Guys, this is just me needing some fluff and distraction from life. In addition to the fact that I'm watching Endgame tomorrow and I know I'll be unable to function for the next week lol.

This is my first fanfic. Please, be gentle. I do not own anything to do with Marvel or it's characters. I absolutely love Buck Barnes. I think if he had a few years to recuperate and find himself again, he would discover some of his old charm and humor. In this story Shuri has been able to erase the darkest of his Hydra memories, allowing him a truly fresh start in the tower, and most importantly on the team.

This is my take of him settling into the 21st century and finding a spot in the crazy family of Avengers. First chapter centers on the fact that there's unfinished business between him and Natasha, even if only one of them remembers it.

I think the future Peter and Tony Dad and Spider Baby Moments + Sam Steve and Bucky Bromance Moments are my favorites.

I have another four chapters ready. If you're interested please review, so I'll know whether or not to waste my time editing.

& In case no one told you today..

You're Beautiful

Life Gets Better

Dang Getting Thick.. I See You!

-Enjoy-

Bucky sat on the edge of the couch in the common room participating in his now new favorite sport. Tony called it channel surfing and at this rate he could compete in the couch potato Olympics. So far he had sat for twelve hours of total mind numbing garbage. He loved it and had to admit the 21st century had its perks.

He was thankful Steve, Natasha and Vision happened to be on missions, the rest were at Clint's farm or visiting family, and that Bruce and Tony hadn't poked their heads out of the laboratory gopher holes in several days. Bucky was going on hour number thirteen with absolutely no interruptions besides bathroom and food breaks. He sat contently surrounded by empty bags of popcorn, chips, and hot pocket wrappers. The volume was blaring at an unholy level while he watched another famous James in the classic Rebel Without A Cause (Friday had suggested it ) and chowing down on a delicious hot and cold mixture of ham and cheese wrapped in fluffy heaven when the elevator dinged its arrival.

He held his breath and prayed it wasn't Steve. Not that he didn't love and miss the guy when he was gone but he really didn't want to suffer through the eyebrows of disappointment. He knew he would have to clean up his mess, get some actual sleep, and do a double insanity workout to make up for the last couple of days. Thankfully a fuzzy blanket wrapped redhead shuffled out of the elevator instead. He let out a sigh of relief returning back to the movie.

"God Barnes can you turn that down ?"she asked clearly annoyed.

He rolled his eyes but acquiesced.

"You know I was here first Romanov? When did you get back anyways?"

She went straight to the kitchen behind him and begun rummaging through cabinets. He glanced over the back of the couch to watch her. She found the ingredients she wanted and begin to make a concoction of vodka, honey, lemon and green tea. She put the tea kettle on before answering.

"Umm I got back 2 days ago," she mumbled.

Bucky took in her appearance. She looked worse for wear. She had her fire red hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her baby hairs were plastered to her forehead with cold sweat and her perfect alabaster skin was faintly tinted green. He arched an eyebrow.

"So you came back Tuesday?"

She snuggled further into the blanket shivering slightly.

"Hmm? No Sunday night. Clint hung back at home after the mission,"

"Natasha today's Thursday," he informed her.

Her eyes widened slightly at that. That's when Bucky realized she was more than just "out of it". She was sick. So sick she had lost count of the days she'd been home.

He muted the T.V. "Hey, you feeling alright? "

"I'm fine," she murmured halfheartedly.

"Really? Because its seventy-nine degrees in here and you're wearing four layers of clothes and two blankets."After being frozen and thawed like an Eggo waffle Steve and Bucky kept their flats above seventy-five at all times. The common room floor had the second biggest kitchen and was equipped with the best theater system (besides the actual theater room of course) in the tower. On having the whole thing to himself the past couple of days, it had stayed a toasty eighty degrees.

Natasha's blood ran unusually hot he supposed, because her penthouse always felt like a tundra in comparison. This made it even more worrisome that she now stood shivering more than an abused chihuahua on a snow day. With one arm he propelled himself over the back of the couch in a fluid movement, and made his way over to her.

" I said I'm fine, "she repeated glaring at his approach and daring him to question her again.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Fine if you say so... Friday?,"

She gave a grunt of indignation but could do nothing to intervene as the A.I gave a precise rundown of how she was really doing. A subtle green light casted a distinct grid pattern down the length of her body. It took less than 3 seconds before Friday rattled off her findings.

