Steve Rogers Imagines

I'm fine...Okay fine i'm sick

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The sound of my alarm going off at 6am in the morning was not a pleasant sound to say the least, knowing I had to be at training with steve in half an hour I slowly roll out of bed. As I stood I had to catch my balance as I suddenly felt quite off, once the room had stopped spinning I cough in an attempt to rid myself of the sore throat I woke with but I didn't work. I slowly make my way into the bathroom to splash some water in my face in an attempt to wake up, stopping momentarily due to a sudden sneezing fit.  "okay (Y/L/N) you are not coming down with a cold alright" I mentally scold myself, if anything I had no time to get ill at all. Once I had freshened up a bit I got changed into some workout gear, glancing at myself in the mirror I notice something was off about my top. Not being able to place what it was I make my way out of the bedroom and towards the elevator, "Kitchen please" I ask FRIDAY "of course Miss (Y/L/N), you seem to be running a slight fever, do you wish for me to cancel your training while you rest?" the AI ask. I shake my head "thanks but I'm fine, feeling as good as always" I lie as the elevator descends a couple of floors before opening into the kitchen.

When I enter the kitchen I am greeted with steve and sam leant against the kitchen island drinking bottles water as they spoke. "hey doll, sleep well?" steve asks coming over to place a light kiss on my cheek making me smile "uh yeah I did, do you two enjoy your run?" I ask grabbing an apple before standing next to steve. "well I was the only one running, sam seemed to be just walking the entire time" steve jokes making sam shake his head "can it speedy Gonzalez, I was running" sam protests. Steve chuckles slighty " and how many times did I lap you?" he says raising a brow knowingly, sam moves away from the counter and stands in front of steve "well at least I can fly, have fun taking to stairs gramps" he says before walking out of the kitchen. "so how many times did you lap him?" I ask, steve walks and re fills his empty bottle in the sink "I don't know, think I lost count after the 12 time" he smirk "you ready for training?".  Before I was able to answer I have to cough a couple of times making steves face shift to worry "(Y/N), doll are you feeling okay?" he asks, I nod my head and smile as best as I could "yeah, just a sudden tickle in the throat that's all" I say "now let's get some training done"

We had been training for the last hour or so and I really did begin to feel much worse than I had when I woke up. It was slowly becoming more evident in my training as my punches were getting sloppy as I hit the bag and I could do the same amount of weights I normally did. Steve had been asking if I was okay the entire time but stopped when I promised I was okay and it was nothing to worry about. We were both currently sparring with each other and I had been pinned to the mat more than I would have liked, "(Y/N), seriously are you okay you seem a bit" steve begins before I cut him off "steve stop asking if I'm okay, I'm fine" I sniffle getting up from the mat and adopting a fighting stances once more. Steve frowned slightly before taking a similar stance, I went in with the first move by fainting left before going right and giving his a couple hits to the side. He went to take out my legs but I avoid before going in for a kick to his side, he reacts quickly grabbing my foot and knocking out the other with his leg making me tumble to the floor. Before he goes to pin me I kick him in the stomach with my free foot making him stumble back slightly, taking my chance I get back up and go for another strike which he effectively dodges and ends up pinning me to the floor with a thud.  Taking the opportunity he tries to get information out of me "(Y/N)  you can stop lying to me now, there is obviously something not right, you have been abnormally sloppy, no offence. And I can't usually pin you this easily, that and your top is on backwards and inside out" he sighs not letting go of me. I glance down at my top finally noticing what was wrong with it "steve I'm fine guess I'm just a bit tired, didn't sleep well last night" I lie, he shakes his head at me "(Y/N)  I share a bed with you, I know you slept perfectly fine last night otherwise I would've woken" he say placing the back of his hand on my forehead "(Y/N), you're burning up! Are you ill?" he ask worriedly. I shake my head "no I'm hot because I'm working out, I'm fine" I say, he looks at me knowingly "(Y/N)?" he asks, I sigh in defeat "okay fine I'm ill". Steve shakes his head slightly "then why did you train, you should have told me I would have been fine with cancelling" he sighs getting off me "I guess I didn't want to give in to it" I admit exhaling deeply. Steve stands up and offers me his hand "c'mon doll let's get you to bed" he smile, I take his hand and as soon as I'm up on my feet he hooks his other arm under my legs a picks me up carrying me to bed.

