Avengers x Reader Oneshots

Bucky x Reader - Sick

You had just finished a run with Steve and Sam. You were practically dying from thirst so you stopped by a vending machine beside a store and bought a water. The seal was partially cracked open but you thought nothing of it at the time.

You probably should've been more careful.

Now, your careless act has you writhing in agony on the couch while the others are out doing their thing.

"Friday?", you call out after a coughing fit.

"Yes, miss?"

"Once I get to my room, don't let anyone in. I don't want them to get whatever I have."

"Of course, boss."

You stand up too quickly and your blood rushes to your head. You stumble and dark spots cover your vision. You wait for a second before making the daunting journey to your room.

As soon as you reach your room, you flop onto your bed.

Your body is shivering and your nose starts to run. You're sent into another coughing fit.

"Miss, Mr. Barnes and the others are here."

"Thanks, Friday. Remember, don't let them in here." You croak out. The mucus build up in your throat makes your voice hoarse and scratchy.

You sneeze and roll your eyes as you reach for a tissue.

"(Y/n)?" You hear Bucky call out.

Almost as soon as you try to talk, your throat tickles and you start to cough once again.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Bucky asks through the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  I just have a cold or something."

Bucky opens the door, or um, more like smashes it down.

He's immediately by your side feeling your forehead. He goes into your bathroom and returns with a thermometer.

"Bucky, it's ok, you don't have t-" you're cut off by him almost shoving the device into your mouth. He's careful not to hurt you.

"Don't move. I'll be back." He says as he walks out of the doorframe. ((r.i.p. door))

You lay there uncomfortably warm in your sweatpants. You shift around trying to find a cool patch.

The thermometer beeps and Bucky is there short after with a steaming mug of something and a damp, hot washrag.

He takes it out of your mouth and frowns.

"One hundred and two.. Your not going anywhere until your better." He tells you.

You groan in response. He hands you the mug. "What even is that?" you ask.

"English black tea. With (insert number of sugars here) just the way you like it. It'll make your throat feel better."

You sit up and your head starts to throb. You wince and take the mug from him. You sip it and set it down once you're done with it.

"Could you grab-" you're cut off by your coughing.

Bucky leaves before you can finish your sentence but returns with pretty much the entire medicine cabinet.

You roll your eyes and give him a little smile at his willingness to be your doctor/nurse for however long this lasts.

You pop open a few pain killer bottles and take them along with some cough syrup.

Buck sets the bucket of pills aside and hops I to the bed beside you. His cool metal arm brushes against you.

You latch onto it, enjoying the coolness of it. "Does this bother you? I'll stop if it does." You ask with a small sniffle.

"No no, whatever makes my baby girl feel better." He whispers, brushing a piece of your hair out of your face with his other arm.

You smile a little and start to nod off.

"Stay with me?" You ask sleepily.

"Of course. I won't leave until you feel better." He murmurs. He adjusts himself so you can still hold onto his arm but to where he can also play with your hair.

That, combined with the medicine and his cool arm against you finally lull you off to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, doll." He says quietly after placing a kiss on your forehead.

((Short and sweet. 661 words. I've had this in my head since the one about Natasha but since I'm a wonderful procrastinator, I put it off until I got super bored. Hope you enjoyed!

Ciao!  Avery~