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Sick (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: The mighty Bucky Barnes is sick. And he wants you to take care of him.

Warnings: *in Captain America voice* Language! And some suggestive material.

You have just finished an intense sparring workout with Steve when suddenly, the Friends theme song starts blasting from your phone. Really loud. You and Steve both jump, then laugh when you realize what has happened. Steve adorably begins to sing and clap along, even dancing a little. It tickles you to see the six-foot-three, muscular, sweaty, usually reserved man let loose. You’re laughing so hard you don’t even realize the person attempting to call you is Bucky.

You gasp when you saw the name on the screen. “He never calls me. He’s probably dying or something!”

“Either that or he wants to get some.” Steve teases. You roll your eyes at Steve as you pick up your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N.” Bucky’s voice sounds froggy and clogged.

“Uh, you good, Buck?” You ask, your concern growing.

“Nobe. I’b sick.” You laugh out loud when you hear his voice. “Don’t laugh ad be!” Bucky pouts.

“Sorry, you just sound hilarious.” You say unapologetically, trying to stop the laughter. “Why are you telling me?”

“I want you to come.”

“Huh?” 

“Can you come to my room?” Bucky whimpers. He sounds so pathetic that you clamp your hands over your mouth to shut in the laughs. Bucky Barnes is an ex-HYDRA assassin, but the man becomes a child when he gets sick. Even so, why did he call me? You wonder.

“Why me?”

“Because I want you.” Bucky insists like a stubborn child. You groan loudly.

“You are impossible Barnes. Fine, I’m coming.” You tell Bucky, hanging up on him before he could reply. You offer a quick explanation to Steve, who merely quirks an eyebrow teasingly. 

As you leave, you hear Steve say, “JARVIS, play ‘I’ll Be There For You.’”

                                                          *****

You take the elevator to Bucky’s floor. It seems deserted, the lights are off and it doesn’t even look like he came out of his room today. You knock once on Bucky’s door and let yourself in. He’s lying in his bed, shirtless. Tissues litter the covers as well as the floor. Basically everywhere but the trash can is covered with used tissues. You sigh.

“I was going to ask how you were feeling but I think the current state of your bedroom answers that question.”

“Te dracu.” He grunts. Sometimes when Bucky is really tired or angry, he’ll revert to his old, HYDRA-induced habit of speaking in Romanian. Your Romanian is a bit rusty, but you know exactly what he said. After all, who would forget how to say ���fuck you” in a different language?

“Someone’s grumpy. Should I leave?” You ask him sarcastically. He mutters “no” under his breath. “Didn’t think so. I brought soup and cough drops.” You rustle through the grocery bag you brought. “What do you want?” Slowly, painstakingly, Bucky turns himself onto his back to look at you. You stop yourself from making a disgusted noise. The man looks awful. He’s shining with sweat, he has dark circles under his puffy eyes, his nose in rubbed raw and red, and his entire face is flushed. You manage to say, “Wow. You look terrible.”

“Thanks. You look a little tired yourself.” He mumbles, smiling a little.

“No, I’m just ugly.” You laugh. “Bullshit.” Bucky calls out to you, making you laugh harder. You heat up the soup on the stove and bring it to him, spoon in hand. Bucky starts to pout. “I don’t want soup.” His voice is a little scratchy. You touch his forehead with your fingers. His head is burning, but he’s shivering violently under the covers.

“I don’t care. You’re eating the soup.” You say firmly, ignoring him when he tries to argue. “Barnes, you asked me here, now you do what I say.” Even though he complains and whines the whole time, you manage to force-feed Bucky the soup.

“God, that was good.” Bucky says once he eats the whole jar. His voice sounds smoother and his head seems to have calmed down a little.

“Told you. Why you gotta be so damn stubborn?” You tease him.

“Stubborn?” Bucky cough-laughs. “Y/N, you’re the queen of stubbornness. Remember that time you got pneumonia because Tony bet you that you couldn’t swim in the pool during that snowstorm?” You turn away from him.

“Touche.” You laugh. You give him three more boxes of tissues, one more jar of soup, and two bags of cough drops. “Get some sleep, ghost story. Anything else before I go?” He laughs a little at the nickname that you give him.

