AVENGER IMAGINES

Steve - flu season

You trotted back the the tower, the carrier bag in your hand filled with cough syrup, pain killers, vic chest rub and a few ingredients for some home remedies.

You couldn't believe how ill Steve had gotten, for a Super Soldier that is.

When Tony called you this morning in a panic you thought something awful had happened on their last mission.

*flash back to the phone call*

"Y/N?! I need your help now!" Tony's concerned voice boomed from your phones speaker.

"Tony? What is it? Is someone hurt?!" You almost shout, forgetting you were in your office at S.H.I.E.L.D HQ.

"Its Steve! Oh god, Y/N we need you here now with medicine!" You heard Clint's voice in the background.

"What kind of medicine? What's happened?" You asked, your brows knotting together in confusion.

You could hear metal clink in the background before you heard Bucky let out a sigh.

"He's got the flu and everyone is freaking out, just get cough syrup and a few other things please doll," Bucky sounded like the only one who wasn't panicked, you agreed and said good bye before telling Fury you had to leave.

He didn't question you, just nodded and said 'I expected a phone call explaining what the hell Tony was on about once your done Y/N.'

You agreed once again before grabbing your jacket and running to the pharmacy.

*end of flash back*

You waited for the ding of the elevator and got out, the bag slightly bouncing off your leg.

"Y/N?! Oh good your here! Quick he's in there!" Clint sequeled, pushing you in the direction of Steve's room.

"Yes Clint I got it. Don't worry." You say calmly, catching a quick glimpse of Clint's face, or rather lack of face which was covered by a mask, leaving two holes for his eyes so he could see.

"What are you doing?" You ask, stopping in your spot and turning to look at him.

"He's a super soldier but he got ill, so we don't know if its contagious, hence why we are taking precautions." Clint said, you knew he was smiling under his mask.

You just nodded and backed away.

You opened Steve's door as gently as you could before popping your head around to see him fast asleep.

While walking over to him you got to have a good look at him, to see how ill he was.

His nose was bright red and runny, whereas his skin was a lot paler than normal, his eyes where slightly puffy and a thin layer of sweat clung to his forehead and top lip.

"Staring is rude Y/N," Steve tried to chuckle but instead had a coughing fit. He clutched his chest as he spluttered and tried to catch his breathe.

"Sorry sweetie, couldn't help myself," you joked while sitting on the side of his bed "I have medicine for you to take." You smile, digging in the plastic bag, handing him different remedies for his flu.

"Thanks darling, I've been ill before but not after I had the serum." He shook his head and took a small gulp of the cough syrup.

You left Steve to sleep and headed to the kitchen, getting out all your personal remedy ingredients.

"What you doing?" Clint asked from the other side of the kitchen island.

You couldn't take him seriously with the face mask on.