Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 2

Sick Pt. 2

A/N: This next request is another part two of a story from my Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 book, so if you haven't read the first part of Sick, go check it out! Enjoy the teasing and flirting in this one, my loves! Cute and playful Bucky incoming. 😏

Bucky: I'm sick, doll. 🙁

That was the first text you received when you woke up the Monday after Bucky had spent the weekend nursing you back to health. You were still a little stuffy, coughing, and felt slightly fatigued, but with all the medicine he'd plowed you with, you were feeling leagues better than when you woke up on Friday morning.

Y/n: I told you that you'd catch my cold if you didn't keep your distance. 😆

Bucky: This isn't funny, doll. I'm dying.

Y/n: You are not dying, drama queen.

Bucky: I'm hurt. I thought you loved me. 😭

Y/n: I do, but you aren't dying, babe.

Bucky: Am too.

You laughed at his message and shook your head. Leave it to Bucky to turn a stuffy nose and sore throat into the worst case of man cold the world had ever encountered.

Y/n: Well, do you think you can hold on long enough for me to come say my goodbyes?

Bucky: It's a little iffy, but I think I can hold off on dying until I see that beautiful face. 😵

Y/n: I'll be there in an hour. Don't die on me, Bucky.

Lucky for you, it was a long weekend and you weren't expected back at work until the following day. You took a quick shower, gathered up a few items to bring with you, threw on some warm, comfy clothes and were out the door. On the way to Bucky's apartment, you stopped at the store and grabbed some more essentials he would need to help his symptoms, along with snacks and something simple to make him for dinner that night.

Bucky: Y/nnnnnn, where are you? I can't hold on much longer. 😫

Y/n: I'm on my way. I had to stop at the store.

Bucky: How much longer will you be? I think I hear death's call getting closer.

Y/n: 😂

Y/n: I'm pulling up now, so I'll make sure to tell death he has the wrong apartment on my way up.

You grabbed the bags from your car and climbed the two flights of stairs to Bucky's apartment. Before you could knock, the door swung open and Bucky reached out and pulled you inside. His eyes were red and swollen and the tip of his nose was the same color as a fire engine. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and he sniffled loudly as he pushed the door shut. He looked absolutely miserable as he opened his blanket covered arms and pulled you into a tight hug.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you before I die." He said, his voice nasally from his clogged sinus passages.

"Still think you're dying, huh?" You chuckled against his chest.

"I am, doll. I can't breathe and my head is killing me. It hurts to swallow and I feel so weak."

"I promise you aren't dying. Go lay down on the couch and I'll get you some medicine after I put these groceries away."

"You're too good to me." He murmured and laid his cheek on the top of your head.

You laughed and pushed him towards the couch. He reluctantly shuffled away and you heard him groan as he fell onto the cushions. After putting everything away, you grabbed medicine and drinks for the both of you. He was laying on his stomach, face turned towards you as you walked into the living room.