𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

ix. SICK DAYS

"Buckyyyy." you called, drawing out the end of his name. "Whaaaat?" he mocked. "My throat. It hurts."

"My poor baby." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. " What do you need, doll?" He ran his human hand through your hair and rested his metal hand on your throat to replicate an ice pack. "Cuddles."

"I don't know how that's going to help your throat."

"Shut up, please just cuddle me."

"What a convincing argument." he mused, sarcastically. You groaned in response which made him chuckle and kiss the tip of your nose. "I tell you what, you have some medicine and then we can cuddle all day."

"Buck, I don't like the taste of that stuff." Bucky sighed and continued to run his hand through your hair. "I know, sweetie, but please?" He rested his chin on the edge of the bed and you opened your eyes to meet his clear blue ones.

"Only because you asked nicely." you say, pecking his lips. "That's my girl."

The both of you walk into the kitchen and Bucky begins rummaging around before he pulls out the small bottle of syrup. You cringe and Bucky gives you a tight lipped smile, knowing your hatred towards the vile liquid.

"Come on." He beckons you over to him and you step forward hesitantly. He picks you up by your waist and settles you on the cool countertop. He stands between your legs so you wrap them around his waist.

He opens his mouth motioning for you to do the same before feeding you the spoon of medicine. "There you go. All done, doll." He pecks your lips and scrunched his face slightly after tasting some of the medicine.

"You're right that stuff is gross." he laughs observing the bottle. You smack his chest and lay your head on his shoulder. "Cuddle me."

"As you wish, princess."