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♡ XV ♡

Bucky pov.

(Time Travel back to the 40's)

I woke up to Steve throwing up in the bucket we kept by the bed. I gently started to rub circles into his back. "Are you ok?" I ask as he stopped for a bit. "I'm fi-" He was cut off as he started to throw up again. I quickly got up from the bed and walked into the small bathroom wetting a cloth with cold water.

I then walked back into the room where Steve seemed like he stop throwing up, but was sweating excessively. I also got a new white shirt for him that was dry so he doesn't get more sick. I then changed his shirt before gently placing the cold cloth onto his forehead as he laid back down in the bed fighting sleep.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked as i climbed back into the bed. "No." Steve croaked as he stared out of the nearby window at the empty Brooklyn streets. "Do you want me to make you some tea?" I asked ask snapping him back into reality. "I don't think i would be able to keep it down, or worse." Steve said sadly as he sat up taking the cloth off of his forehead.

"How many times do i have to tell you that its not your fault that you accidentally pee the bed because of your coughing." I said sweetly making him put his face into his hands. "Yes, it is my fault Buck." He mumbled sleepily. I only sighed before pulling him down to lay on me. He quickly snuggled into my chest as i wrapped my arms around him. "Its not your fault." I whispered with a sigh. As we lay there it didn't take long for Steve to fall back sleep and the same goes to me.

I was woken up by Steve coughing in his sleep. It was a lot of coughing yet i really didn't mind. The next thing i knew was i was wet, very wet. "Yup, he is going to be so upset." I whispered with a sigh. Steve was still asleep for a bit, before waking up out of panic. "Am wet." Steve exclaimed before getting out of bed seeing a huge wet spot on his pants, then the bed, then me.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Buck." He said as he sadly before quickly falling to the floor and throwing up into the bucket. I then got out of bed giving Steve i bright smile. "Like i said Stevie its ok." I whispered rubbing circles into his back, he glared up at me clearly annoyed before putting his head back down and throwing up into the bucket.

Knowing that he was going to be there for a bit i quickly changed into a new pair of pants and stripped the bed from it sheets. I only put them in the corner of the room so i could wash them later whenever Steve decides to take a nap. I then got another cloth from the bathroom that was wet and scrubbed the pee spot on the mattress.

Steve was of course still upset with himself as he threw up. Every time he looked up at me i gave him a small reassuring smile. When i was done with the mattress i opened up the window so that the room can catch some air and for the mattress to dry. I then sat down on the floor with Steve.

"I really don't understand how I'm throwing up so much, i barely ate." The smaller boy mumbled weakly as he rest his head onto my shoulder. "I'm not entirely sure either, but its fine. Do you want me to make you breakfast?" I asked with a bright smile. "Yes please." Steve said as he went back to throwing up.

I then got a hold of his hand giving it a gentle squeeze before placing a kiss onto the soft skin. Steve then gave me a small smile accompanied with a blush. "Go make breakfast jerk." He mumbled with a chuckle waving for me to leave. "Alright, alright i'll go punk." I say as i got up from off of the floor and walked out of the room. Steve's apartment is fairly small.

The walls were painted light yellow accompanied with dark wooden floors. He also didn't have much furniture. There is a couch that is held up by books on one side, and he had a record player that i mostly used. There's also a small coffee table in front of the couch and a huge beige rug under the couch and table.