"Ms. Romanov is currently running a temperature of 103.2 and is currently experiencing high levels of congestion along with severe coughing fits and a runny nose. Observation would also conclude she is having severe chills and cold sweats as side effects," she concluded.

"Hmm would you look at that? Not so fine after all are we?" Bucky mused.

Natasha rolled her eyes an action that seemed to hurt her more than she let on.

"Never had a little cold before Barnes?" She taunted pouring the steaming cup water into a

black mug labeled world cutest assassin.

He pulled a bottle of Gatorade out if the fridge beside her attempting to be casual.

"Oh yeah totally, just not the kind that made me look like the walking dead."

She ignored the jab putting the cup to her cracked lips carefully .They both sipped in silence. She savored the scalding hot concoction even curling her toes at the spreading warmth throughout her body. Now being only a couple feet away from her, he saw the cloudiness of her usually sharp eyes. Her movements that were usually quick and precise were instead slow and and almost sluggish. This was not good. He was about to suggest visiting Bruce. When the good doc himself strolled in carrying a medical bag. He looked a bit disheveled as he always did when he worked on a project for days straight. It was truly impeccable timing. Natasha slammed her mug against the counter sloshing scalding water everywhere.

" So what you tattled on me?! God how old are you ?"

Bucky put his hands up in defense.

"Hey don't look at me, " he retorted.

"Please Ms. Romanov do not be upset with Sgt. Barnes," a sharp toned Irish voice interrupted from above, " unfortunately it's in my protocol to alert Doctor Banner when someone in the tower has fallen ill."

"Friday told me a couple of days ago actually. I tried to make a house call, but somebody didn't answer ," Bruce said pointedly.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I've been taking medicine I just need to sleep it off don't worry about little ole me."

She waved away the concerned looks directed to her.

Bruce put his bag on the counter between them and began to rummage through it.

"I might believe you. If you were actually getting better your temperature is way too high. It doesn't seem like whatever you're taking is doing the trick. What are you taking by the way?" He asked putting on a stethoscope.

She rattled off the drug's long complicated name.

"Let me guess self prescribed?" Bruce challenged.

Again all he got was a shoulder shrug.

"I've had a cold before Bruce. I've been my own doctor more than once" she answered.

"Yeah sure 'Doctor', it's the flu by the way antibiotics won't do the trick"

"What was that?" Bucky questioned.

"Nat most likely has the flu, antibiotics won't help. We won't know until the test comes back though," he implied said test by handing her an extremely long q-tip.

Bucky grimaced in her behalf. She backed away from both the q-tip and the stethoscope coming her way.

"C'mon Nat don't be stubborn! If you would've done this three days ago it wouldn't be this bad". Bruce chastised her but didn't move any closer. She was one step away from bolting, and they could both see that.

"Don't touch me with that thing," she ordered.

Bruce slid the glasses off his nose and carefully rubbed the lenses between his thumb and index finger. He looked through them at an angle just to make sure before adding," You know after all the things that could've killed you wouldn't it be pathetic if the flu was the thing that got you in the end."

"Just tragic," Bucky chimed in.

The other two ignored him in favor of having an epic stare down with each other.

"It's not flu season," she challenged.

"That's true, but the whole Barton family came down with a nasty strain of it, and if you were there for a couple of days most likely you have it too," he answered holding out the q-tip again.

"We have to know what it is to to treat it correctly or you won't get better," he warned.

She sighed taking it then twisting it between her fingers.

"Up in your nasal cavity as far as you can."

Without flinching or breaking eye contact she did as told making Bucky gag in response. Bruce placed the q-tip in a clear plastic cylinder to examine it later.

"I'm pretty sure about the results on this thing so I'm going to prescribe you a different type of medicine, and something for the pain take both every 6 hours with food understood?"

"Yes,"

"Have you been drinking plenty of liquids?"

She held up her hot toddy in response.

"That doesn't count."

"Yes I have been drinking fluids mother."

"What about eating ?"

"Three balanced gourmet meals a day," she lied.

"Fine I'm going to check in on you tomorrow. Don't take that pain medicine with alcohol. Answer the door or the other guy will break it down got it?"

