A Stucky Story

The Asset and The Hospital

Steve knows what's like to be sick and near death. He had everything when he was younger. Pneumonia, asthma, and some other things. None of that was pleasant and he was glad the serum cured him. He was also glad there was proper medical treatment for these type of stuff now. But even with the best medicine, people still got sick. And Bucky was no exception.

Bucky's been sick before when he had a fever. But he got over that in a day. Today, something was off about Bucky. He had been coughing every now and then. Steve was sure it was because of the season change, but he should have adjusted to the cold by now.

"Daddy?" Asked Bucky.

"Yes?"

"Hurt." He pointed to his chest. Steve got up from his chair and placed his hand on his chest.

"Is it tight pain?" Bucky tilted his head.

"I think it's because you've been coughing. How about some warm milk?" Bucky nodded. Steve fixed a bottle of warm milk. Bucky was coloring while Steve had his stereo playing soft music. Once Steve finished the milk, Bucky started to cough again. It was beginning to sound worse as the day went on. Maybe this wasn't just a seasonal cough.

"Here you go, drink slowly." Bucky took his milk and drank while coloring. Steve cleaned up the house a little and gave Harley a peanut butter toy to keep her occupied. But what got him confused was why Harley had Lamby? Luckily, she didn't chew on it.

"Buck, Harley doesn't need-" Bucky was asleep. Steve smiled and put him on the couch and covered him with his blanket. He couldn't help but notice that Bucky was sweating a little and he sounded like he was wheezing a bit.

"I hope this is just another fever." Steve finished cleaning the apartment and started a load of laundry. Then he heard coughing. He went back to the living room, Bucky was coughing into the pillow. Steve rubbed his back, Bucky looked at him, he was definitely sick.

"Oh, that got worse fast." Bucky laid his head on Steve's lap. Steve looked at the pillow, there was yellow mucus. Now Steve was concerned.

"Hey, can we go see Uncle Bruce?" Bucky nodded. Steve called Bruce, he wasn't in town. He was in Seoul with Dr. Cho. But Bruce did recommend a doctor who could work with Bucky, but he would advise against getting Bucky anymore medication. He already had two for seizures and one for anger management. A fourth one would probably mess him up before it did any good.

"Okay, baby, we're going to the doctor."

"Uncle?"

"Bruce isn't in town, so he told us to go to his friends at the hospital." Bucky shook his head, his breathing was picking up and it didn't sound good with wheezing.

"I promise, I will stay with you the entire time. I'll make sure he won't do anything you are uncomfortable with. But we have to get you checked out, I don't like how you are breathing." Bucky was crying and trying to get away from Steve. Steve picked him up and brought him to the bedroom.

"No, go!" Bucky kept kicking out at him when he was changing him. Steve managed to at least get the diaper on him before he had to hold his legs.

"Do you like being sick?" Steve asked. Bucky shook his head. "We have to go see a doctor. I know it'll be different without Bruce but you'll feel better." Bucky settled down a little. Steve put on a pair of sweats and changed his shirt. This was going to be the tough part, he hated long sleeve shirts but it was getting colder and he had to wear them. Bucky wasn't having it.

"Alright, do you want to wear my shirt?" Bucky tilted his head, Steve got one of his long sleeve shirts and put it on him. He wasn't fighting it, this was good.