[Okay. So if you've read my other chapters, I mentioned something about my friend being evil? Yeah. I'm staying at her house today.]

For the first time in.. Bucky doesn't know. But for the first time in a long, long time, Bucky wakes up with a soar throat.

HYDRA kept up his health, made sure he never got sick and fed him well. That was only because he was a weapon in their eyes.

There's a knock at him door around noon, and Bucky throws a pillow and ends up knocking over a lamp.

"Buck?" You say, knocking again. "Can I come in?" He manages a scratchy groan, burying himself beneath the sheets when you enter. "Bucky..?"

He sniffles, peeks over the mountain of blankets and finds you looking at him in concern. He sighs and props himself on his elbows. "I'm-" he gets that far before breaking off into a fit of coughs. "I-" Bucky's eyes widen when his voice breaks. "Dying."

You laugh, bend down and press a hand to his his. "You're not dying, Bucky, you're just sick."

He shakes his head and pats his throat. "I can't-" he huffs. "I'm not-"

"Okay, okay," You ruffle his hair, stepping back and cross your arms. "I'm going to go get you cough medicine, alright? You'll see that you're not dying, and just have a cold. Is that alright with you, drama queen?"

He rolls his eyes, flops back down and gives you a thumbs up.