REQUESTED - Taken care of
Request: Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know - @becaamm
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader X Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1, 244
Warning: FLUFF!, Sexual tension, Bucky and Steve being two perfect boyfriends.
(A/N): So, I made this to my love @becaamm she was sick (doesn’t know what was, though) and I tried to make this, Is probably really shitty, but I tried and I did with all my heart. Get better, my pumpkin pie.
It was all you could feel, it was all you were.
But did you knew the source of it? Nop. Not a single fucking clue besides the various thoughts you were dying in agonizing pain and fever and tears and pain again.
“Doll?” You groaned, lifting your head up to stare at a worried Steve, that single movement making all of your neck and back hurt. “Are you okay?” When one tear slipped down your cheek, he knew that it wasn’t.
He ran away, getting back a couple of minutes later with Bruce and Bucky; your room was dark besides the annoying light the leaked through the open door.
“Ok, Y/N? I’ll have to turn on the lights to check on you, is that alright?” Groaning in response, you closed your eyes to avoid the bright light. You were half-asleep, even though you had been asleep for the last 5 hours before waking up from a 6 hours nap.
Maybe that was what made Steve go check on you, since you wouldn’t miss lunch and dinner when it was his day to cook.
You actually wouldn’t miss him cook, since you would make your entertain watching him sway around the kitchen with a cook apron tied on his waist with a simple sweatpants underneath that made his butt look even more beautiful. And you knew that after half an hour you would be stealing kisses and nibbling on his neck, almost making him burn the food.
“What does she have?” Bucky asked, worry leaking from his words as he rounded you and Bruce like a scared chicken. The thought made you chuckle painfully, yep, you were so sick that you were having weird thoughts.
“I don’t know, but seeing her symptoms… Is not a cold, she’s not with running and or stiff nose. She has a fever and is sweating cold, but that is obviously because of the fever to cool down the tempter of her body and-“
“Pain.” You whispered, hoping that he would shut up with the fast and weird words.
“Everywhere.” The moan that escaped your mouth made both super soldiers get closer to you, caressing the parts they could reach for.
“Can you give her anything?” Steve asked quietly as he ran his warm fingers through your face, ungluing the hair from your sweaty forehead.
“Unfortunately, I can’t. I don’t know what she have, yet. It can be a virus, maybe muscle reaction… We’ll have to wait to see if any more symptoms appears, but until then, she’ll have to drink a lot of water and eat healthy and light things, and-” You draft back to your tired sleep, ignoring Bruce’s speech of what you should do.
A warm feeling invaded you as someone peppered kisses all over your face to wake you up, recognizing the stubble and the scent of Bucky, you smiled and stretched as you tried to shoo away the tiredness.
You looked up at Steve carrying a tray of bows that – by the smell – were juicy fruits.
“C’mon, Darling, you need to eat something.” You groaned while Bucky helped you to sit and Steve placed the tray next to you. When you were outstretching your hand to grab a hold on the slice of watermelon, your blonde boyfriend stopped it gently, denying with his hand and getting himself the piece and handing it to your mouth while your other boyfriend cooed you under his arms and kissed your messed hair.
The warm cloud filled you again as you took a bite on the fruit, appreciating it taking the sourness and dry feeling off of your mouth.
“I probably look like shit.” You humbled, snuggling further into Bucky while accepting Steve’s care of feeding you.
“You look beautiful.” James said without hesitation, stroking your arms and sides as Steve completed:
“As always.” Smiling, you kept eating, receiving approval hums every time you finished one fruit. “Do you want us to do anything, love?” Being laid again with as much love as Bucky could give you, you tried to think of something.
“Can you finish reading to us the book you brought?” He smiled, nodding with his head as you snuggle into the bed with Bucky, waiting to Steve to get back with the book. When he did, he laid on your other side, clearing his throat before starting to read with a calm and steady voice.
Feeling loved and satisfied with your two men next to you, the exhaustion got the best of you, the memories of them kissing and taking care of you that evening filling your thoughts and sending you to an ease and peaceful zone.
You kept waking up from hour to hour, but the voices of them talking quietly about random things made you fall asleep again, their hands caressing your pained parts such as your back and arms.
When you woke up the next morning, you had your head resting on Steve’s chest while Bucky was hugging your back, comfort made you purr, smiling and stroking James’ hand, you took it off of you, quietly crawling out of bed, both of them still asleep when you entered the shower, washing yourself and your hair with the thought that maybe if you felt cleaner, you would get better.
You wrapped yourself on a towel, yawning and getting back to your room. Buck was nowhere to be seen and Steve was going through your drawer of clothes.
“Sit, Kitten.” Doing as told, you waited, still feeling a little bit dizzy from whatever you had. “Why didn’t you call one of us?” You shrugged your shoulders, hearing him sigh before grabbing another towel and drying gently your hair.
“As long as I know, in this relationship, the old ones are you and Bucky.” He chuckled, denying with his head before starting to brush and blow dry your hair, the loud buzz making you cringe slightly.
“Almost done.” When the sound of the door being open got your attention, you looked at Bucky, seeing him with breakfast in hands and was smiling lovingly at you.
“Morning, life.” You received a quick peak on your lips before he placed the food on the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“A little bit better, still tired and in pain, though.” He hummed, waiting Steve to finish whatever he was doing so you could all eat.
“You can eat, if you’re hungry.” Bucky and you denied with your heads, and since your boyfriend didn’t have anything to do instead of watch you almost sleep innumerous times, he decided to help you dress.
“Is that ok to you?” Rolling your eyes, you took off the towel, letting if rest on the bed as you smirked when you heard both of them gulp loudly.
“I thought you were going to dress me?” Steve chuckled as Bucky started to dress you trying to keep his eyes on your face.
Your body wasn’t unknown for them, but they were being thoughtful in not teasing, since you were sick.
After breakfast, you were snuggled between both of them watching your favorite show and didn’t had to raise one single finger for the days that you were with whatever you had.
You knew how much you were loved by both of them, and even though you were one of the ‘leaders’, the one that takes care of the team, you always let them take care of you.
You loved it, they loved it.
All Bucky: @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x