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That little kid from Brooklyn (Who would never stand down)

Sorry this was so short! But it's 2am and I need to sleeeeeeep.
I was going to write something else, as it's the 3 month anniversary since Tony died. But I might do that tomorrow or something.
Hope you enjoy this!

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"You okay?"
"Mh."
Steve was currently sitting on the floor in front of a toilet.
Bucky sighed. "Steve. Answer me."
Steve retched into the toilet bowl.
"Oh Steve."
Steve wiped a shaky hand across his mouth. "M' sorry."
"Punk."
"J'rk."
"Whatever."
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Steve walked into the kitchen.
"Someone looks like hell." Tony remarked.
Bucky shook his head. "Go easy on him, he's not feeling well."
"He can't get sick."
"Then explain to me why he just threw up!"
"Buck," Steve mumbled. "Calm down."
Bucky clenched his jaw. "Why does no one care?! You're sick and instead of asking how you are, they make rude comments!"
Steve opened his mouth to reply but gagged harshly and ran out of the room. Bucky was close behind the capsicle though. That's what a best friend does.
When Bucky got to the nearest bathroom, where Steve was, he knocked on the door.
"Hey Steve? I'm coming in."
He heard the telltale sign of retching and opened the door slowly.
Bucky cringed at the sight of his violently ill friend.
"Aw, Steve. You're really not feeling good."
After about five minutes of Steve heaving over the toilet, Bucky declared him "probably empty."
Steve rested his head in his arms on the toilet seat.
"You don't have to stay, ya know Buck?"
"You know I do, punk."
"Jerk."
Bucky says this last part softly.
"Cause I'm with you till the end of the line."