"That's a little extreme don't you think?"

"With a fever of 103? No it's not. Don't try me Romanov," he taunted gathering his things together. "I better get back down to the lab before Tony blows it up... Again."

On cue a suspiciously loud rumble sent vibrations from the floor below.

"Ugh I told him to wait that egotistical mani...", Bruce cursed under his breath and ran back into the elevator. Over his shoulder he told her to feel better before disappearing behind the silver sliding panels.

Natasha put the pill bottles in the pocket of her sweatpants and begin to shuffle out of the room.

"Hey, have you gone food shopping since you've been back," Bucky asked nonchalantly.

"No if you hadn't heard I'm deathly ill why?".

"That's what I thought. You're a total liar," he said chugging the rest of his Gatorade.

She cocked her head to the side with curiosity. "Well it's always been in my job description so you'll have to be a little more specific".

"I happened to have raided the fridges of everyone who was gone this past week. All that was left in your fridge was a bottle of ranch and some stale tortilla chips. Scratch that. I ate those. So yeah, just the ranch. Which means unless you ordered take out you haven't been eating,".

He was pretty sure he saw the flash of a knife under her igloo of blankets.

"You were in my house? " she seethed.

"Yeah Clint gave me the vent tour. I can get anywhere without tripping alarms now," he answered proudly, "Anyways enough about me, you haven't been eating."

Deciding to ignore him she tugged the blankets around her tighter, turned and headed back to her floor. She swayed a bit as she went. As much as he was enjoying his lazy marathon of awesomeness, something about the way she steadied herself against the wall made her look so small and helpless that he had to help. Small and helpless was not who she was. He wanted her back to her normal emasculating self asap. That shivering snotty mess before him was downright unsettling.

"Natasha let me make you something," he suggested.

She waved him off.

" I'll just throw it up Barnes it's fine," she murmured all the venom her voice along with said knife was then gone.

"C'mon if you take that stuff on an empty stomach it'll be worse. I can doctor up a few cans of

Campbell's soup what'd ya say?"

"Or you can just toss me a can, and I'll make it at my place."

"You and I both know you won't though. So I'll do it. Sit down".

He gestured to the stool in front of the marble table top. Friday told him exactly where the cans of chicken noodle soup were kept. He pulled some ingredients from the freezer then popped off the lids of concentrated soups. The thick chicken concoction slid slowly and slimily out of the tin cans landing with a wet squelch at the bottom of the pot. Nat wrinkled her nose at the sight, it was enough to make her stomach turn.

"Hey don't make that face all it needs is a little love and..," Bucky squinted closely at the directions, "..three cups of water, but we'll make that four"

He put the soup to boil after stirring in the four cups of water and two cups of chicken broth. He chopped up the carrots, celery, and grilled chicken he had pulled from the refrigerator and put them in the microwave to soften before also adding them to the mix. He went through the spice rack and chose the garlic, onion, cayenne pepper and salt for flavoring. He mixed them all together before letting it simmer for several long minutes. Natasha watched him carefully with her profile pressed against the cool surface of the table.

"I thought Steve was the one who cooked?" She mused.

He feigned hurt with his palm against his shirt. "That punk? Where do you think he learned it from?"

"Fair enough,"

After 15 minutes of comfortable silence he did a taste test by shoving a spoonful of the soup in his mouth He gave it a thumbs up and handed her a bowl. She sat up but didn't touch the spoon. Bucky pretended not to notice instead making a bowl of his own. He watched her blankly stare at the swirling grey steam coming off the tops of their meals.

Taking a spoonful out of her bowl, he tried it.

"Nope it's perfect. I have no idea why you aren't eating this delicious meal that the notorious soldier of legend has sacrificed to make you out of the kindness of his heart," he exclaimed trying to mimic Thor's accent.

There was no response, not even the twitch of a smile. That's when it dawned on him.

"Hey Friday do you have anything for nausea?" He asked over his shoulder.

The A.I rattled off a number of names and medicines. He remembered Steve's mom always giving them ginger tea for the stomach aches and it had always helped. He put the electric kettle on and pulled the tea bags and honey out of a drawer. As soon as the kettle started whistling, he poured the bowling water in a red mug and began to stir. He slid the bowl away from her and replaced it with hot drink.

