Sick Day

Alex's POV

Steve and I have been in D.C for a total of 8 hours and I'm sick. I don't get sick in fact I refuse to beleive that I am sick. If it weren't for the pounding headache, the soar throat, and my aching body I would think that Steve was wrong, sadly he isn't. Currently I'm laying on our couch watching him quietly unpack boxes, he is too good for me. I start realizing how tired I am and I decide it's time for me to head to bed.

"I'm going to bed." I say sitting up and rubbing my head. "You almost done?"

"Yeah I can finish this tomorrow." He says putting on least thing up.

I walk back to our room before going into the bathroom to change. I come out in sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. I quickly get into bed and curl underneath the blankets, I'm freezing. Steve comes in and changes real quick before getting in bed next to me. He puts a hand on my forehead and sighs.

"You're still burning up."

"I'm freezing." I say moving closer to him.

"Come here." He says opening his arms for me. He raps them around me and I sigh contently.

"Much better."

"Get some sleep." he whispers

The next morning when I wake up I feel a thousand times worse. After talking to Natasha I take some more medicine and settle back into bed while Steve keeps unpacking. I keep drifting in and out of sleep but I still feel tired. At one point I wake up to see Steve standing in the doorway looking at me.

"How you feeling?" he ask concerned.

"I feel like shit." I whisper.

"Do you want to try eating something?"

"I'm not hungry."

He walks over and feels my head. "Not as warm as last night but you still have a fever. I can make you some soup."

"It's okay." I say closing my eyes again.

"I thought you were going to let me take care of you." he says. I can just sense the smile on his face.

"Don't push it Rodgers." I grumble. "I do have one thing you can do for me."

"And what would that be."

"Come lay down with me, I'm freezing."

I feel the bed shift next to me and he pulls me over to him. "Happy to help." he says kissing my head.

Later that night he finally gets me to eat something and after that he drugs me up on several different things to help me get some sleep and to get rid of my fever. I don't like the feeling of having this much medicine in my system but if it puts his mind at ease I'll do it. I hate being sick but if I have to be sick at least I have the super soldier to take of me.