Nightsilver And T'chalcon Oneshots

Sick(T'chalcon)

T'Challa walked up the stairs of the hotel. He had decided to come visit Sam and when he found out that Sam wasn't with Steve and Natasha, he asked for what room he was in. Steve had told him which floor and which room number as T'Challa arrived on the floor.

He walked up to the room that Steve had given him and knocked on the door. There was silence on the other side so T'Challa knocked again. This time there was a loud thump coming from inside as T'Challa waited.

The door was opened a minute later to reveal Sam however he didn't look so good. He had a red and runny nose and had wrapped himself in a blanket. He gave a deep couch that caused his chest to shake as he looked at the male in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, his voice barely audible due to his throat being sore and dry. "I came to visit but it seems you aren't in the best way" T'Challa replied. "You should go. I don't want to get anyone else sick" Sam couched.

"I won't leave. I'm going to help you get better" T'Challa told Sam. Sam let out a heavy breath but let T'Challa in anyway. He collapsed onto the couch, not having the energy to get to the bed. T'challa placed his hand on Sam's forehead and sighed.

"You have a horrible fever" he sighed, shaking his head. Sam responded by giving a loud sneeze before dropping his head back on the cushion of the couch. T'challa looked around, not seeing any food.

T'Challa walked to the door before facing Sam. "I'll be back soon. I'm just going to get food" T'Challa told Sam. All he got in response was another deep cough. He shook his head and left the room, going down to get food for the sick man.

He asked for some soup and when he got it, he took it up to the room. When he got there, he placed the bowl on the coffee table and turned to Sam. "Sam. I have some soup for you" T'Challa advised him. "I'm not hungry" Sam croaked, his back facing T'Challa.

T'Challa walked over and wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. Using this, he pulled Sam into a sitting position. He grabbed the bowl and sat down next to Sam. "Your going to eat even if I have to feed it to you" T'Challa told him, getting some soup on the spoon.

Sam groaned as T'Challa held the spoon above the bowl. "Open your mouth" T'Challa ordered sternly. Sam did as he was told and opened his mouth as T'Challa put the spoon in his mouth.

He continued to hand feed Sam until the bowl was completely empty. Once that was the case, T'Challa placed the bowl on the coffee table. He smiled at Sam who leaned his head against the King's shoulder. Sam's eyes fell shut as a light snoring could be heard from him.

T'Challa gave a chuckle, watching the man before him sleep. He bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead with a smile. "Get better soon, my falcon" he whispered.

Normally T'Challa wouldn't say this in front of Sam but whenever he wasn't in the room or he was asleep would be when T'Challa called him his falcon. A lot of the people in Wakanda knew about this but Shuri was the one who loved it the most.

She knew that T'Challa had a falcon plush that he slept with every night and even had a video of it but T'Challa made her swear not to share it. She unfortunately showed other people in Wakanda that she was close with the video of her brother snuggling with a falcon plush while whispering 'my falcon'

T'Challa gave a large yawn, worthy of being put in a competition against cats. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, his head leaned against Sam's head.

When Sam wakes up, he still feels horrible but also feels much warmer. He looks to the side to see T'Challa, snuggling him with a small smile. Sam gives a weak smile before hearing T'Challa letting out a soft snore which sounded like a purr.

Sam tried to let out a laugh but it came out as a deep chesty cough which caused his chest to rattle. This woke up T'Challa as he looked at the coughing male. "Are you alright" he asked, looking at Sam in worry.

Sam nodded, his coughing stopping before he let out a sneeze. Sam let out a quite and weak groan as he went to lay in the couch but didn't realise he was too far forward and fell onto the ground instead.

Sam pondered on whether to get back up or not and decided against getting up since he didn't have the energy. T'challa sighed and picked Sam up bridal style. Sam became flustered and against his currently rather pale yet still dark face, you could see a slight red tint on his checks but it could be mistaken for Sam just being ill.

T'Challa carried Sam into the bedroom and placed him on the bed. He made sure Sam was wrapped up in up to 10 blankets and pulled the covers over him. He made sure that no light came into the room as Sam slowly fell asleep.

T'Challa smiled before laying in bed beside him. He wrapped his arms as best he could around Sam due to all the blankets as he closed his eyes, falling asleep as well.