Once I had given into having a cold it only seemed to get worse, in the short trip from the gym to our bedroom I had fallen asleep only waking up when Steve placed me down on the bed. "I'll be right back okay?" he says softly pulling up the covers for me, I nod my head sniffling as I snuggle more into my pillow. I open my eyes slightly and realises the sun was rudely in my eyes, not having the energy to get up and close the blinds I pull the covers up over my head to create a nice dark den. i lie in my little den until Steve comes back and pulls the covers to reveal my head "urgh Steve, its too bright" I moan pulling the covers back over my head. I hear his chuckles slightly and then the sound of the blinds closing, he slowly pulls the covers back again "that better?" he asks kneeling down beside me. I open my eyes slowly and nod my head, "much better?" I smile, "good now I have all the essential, got the meds, soup, hot drink, water, tissues, what do you want first?" he ask pointing to the tray that was no on my bedside table. "soup please" I ask sitting up ready to take the bowl, he lifts up the bowl of soup and the spoon but doesn't give it to me. instead he puts a small mouthful on the spoon and goes to feed me, I raise a brow at him "I'm not a baby I can feed myself" I tell him trying to take the spoon. "you're right you're not a baby, but you are sick so just let me take care of you" he says "now open up before I have to do aeroplane noises" I give in and open my mouth to let him feed me the soup. We get half the way through the small bowl before I have to stop him and make a mad dash to the toilet to be sick, as I retch Steve follows immediately rubbing my back and holding my hair out the way. When I was done being sick Steve grabbed a wet towel and wiped my mouth clean "you okay doll?" he asks softly stroking my hair, I shake my head weakly "it appears miss (Y/L/N) has a severe case of the flu" FRIDAY says. Steve looks at me sympathetically before helping me back into bed, "here take these, they're for the flu" he says passing me the meds and a glass of water. I swallow the tablets and put the glass of water down while Steve gets a spoonful of cough medicine ready, I turn my nose up at it not liking the taste of it. "come on (Y/N), it's going to help you get better" he says stroking my hand with his thumb, I sigh and take the medicine pulling a disgusted face which made Steve chuckle. "don't laugh at me, I'm sick" I say trying to sound stern but it not really working "sorry doll" he smiles now get some rest. I nod my head not having the energy to argue closing my eyes. Only a few minutes later I feel Steve also getting into bed and cuddling up to me "Steve, you'll get sick" I warn him. He shakes his head as he buries it into the crook of my neck "no I won't, I can't get sick" he sighs.

This however was not true, as fast as his cells are they can't quite beat the flu. As soon as I was over my flu Steve had come down with his. I walked into the room holding the tray of essentials and find a pile of used tissue on the floor and beside the lump in the bed which was Steve, I couldn't see him at all that was until I saw a hand peek out from his den to grab another tissue only to find there weren't any left. I hear him groan slightly and then cough loudly before groaning again, I kneel down next to him and gently pull back the covers too see his ill face "I have some bread if you think you can stomach it" I tell him holding up the plate with just a couple slices of bread on it. he opens one eye slightly looking at the food on offer before sitting up slowly, I pass him the plate and sit with him while he slowly eats it. once done he starts to have a coughing fit, worried he would be sick I pull the bin closer just in case. He shakes his head and takes a sip of water to try and soothe his throat and stop the coughing, I grab the cough medicine and pour out the dosage onto a spoon. Still coughing Steve shakes his head wildly "no way am I having that" I says in between coughs, "tough luck, you wanna stop coughing you take this, plus you made me take it so it's only fair" I tell him pushing the spoon forward. He shakes his head crossing his arms in protest refusing to open his mouth "steven grant rogers you will take this medicine" I tell him not backing down, he drops his shoulders and pouts but lets me give him the medicine. "better?" I ask, he nods his head sinking back down into the bed "good now sleep, don't worry about waking up for anything okay, I'll check on you in a couple of hours" I tell him tucking him in slightly and kissing him on the forehead as he drift off to sleep

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