(It's been a hot minute since I've done Captain Dad, and because I'm kind of running out of ideas/motivation. I'm revamping a couple of chapters, I apologize that I keep doing this and you guys are tired of them.)

Anyway, on with the story.
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This morning wasn't going according to plan, at all. Steve ended up catching a fever on this beautiful spring day from his ol' pal Bucky. What was worse is that it's his day off, which was extremely rare, as Fury wasn't the type to give any of the team a day off. On top of that, he had his four year old son who had no clue on how to take care of an ill adult.

Steve and Peter were the only two people in the compound so Steve had no one to watch Peter. And take care of himself, today couldn't possibly get worse could it? Wrong, it can, it definitely can. Peter, who was all dressed, with the help of Jarvis. Avoiding last week's incident of getting trapped in his long sleeve shirt practically traumatized the boy.

He walked out to the living room and across was the kitchen where he saw his Papa standing there attempting to make breakfast. "Good morning Papa!" Peter exclaimed as he held his stuffed penguin his Aunt Nat got him.

Steve turned his head, silently wincing at his piercing headache. He looked to see his little boy softly smiling up at him. "Good morning my little love." He replied, sounding congested and nasally.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked. Steve knew the boy was going to ask that no matter what approach he tried to take. Peter always worried about the smallest of things. "I'm okay buddy, go sit down, breakfast is almost done." Steve reassured.

Peter nodded and went to the dining table sitting down observing his dad. He thought he looked paler than usual, and sounded weird. 'Is he sick?' Peter thought. "Alright, here are some eggs, strawberries, and mini pancakes." Steve said, handing over the tiny plate.

Peter thanked, "Thank you Papa!" Steve wished he could give his boy kisses, but didn't want to spread the germs, so he made his way to the couch laying down. Sighing, hoping desperately to get rid of his headache.

"Papa, I'm all done. I'm gonna put my plate in the sink." Peter said but Steve couldn't respond. So after Peter put his dishes in the sink he went over to his father. Seeing him with his eyes closed and hand on his forehead.

"Papa?" Peter whispered. Steve fluttered his eyes open to see Peter looking on in concern and worry.

"What is it Pete?" Steve asked.

"Are you okay, Papa?" Peter has now asked this a second time hoping to have a different answer than the last one. "I'm okay buddy, I promise."

"No lies. Jarvis, scan Papa please." Peter told the A.I.

A few seconds later Jarvis answered listing all of Steve's symptoms. "Mr. Rogers appears to have a fever of 100.4 F, headache, sore throat, sore muscles, dizziness, which are all signs of common cold little Peter."

"How do I help him?" Peter asked.

"Peter, I'll be okay." Steve tried to get up, but Peter pushed his head back down. The four year old was determined to help.

"Here Papa, you cuddle with Mr. Penguin. I'll get a blanket for you." Peter handed Steve his precious stuffed animal and went to his room grabbing a blanket off of Steve's bed and stumbling towards the living room. "This blanket is big, Papa I almost hit my head on the wall!" Peter exclaimed, giggling to himself.

Peter covered Steve in a blanket and felt his forehead was pretty warm but he didn't know what else to do so he asked Jarvis. "Jarvis, what should I get Papa to help him feel better?" Peter questioned.

The A.I paused, making his suggestion for the best of Peter's capabilities. "Might I suggest getting an ice pack from the freezer, some cold water, some tea and some tissues sir?"

"Good idea Jarvis, but I can't use the stove for tea. Papa said it's dangerous." Peter answered.

"Why don't you use Mr. Stark's coffee machine. Just add water to the pot, and grab a tea bag. Then put it in a mug and let the tea steep." Jarvis explained.

Peter nodded, walking over to his uncle's coffee machine and started to make the tea exactly as Jarvis said to. He let the mug sit and went to the fridge grabbing an ice pack, a bottle of water, and tissues then back Steve. "Here Papa, I got you an ice pack and water, your tea is almost done. I don't know what steep means but that's what Jarvis said so I'm listening to him."

Steve softly smiled before coughing and blowing his nose with a tissue. "Thank you my little love. Papa can take care of himself."

"Not when you're sick, you take care of me all the time! I wanna take care of you!" The boy squealed.

Steve couldn't help but grin, even when he's having a hard day like today. His little sunshine always brightens his day. He loved Peter more than anything. Moments like these were when he wished he could retire from being a superhero and raise his son. Except that was the reason he was a superhero, Peter was his reason for doing all of it.

He wanted his boy to grow in a safe and healthy world, he would stop at nothing to make it a reality. Peter gasped, remembering about the tea and grabbed it, taking it to Steve, cautiously making sure he didn't spill the hot liquid. "Be careful it's still warm, we wouldn't want you burning yourself now would we." Steve said as Peter gave him the drink.

The man took a few sips, setting it down on the coffee table in front of him, he knew it wasn't the best idea, but neither minded as he held out his arms for Peter. He couldn't stand not being able to cuddle with Peter. The four year old climbed into his father's lap, settling down. "If you, my little love, get sick, I'm sorry."

"It's okay Papa. If I do, we can be sick together and cuddle all day watching Nemo!" Peter said while leaning his head against Steve's chest. Soon the two fell into a blissful sleep, and some hours later Steve was feeling a little bit better. He had Jarvis scan him again and his fever went down, his throat wasn't as sore but he was still stuffed up.

He found that Peter was still sleeping soundly on his chest holding his Mr. Penguin. Steve kissed his son's forehead, hearing a small content hum from him. He didn't want to move Peter so he found the strength to carry Peter with him to his room, laying him down on his bed.

Steve made a second trip to the living room grabbing his tea, water, and blanket. Making a mental note to put the ice pack in the freezer later. Before going back to his room, setting everything in its place on his nightstand and cuddling back up with Peter lulling himself back to sleep.
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The End of Chapter 222