“I’m freezing. Can you hand me another blanket?” Bucky asks quietly, his voice stuttering due to how cold he is. You smile and toss another blanket onto his bed. He continues to shiver, the whole bed shakes under his weight. You search for more blankets, but you can’t find any.

“You okay?” You ask softly, concern in your voice for the first time. His teeth are chattering so much, he can’t even get a word out. “Okay. You’ve left me no choice, Barnes.” Leaning over the bed, you peel off the three layers of blankets, climbing into the bed with him. Bucky says nothing, his eyes just get bigger. The bed is really hot, you can almost see the layer of sweat appearing instantly on your body. Damn. How the hell is this man still cold? You wonder. However, you decide not to say anything. You slip into the bed smoothly and snuggle up to Bucky. He lets out a low sigh of comfort, his arms wrapping around you involuntarily. As his hands graze your waist, you let out a little yelp.

“Damn, you are freezing!” You cry, making him laugh.

“Yeah, but now I’m not.” He breathes against your neck. “You’re really hot.”

“I’ve always been a warm person.” You joke.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Huh?”

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Bucky whispers, his hands starting to trail lower. Your face starts to heat up, your heart beating faster. You stare at him for a few seconds, eyes wide in shock. Huh? Is this happening?

“You’re delirious.” You say finally, turning away from him.

Bucky moves closer to your body, craving your heat. “I mean it, Y/N.” His voice is tired, but earnest.

You refuse to let yourself hope. “Go to sleep. It’s your fever talking.” You tell him shortly, trying not to think about how his hands are all over you.

“It is not!” Bucky’s voice raises to a whine.

“Go to sleep.” You close your eyes. Bucky’s arms tighten protectively around you, drawing you closer to him.

“But I love you.” He says, his voice softening. Whoa. You turn to look at him. The look on Bucky’s face is so sweet it melts your heart. He’s looking at you with such awe, such adoration, such dreaminess in his eyes that for a second, he does make you believe that he loves you. Then you realize that he is probably delirious and that he’s not himself. Your heart drops, but you don’t want to make him sad, so you decide to play along.

“I know, I know.” You pat his chest reassuringly, putting on your best mom voice. “I know you do, honey.” You pause for a second. “And I love you too.”Bucky beams at you. After a few seconds, you rest your head on his bare chest, closing your eyes. Bucky’s arms encircle your stomach, his fingers playing with your shirt. You’re drifting off to sleep when you feel him press his lips against the side of your head. You resist the urge to smile. 

******

“Y/N.” Bucky’s morning voice catches your attention the next day. You’re in the kitchen of his floor, making him some more soup.

“Oh hi, sleepyhead.” You smile, walking over to him. You place your fingers on his forehead, which seems a lot cooler than it was yesterday. “Glad to see you’re up and about.”

“Y/N.” The tone in his voice is serious.

“What?” He walks up and stands very close to you, only about a foot away from you.

His questions surprises you. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

Your face gets hotter. “Uhmm..w-why...”

“Because I straight-up told you that I loved you last night.” Bucky sounds grumpy and annoyed. You laugh nervously.

“Oh, that was real? I thought you were just delirious.” The words sound even more terrible once you said them.

“Nope, definitely for real.” Bucky says gruffly. An awkward silence hangs in the air. Then you tentatively reach out and hook your arms around his neck.

“Well, what are we waiting for, Sergeant?” You ask cheekily, tightening your hold on him. Bucky smirks as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. You run your fingers through his silky hair as his hands cup your jaw. Suddenly, a loud scream scares you both and you jump apart, embarrassed.

“HAIOOOOOO! HAND OVER YOUR MONEY, ROGERS!” Tony Stark hollers victoriously, holding his hand out to Steve expectantly.

“Goddammit, Bucky, Y/N.” Steve chuckles good-naturedly. You cover your red face with your hands until Bucky takes them in his.

“Ignore them. Want to take it to my room?” He’s got a sinful smirk on his face.

You smile and run your hands up his chest. “I’d like nothing better, Barnes.”