"Tony I don't think she is going to want that...."
Natasha grimaced , looking at the bowl of soup Tony had made for you. It didn't really look like soup, more like lake water in a bowl.
"And why would you say that?" Tony replied sassily , lifting the tray. Only to drop it to the floor as you started scratchily screaming in the living room.
"STEVEEEE."
You rasped , flipping around on the leather sofa. The blankets around you covering you almost entirely.
Tony and Natasha raced in, relieved to see you hadnt gotten hurt. Tony groaned walking back to the kitchen. Nat began to protest before he returned with a painters mask and elbow length rubber gloves. With a groan he walked towards you cautiously.
"(y/n) I am approaching, please refrain from coughing and or breathing for a few minutes." He spoke , his voice muffled by the mask.
Your head shot up, (e/c) eyes glaring at him a small growl escaping you. "Gee thanks." You mumbled, flopping your head back onto the pillows as the elevator dinged.
You let out a strangled sob as Tony shifted you, fixing your blankets. Immediately he was shoved away from you by some one, but the blankets obstructed your view. After a few muffled words the blankets were pulled away from your face revealing a smiling Steve. You smiled at him weakly.
"I would so do some form of physical interaction , but I'm sick and I don't want to move." You croaked groaning as he kissed you quickly.
"You're gonna get sick. Bad move soldier." You whispered as he shoved you over a bit to sit in front of you.
"I don't get sick . " He smiled , resting his hand on your forehead.
You smirked, raising a brow. "Well in that case~" you whispered before yanking him down to lay next to you. He whined ,heaving.
"I still have my suit on (Y/N)!" He mumbled as you rolled ontop of him. YOu shrugged as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"I dont care." You whispered ,cuddling into his chest. He smiled into your hair yanking the blankets onto you both.
"IM GONNA DIE." Tony squealed from the kitchen as Natasha rolled her eyes at his frantically scrubbing at his hands.
•••••
"This is what you get."
You muttered rubbing Steve's ribs lightly as he snuggled his face into the space between your head and your shoulder. He groaned squeezing you gently.
"Im not enjoying this whole sick thing."
Steve whispered shakily, his voice scratched and strained from all of the coughing.
"Dont show me affection when I'm sick then."
