This was requested by TheLittleWritingGirl. Bucky's sick and Steve takes care of him. So sorry this took FOREVER to get done!

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Bucky closes the door behind him and coughs into the crook of his arm. He shakes the snow from his hair and wipes his nose.

"I'm back, Stevie," he calls as he shuffles inside. He slips his boots off and collapses onto the couch then wraps his arms around a pillow.

He sneezes and huffs. Steve pokes his head around the corner, looking concerned.

"Are you getting sick?"

"What? Me? Never," Bucky scoffs, hiding a cough. Steve walks over and crosses his arms.

"You are," Steve points out, a concerned frown on his face. Bucky stubbornly shakes his head.

"I'm not getting sick. I refuse."

Steve's frown deepens when Bucky sniffles and coughs. "I'm making soup. Stay put," Steve says and Bucky grumbles as he rolls onto his side.

Steve heads to the kitchen and sets to work making soup. Bucky lays there quietly, listening to the blonde bustle about.

He comes back in about half an hour later with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Bucky sits up and Steve hands him the bowl.

"Thank you," Bucky says gratefully as he accepts the soup. Steve nods and starts cleaning up.

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Bucky was sick for a few days, just over a week. His nose and sinuses were stuffed, and he felt like his entire head was filled with cotton.

"Feeling any better?" Steve asks with a frown as he presses the back of his hand to Bucky's forehead. The brunette gives him a look and Steve sighs. "I'll take that as a no, then."

"I hade dis," Bucky groans, pausing to cough into his elbow and sneezing almost immediately afterwards. "Stebe," he whines, his nose so clogged that his speech was hard to understand.

"Yeah?"

"Dissue, pleades," he mumbles. Steve hands him a new tissue box and Bucky wipes his nose. He leans back against the pillow again, pouting, his eyes half-lidded. Steve sits beside him with a quiet sigh.

"You'll get better," he assures, fixing a crease in Bucky's blankets. The brunette looks over at him, not looking convinced.

"I'd bedder," he huffs and slouches down, folding his arms.

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Four days later, his head started to feel clearer, his sore throat was getting better and all he had was the occasional sniffle or cough.

"Ugh, finally," he groans and rolls his eyes. Steve smiles and pats his shoulder and Bucky looks offended.

"That's all, punk, huh?" He pulls him in close and gives him a light noogie, not hard enough to hurt. Steve chuckles and pushes his arm off. Bucky grins. "Come on, is that all I get?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Steve leans back, giving him a cocky smirk. "How 'bout a hug," he suggests and Bucky pouts.

"Can I have a kiss? Please?" He asks softly, giving Steve his best pouty look. It almost always worked.

Steve rolls his eyes as he leans in and kisses him gently. Bucky smiles as they pull apart.

"I've been waiting forever for that, Stevie."

"Well," Steve speaks as he scooches closer and wraps an arm around his waist, "there are plenty more to come if you ask."

Bucky smiles and leans into him. "I'm glad."

The two boys were happy and Bucky was relieved to be healthy.