh," Steve took the awfully thin child, frowning at him. There was a scarred over tatto of a 2 on his exposed shoulder, and then next to that a spider symbol.

Gosh, the kid was burning up..

Steve sat down, brows furrowing at a lump on the smaller's back. He glanced at Bucky, who just stood there.

"You're alright, son.. you'll be fine. Just fine." He grimaced when the kid let out a wet, raspy wheeze and struggled in his arms weakly.

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Peter feels funny. He's been sick, sure, and they'd give him some more medicine, but he vaguely hears talking in the room.

He notes how his body is tense, yet relaxed. Freezing, yet burning. He registers a burning pain in his back and cheeks, tears welling up in all 4 of his eyes.... huh?

His eyes snap open, body thrashing against his will. Four... well he can't see anything right now, it... oh god, this hurts.

He hears hushed talking, and they seem almost worried for him. He suddenly feels weightless, a pair of well muscled arms wrapped around his small body.

S2 quickly calms down, letting out a low whine. He soon falls into a restless, fever induced sleep. And he would stay like that for several days.


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IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT -Author

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