Day XVIII: Sickly

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by xprinsomnia

by xprinsomnia

"I told you not to go out without a jacket." Steve huffed, carefully making a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Tony was a sneezing fest on the couch, curled up in a blanket and one of Steve's shirts. He sniffled, his nose obviously being clogged from the head cold he had received a few hours prior. "I get it, Steve. You were right. You don't have to hang it over my head for a constant reminder. I already have that." His voice sounded much different, of course. It sounded like someone had put a complete voice changer on him. Honestly, imagine a slower Bruce Banner and a slightly higher pitch, then bingo- You have sick Tony.

"Maybe you'll remember to wear your coat next time, then." Steve hummed, carrying over the bowl of soup for him and setting it down in front of him in the table. "It's a bit hot, so I'd be careful." He warned, to which Tony replied with a soft noise. "Thank you." He muttered, sitting up and leaning over to give Steve a quick peck.

However, when he did, Steve avoided it completely by moving back. "Nope. I'm not taking my chances. Get better and then you can kiss me."

Tony huffed, crossing his arms.

"Just you wait. While you sleep, I'll sneeze right on you."

"Ew."