*time skip from previous chapter*
The fever broke after about a day in the medbay.
Bucky had been hooked up to heavy sedatives and even heavier anti-biotics to fight whatever was making him so miserable.
Sam was there every moment, Bruce was there too, patiently answering Sam's questions.
Peter was still apologizing about the webbing incident, saying he didn't know about Bucky's trauma and hated that he made him worse than he was in that moment.
The second day in the medbay, Bucky woke up and was cleared to go back to his room.
"AAAAACHOOOOO" a sneeze sounded through the common room. Nat was swirling a heavy pot of Russian stew on the stove, a secret recipe only Bucky, Wanda, and Clint seemed to know. Bucky sniffed and leaned into Sam, snoring quietly as he tried to call back to sleep.
Sam couldn't help but coo at the sight. Bucky looked so vulnerable, neither Peter nor Wanda really knew what to do. They hadn't seen his Winter Soldier episodes nor Bucky so helpless, so it was an anomaly for them.
Nat gently handed Sam a bowl of the delicious stew, gently shaking a shivering super soldier. He say up, wincing as he did so, and drank a few sips of the soup.
The fever had broken but chills and pounding headaches soon followed. Bruce admitted he was a little concerned about Bucky's brainwashing intensifying the headaches, but the super soldier knew how to hide his pain.
Clint padded into the common room quietly, Steve and Tony soon followed with Peter. Bucky didn't notice, if he did he didn't make any movements, only kept clinging to Sam like a koala.
Sam held his breath while the ex-assassin nuzzled into his neck. An abnormally warm metal arm wrapped it's way around its chest, and Bucky laid on the Falcon adorably. Tony snickered but Steve swatted him gently, the pair and Peter sat on the other love seat silently. Nat say next to Sam and the miserable super soldier. Clint and Wanda sat on the loveseat, Wanda practicing her magic with tiny shapes.
Bucky groaned into Sam.
"Headache again?"
A muffled moan that translated to a sickly yes.
"Do you want to take some medicine?"
Another confirming groan into Sam's collar bone.
"Nat hand me the-" the red head was already passing Sam the tiny medicine cup.
"Thanks. I'm gonna take him to go get some rest so y'all can watch some Tv." Wilson whispered quietly.
Nat gave him a thumbs up while Sam carefully picked up his sick needy koala boyfriend.
Bucky was lightly snoring, adorably asleep even if he looked gloomy and desolate.
"I know Jamie. It's ok, you'll feel better soon." Sam whispered soft reassurances while opening the door to their bedroom.
He'd be better in a few days.
It would just be a rough few days.
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Domestic Avengers
FanfictionDO NOT COPY THIS ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES WITHOUT GIVING ME CREDIT. The random scenarios in my head that would totally happen. For context: -Clint doesn't have his wife (atm) -They all live at the tower. Civil War happened but everything is (mostly) g...