"There's no vodka in this one but it will settle your stomach," he murmured quietly.

He looked away pretending not to observe her tentative sips. After awhile she gathered to bowl back to her and began to eat. He grinned internally, but didn't show it one or another. Instead he used his 20/25 vision to read the subtitles of the movie she had interrupted. When their spoons began to scrape the bottom, he asked to see her medication. She looked quizzically at him but handed them over.

"Well you're not supposed to take it on an empty stomach so checkmate on that and we are adding ginger tea to that prescription and done."

He finished tapping out the large purple and blue pills into her hand along with a glass of water.

She swallowed them swiftly and winced slightly at the pain in her throat.

"Thanks for dinner Barnes,"

"Of course what are friends for?"he answered casually trying to catch line of dialogue as it faded from the television screen 20 feet away.

That's when the mood shifted from slightly uncomfortable to having as much tension as one of her famous swinging lightbulb in a dark room interrogations.

She leaned forward. "Are we friends?"

His focus snapped back to the woman sitting across from him, wondering what had changed so drastically with those five words.

"I don't know are we?" he hesitantly articulated

"I asked first"

He shrugged.

"We're part of a team. The team looks out for each other right?"

"There's a difference between me making sure you don't get a bullet to the face and us being friends "

"Well i consider anyone that blocks a bullet for me a friend wouldn't you?"

She shifted in her seat.

"I don't know. I mean Banner and Tony, they're friends outside of missions. You, Steve and Sam too"

"Hey I hate Sam!" he denied with adamance waving his hands in the air.

"You love him don't lie," she chuckled at his mock horror. He was glad to finally see her smile.

"Fine, " he admitted, "I do but he'll never know it the chocolate bastard. Well, what about you and the Bartons ?"

" I think Clint is the only one thats stupid enough to try with me, Laura has too big of a heart for abandoned strays and the kids take after their parents. They want me to be changed person, someone they trust, someone they love but the day will come when they realize what I really am and run away like any normal person would."

She shrugged it off in quiet acceptance that her loss of them would be inevitable. Bucky's eyebrows furrowed. They were both master manipulators and he had seen people on the receiving end of her mind games. He looked for any of the tells that would point to him "being played" as Sam would put it, but all he saw was honest curiosity and maybe a bit of sadness in the way her eyes stayed on the table instead of him.

Maybe she really didn't believe that anyone in their right mind would help her without motive or call her a friend without fear and a string understood that belief. He thought of all the innocent lives and horribleness that had come at the end of his triggers, and because of it he questioned Steves sanity no less than hundred times a day. His best friend had read Bucky's files. He watched blood curling footage, and saw the passive dead look that rested only with the winter soldier when he, without emotion, took innocent lives.

However, when they walked between the old orange and red brick buildings spray painted with unspoken stories of a new generation or listened to the crunch of glass from long broken windows beneath their shoes in Brooklyn, Steve would sling a comforting arm over Bucky's shoulder, not unlike he used to do decades ago when Steve was the smaller one.

Steve Rogers never complained about having black eyes or his windpipe crushed when he had to dredge him from a horrific nightmare at two in the morning, and never held anything like that against him. Sam wasn't much different. The falcon could be annoying as hell, but Buck knew he was a good man. After he was forgiven for the brainwashing and the whole 'I ripped the steering wheel out of your car' event. (Sam had made a spoof to I Bust the Windows Out Your Car. Check it out on Spotify. Whatever that was. ) He had decided not to even read Bucky's files all together. According to him all that mattered was the man Barnes was now . That's the man he'd get to know and obviously spend every waking moment annoying.

The team as a whole had given him a second chance. A chance that he didn't deserve. They treated him as if Hydra had never happened. As if if he'd never fallen from that train all those years ago. He would never be the same but thanks to Shuris' technology and his recovery in Wakanda he was cleared to come back to the tower, to a team and more unexpectedly to a family. All his memories of hydra their training and torture had been erased. He had a clean slate a fresh start and all the time in the world to rebuild himself. Guilt would hang over his head forever but he was just a weapon. The beliefs of Hydra were never his own. Buck was still buried somewhere deep down and with the help of those around him he was slowly getting the chance to uncover him. Things between him and Tony were awkward sometimes. He reminded him so much of Howard. They had a heart to heart (shed some tears) and every day it got a bit easier to be around each other. He'd been adopted by Clint's family to the point where he was now Uncle Buck. Everyone had found a way to weasel into a heart that he had thought would forever stay broken. Words were not enough to repair what they had given him.

