Sick

                                    

                                          
(Natasha's sick. Just in case anyone is bothered, she throws up. That's all. Btw WinterWidow.)
                          
BUCKY'S POV:
                          
"Good morning." I said, sitting up in the bed. I turned around, expecting to find myself looking into Natasha's forest green eyes, but blinked a couple of times to make sure that she wasn't in the bed and I wasn't just tired. I scanned the room, and noticed some light coming in from under the bathroom door. I tiredly stumble to the door and knock on it three times. 
                          
"Natasha? Are you ok?" 
                          
"I'm fine." She says quickly. "Go back to bed." 
                          
"Are you sure?" I ask, then I hear retching. "That's it, I'm coming in." I turn the doorknob, and find her crouched next to the toilet. 
                          
"James, I told you, I'm fi-" She cuts herself off by throwing up again, and I hold her hair back, not sure what else I could do. 
                          
"What were you saying?" I ask when she turns to me. "You're throwing up. You're not fine." I press my non-metal fingers to her forehead, "Jesus, Thals, you're burning up. You should get back into bed. Drink some water." I suggested. 
                          
"James, I'm fine. I won't go down, so I don't get anyone else sick." 
                          
"Ah, so you admit you're sick. I'll go downstairs, grab a quick breakfast, get a thermometer, and possibly some medicine or something. You'll be okay?" I say, helping her back into the bed. 
                          
"Jamie, you're acting like you're going on a vacation, not just three floors down." She reasoned and I smiled at her softly. 
                          
"I get worried." I kissed her forehead, and headed downstairs. 
                          
"Hey Bucky." Steve greets. "Where's Natasha?" 
                          
"She's got a fever and was throwing up last night," He makes a face, "So I'm going to get her a couple of things and stay with her." 
                          
"Awww," Wanda says, "Tell her we hope she feels better!" 
                          
"Okay, but before I go back up, I'm going to-"
                          
"Did someone say someone is sick?" Bruce interrupts. 
                          
"Yeah, Natasha is. Like throwing up, fever sick." I say again. 
                          
"She should come down to the infirmary so I can keep an eye on her, make sure she's okay. What's her temperature? Does she need some medicine?" 
                          
"I was half coming down here for breakfast and half to get some stuff for Nat. Do you have anything for her-" He cut me off. 
                          
"Yeah, follow me." He says, and right before we leave the room I snag a slice of banana bread. He pulls some white bottles out of the cabinet and hands me a thermometer. "This one," He points to the one with the red cap, "is for the fever. The other one is just to settle the stomach. If she needs sleeping pills or something," He trails off for a second, "You know what? I'll just give you these, in case she wants them. But don't take any more than the recommendation. She should really let me take care of her." 
                          
"It's her choice, and she doesn't want anyone around. She says it's because she doesn't want anyone else sick, but thats bullshit. It's cause she's not at her 110% and she doesn't want anyone else to see her." I say, heading towards the elevator. 
                          
"Hey Nat." I say, my hands full of medicine and whatnot. "How're you doing?" 
                          
"Fine." She replies shortly. 
                          
"Because of Natasha language, fine, means you're not fine." I say, sitting on the edge of the bed and passing her the thermometer. "Here, then when we know your temperature, I can give you some of this." I say, holding up the fever medicine.
                          
"Mkay." She says and puts the thermometer under her tongue. She shivers and get up and drape another blanket over her. "Thanks Jamie." She whispers. 
                          
"You're welcome doll." 
                          
"I thought I told you not to call me that." 
                          
"You did. But I ignored you." The thermometer beeps and I pull it out of her mouth. "105." I read. "That's hot." 
                          
"I assume Fahrenheit right?" 
                          
"No, it's in Celsius, your body temperature is higher that the boiling point of water." I say sarcastically. "Of course it's Fahrenheit." 
                          
"No, need to be a jerk Jamie." She whispers and I kiss her burning forehead. "I told Bruce I'd FaceTime him when we knew your temperature." Lie, I just think 105 is pretty hot. 
                          
"Okay," she says, burying her head under the mountain of blankets. I call Bruce on the big tv in front of our bed. 
                          
"Hey Bucky what's up?" 
                          
"Her temperature is 105." I say and his eyes bug out. 
                          
"A hundred and five?!" He echos and I nod. "That's really hot! You should really come down here. I could give Natasha some-"His face scrunched up in confusion. "Where even is Natasha?" He asks. "I don't see her." Nat pulls the sheets back use enough to stick her head out for a second before curling back into her little blanket cave. "Oh. Natasha, are you feeling okay?" He asks and she gives him a thumbs up. "Okay... But you have to come down if your fever gets any higher." He says and I nod. "Feel better soon!" He says and she mumbles a small thank you. 
                          
"Yeah we hope you feel better!" Steve says and everyone else crowds around the screen. Her head actually exits the blankets and she kinda smiles. 
                          
"Thanks guys." She says and we end the call. "They're really nice." She says, curling up into my chest and wrapping her arms around me.
                          
"You're so tiny and adorable." I said, stroking her hair.
                          
"I could kick you ass right now." She mumbled. 
                          
"I know." I whisper. "That's cause you're amazing."
                          
"I love you." She smiles, and closes her eyes. 
                          
"I love you too. Feel better soon, my star." 
                          
—x—x—x—x—
                          
I've been working on this for longer than I'd like to admit. 
                          
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Chloe