"Would you lay down?" her voice was hoarse. He continued to sift through a heap of clothes for a clean shirt and pants for his day at the Tower.
He coughed and pulled his shirt off, revealing his worn scars left behind like a map by HYDRA.
He pulled the clean white shirt over them and pulled his pants on over his boxers.
He waited a moment, his head pounding and his face flushed.
"Lay down."
"Yes, ma'am," he gave up his protest. He stripped his jeans and laid in the sheets and she went to the door.
"Chicken soup or PB&J?" she questioned. He admired her face for a moment and gave a small smile.
"PB&J, please," he shriveled his nose like a child. She rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself as she walked to the kitchen. She made a beautiful sandwich, one of the two things she knew how to make (which were the ones previously offered), and carried it to him on a plate with a glass of apple juice.
He could only eat half or so before he started another coughing fit and had to put it away.
She took the dirty plate to the kitchen and set it in the sink for later. She had just sat down on the couch when she heard her name:
"Grace? Can you come here?" she stood and followed Bucky's sick voice to their bedroom.
"What's wrong?"
"You're not with me," he paused, frowning. "Will you lay with me?"
She nodded, not focusing on the chance his sickness could pass to her. Only focusing on his arm around her and her hand on his beating chest.
It wasn't long until they both fell asleep.
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marvel one-shots
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