Requested by one of my best friends, Faith! <3
Summary: You are sick, and Bucky takes care of you.
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"Darn Peter and his stupid school with his stupid sickness!" You cursed, throwing the kitchen cabinet open and popping two Ibuprofens in your mouth.
"I'm sorry!" Peter said, coughing before sneezing.
You waved your hand at him, taking a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Doll?!" You heard Bucky yell. "Are you sick?!"
"Yup!" You yelled back.
Fast footsteps, and Bucky appeared in the kitchen.
"Okay doll, that's enough work for now," Bucky said, moving his arms in a "c'mere" motion.
"What the-"
"Don't ask questions!" Bucky said. "C'mon! Time to rest!"
"Bucky, I seriously-"
But before you could finish talking, Bucky picked you up, racing upstairs with you in his arms, and placing you gently on the bed.
He placed your water on the nightstand.
"Don't. Move," He said. "Do you want lemongrass tea, or peppermint?"
"Bucky, I'm not that sick," You said, but right when you said that, he sneezed, having Bucky chuckle.
"Uh-huh," He said.
You huffed a breath.
"Peppermint," You muttered, leaning back in the pillows, deafeated.
Bucky smiled softly, moving a strand of hair out of your face, before kissing your forehead.
"Be back in a bit," He said, before going out the room.
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About an hour later, Bucky came through the door, a basket in his hand.
He walked towards you, placing it on your lap.
"Was this for me?" You asked.
"Mhm!" Bucky said, proudly.
Smiling, ou peered in the basket.
There were two of your favorite scented candles, a bouquet (Your/Favorite/Flowers), Rosewater Spray, small bottles of orange juice, two jars of homemade soup, and crackers.
Steve came in with your mug of tea, and he caressed your shoulder, before leaving.
"Wow," You said, placing the basket on the ground. "Thanks Buck."
"No problem, baby doll," Bucky said, kissing your head. "Steve said he'll bring up dinner."
"Awh," You said.
Bucky came around the bed, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on your head.
You put on (Your/Favorite/Movie or TV/Show), snuggling into Bucky, sipping your tea.
By the end of the first episode, you felt like crap.
You were sweaty, you had a headache, and your nose was running.
You paused the show, getting up.
You groaned.
"What's wrong?" Bucky asked.
"I feel like CRAP!" You said.
"I'm so sorry, baby doll," Bucky said.
"I'm gonna take a shower," You said. "Can you light the candles?"
"Of course, doll," Bucky said.
You went to the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and stepping into the shower.
But no matter how much you washed, you still felt yucky.
You stepped out of the shower, putting on a tank-top and shorts, and high socks.
You felt a little better, but not much.
By the time you stepped outside, the candles were lit, giving the room a good smell, and dinner was brought up.
It was (Your/Favorite/Soup).
And a pill of Ibuprofen.
Sighing, you opening your bottle of juice, popping the pill in your mouth and swallowing it with a gulp of juice.
"You okay?" Bucky asked, and you nodded.
Bucky handed you an ice pack, and you kissed his head.
Sitting next to him, you resumed the show, placing the ice pack on your forehead as Bucky fed you small bites of the soup.
By the end of the movie/show, your headache was gone, and your soup was eaten.
You were half asleep, leaning against Bucky.
He had his arms tightly around you, placing small kisses on your head and forehead.
"Goodnight doll," He whispered. "Sweet dreams."
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