Bucky. That's all Steve wanted and needed in his life. Before the war, during, and even after, all Steve wanted was his solider. His Bucky.
After the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve kept trying to find Bucky to bring him home. Everyone was against this...
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Time skip 2 months
Over couple of months, the team has been working on taking down hydra bases and putting those agents in prison. After a lot of discussion, we ended up putting Rebecca in the raft to where she can longer hurt anyone but can suffer for everything she has done to Bucky and our family.
When I woke up this morning I wasn't feeling good at all. I haven't been for the last couple of days, but today is worse.
"JARVIS? Where is Bucky?" I asked
"He is downstairs in the living room with the rest of the team." JARVIS says.
Before I could respond, a wave of nausea hit and I ran to the bathroom emptying my guts into the toilet.
"Uhg. I have not missed this shit." I groan out.
I try to stand up but I get really dizzy. I have to grab onto the counter to hold me up. After a few more minutes, I brush my teeth, go back into the room and put on one of Bucky's hoodies, and grab the big fuzzy blanket he uses when he regresses.
I wrapped it around my body and started making my way to the common living room.
At this point I didn't give two shits about how pathetic I looked. I felt like that 16 year old boy sick and fragile wanting his boyfriend to hold him safely in his arms.
When I walked into the living room, some of the team noticed me but I just went straight over to Bucky.
He looked up at me as I was climbing into his lap snuggling into him wrapping myself up trying to get warm.
"Doll, are you okay?" He asked.
I just whimpered snuggling closer to him if possible.
"JARVIS?" I heard Bucky ask.
"It appears that Captain's scarlet fever and sinusitis is back." JARVIS says.
Bucky instantly sits up straight and pulls me back.
"No, you are so warm." I pout out.
"I know doll. I just need to look at something real quick." He says as he unwraps me lifting up the hoodie and looking at me chest.
"Oh doll." He says softly.
I look down and see my chest is all broken up in a rash like it used to do when I was a kid.
"Please just hold me Bucky" I whisper out.
He pulls me back into him and wraps me up tightly.
"How long has this been going on JARVIS?" He asked.
"The last two days but today is the worst. From the scan I have done of him, it seems it will be getting worse over night and into tomorrow if medication is not administered." JARVIS says.
