→ i know we'll make it anywhere away from here

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His device switches on, a big, black nose snuffling at the camera for a moment. There's a growl, and a yip of excitement before Bucky's voice can be heard, sounding far more hoarse and stuffed up than usual. ]

Crepe. As much as I'd like y'to destroy the damn thing, it isn't food and - [ Okay then, having to stop to sneeze six times in a row isn't good, he should have realised when he started to feel off last night. ] Damnit.

[ Bucky's footfalls are heavy as they cross his bedroom, the snuffling dog thumping her tail against the floor and licking Bucky's wrist as he reaches to pick up the device. The camera pans to the dog, Bucky ruffling the fur on the top of her head. ] Good girl. Now c'mon, back to bed.

[ It's 11am. Neither Bucky nor the dog seem to care. Crepe bounces off, jumps on to the empty, rumpled bed, and Bucky's sigh turns weary before he cuts the feed off. ]

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[punchedhitler]

Are you sick?

[Are you kidding, Bucky? Steve can practically smell illness]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Crepe looks up from where she's sprawled on his feet, shaking her head when he sneezes. ]

No, I'm fine.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve raises his eyebrows and leaves for exactly five minutes, and comes back with a cup of tea.]

Here.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ But that involves lifting this pillow off his face, and he's happy like this. ]

Okay, thanks. Now bu-bye. [ He's still in the KEEP GERMS AWAY FROM STEVE MINDFRAME. Interesting. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve is having none of it; he grabs the pillow and moves his hand over Bucky's forehead]

You have a fever.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Brushing his hand off. ]

I'm jus' tired. Quit it.

[punchedhitler]

Cranky and hot.

[Steve sets the teacup down]

I'm going to get you some medicine.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ What. No. ] I'm not sick. Look, m'fine.

[ He's going to sit up and be all right, just you wait, Steve. ]

[punchedhitler]

You were coughing all night. I heard you from my room.

[yourbestguysgun]

That was just - uh -.

[ He was, he knows it. He does sit up, but it's mostly to slump against the wall and give Steve the stink-eye. ] I'll be swell in a few hours, don't sweat it.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve raises his eyebrows]

Are you kidding?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ No, you can't look after him, that means they're in an upside down universe. ]

Do I look like m'kiddin'?

[punchedhitler]

You're gonna get the shakes in just a few, trust me.

I'll get soup, too.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Groaning. ] G'way and lemme die in piece, punk.

[punchedhitler]

You never let me die in peace, do you think I'd extend that courtesy to you?

Besides you're kind of pathetic when you're sick.

[Crepe yips an agreement]

[yourbestguysgun]

We had to be more careful with you, ass. A cold could'a killed you, f'me it'll just make me feel like crap for a day, two tops. I'm fine.

[punchedhitler]

Drink your tea, Bucky.

I'm still getting you medicine.

[yourbestguysgun]

F-.

[ Bucky reaches for it, resolutely ignoring the way his hands are shaking to wrap them around the warm mug. ] Happy now?

[punchedhitler]

Your fever is going up.

[Steve is so irritatingly patient.]

I'm going to go get you medicine.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's going to headbutt you real hard when you come back. Or maybe think about it while he drinks the goddamn tea and has a staring contest with Crepe. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He comes back about a half hour later with cough and fever medicine.]

Still holding on?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ By this point, Bucky's sprawled face down with Crepe sitting on his back. She raises her head and half-barks at Steve, Bucky just makes a noise. ]

If y'care for me, you'll take my gun an' shoot me through the head right now, okay?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve shakes his head]

Sorry, I don't have my gun.

[He carefully shoos Crepe off Bucky and turns his best friend around]

Here, have some medicine.

[yourbestguysgun]

Mine's strapped to the bottom of the bed. It'd be easy.

[ Grumble, grumble. Fine. Medicine. ]

[punchedhitler]

I'm not shooting you.

[Once the medicine has been taken, Steve sits next to him. He is a furnace, as usual]

This feels backwards.