So he was ready to make the sacrifice play on any didn't deserve a life outside of what Hydra had made him become. So if he could sacrifice that life in place of someone who really deserved another 20 years he would do it, no questions asked. Not to be judged on a past he had no control over was one of the greatest gifts the team had given him and he would do anything to return that gift even if he had to do it individually. That night happened to be Tasha's turn for reprisal and surprisingly battlefield nor bullet was involved.

"No. They would never run away. None of us do. Because besides the fact that everyone here is certifiably insane, we never give up. Especially on each other,"

She was quiet for a long time before simply retorting that he sounded like T'challa.

"And I will take that as one of the biggest compliments I've ever gotten thank you," he beamed mirroring said king by giving a small bow.

She had flagrantly disregarded Bruce's orders to not to mix the pain meds and alcohol. When had she ever followed the rules? The tension she was holding in her shoulders lessened and she rested her face between her palms. She didn't make another attempt to leave so Bucky poured the leftover water from the kettle into her cup, and stayed where he was on the other side of the tabletop with elbows resting on the salt and pepper granite beneath him. She moved the spoon around in slow circles.

"I don't think it's in the cards for me Barnes," she sighed.

He waited for her to continue.

"The whole team, family love dynamic etc.," she mused. "I mean I told Banner how I felt about him and he was on the next flight back to India. He went dark for 8 months before Tony dug him out of hiding. Running away literally wasn't fast enough,"

Bucky interrupted her by putting his hand up.

" Wait, wait, you mean Bruce Banner? Like the Bruce Banner? The one who is just here Bruce Banner ? The nerdy guy, glasses, crazy hair, in love with Tony, turns into a big green crazy guy that Bruce Banner?"

"Yes that Bruce. He is a good man," she defended.

"No he is a great man nobody's debating that but I mean.."

He air motioned a hand a hand up and down her body expressing how beautiful she was.

Of course Bruce was downright handsome but Tasha was in a whole different league of beautiful, not to mention the polar opposite personalities.

"Hmm..Maybe I do stand a chance at finding love in this life. If Bruce could get someone like her to fall for him Hulk and all, maybe some cute dame could look past the metal arm and senior citizen status," he thought to himself.

"Love is unpredictable and impartial," she stated simply.

"Yeah but have ya seen Steve? I mean is tall blonde and righteous just not your type?"

"I think he's already taken..."

That stopped his tirade cold. Steve hadn't mentioned anyone since Peggy. He kissed Sharon, but come on, that was more of a thank you for not turning us in peck. Bucky would definitely have to get more information. Of course he was going to give him a hell of alot of teasing, but he thought they told each other everything. He watched as Natasha hid her smirk by bringing the cup to her lips.

"Hey wait are you talking about me?!" Bucky exclaimed.

She shrugged her shoulders."You are really close,"

"Yeah like brothers not love...I'm not even finishing the sentence it's not like that! Do people think that?!"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know maybe a few...million ?" she smiled coyly.

"Uggggh, fine unbelievable remind me to find a girl to kiss at the next press conference."

"Will do. There's a nice girl I know. How do you feel about piercings? "

"I'm not ready for that."

"Aww neither was your boyfriend."

"What?!"

"Nothing," she teased.

"Anyway...anyways.. anyways this is off topic. Natasha you're already part of this family. I've seen it. The Bartons are loving not ignorant. They see you for everything you are and still want you. The kids think the world of you and not because your some super cool spy, but because you're their super cool aunt that's insanely good with water guns. You watch Clints back and bring him home to them every single week. When Pep's gone you're the only one she trusts to make sure Tony sleeps and eats every day even if you have to use your widow bites. It's you who runs or spars with Stevie at 3 a.m when he can't sleep. The Bruce thing well...he's kind of an odd ball anyway, but I can see he really cares about you. He risked Tony blowing up the lab tonight just to make sure you were okay, and those are just a few examples I don't talk to you much, but I watch. I observe. This is your family"

It was in her training see the worst in everything and everybody, analyze and then destroy it. When she looked at herself it was no different only seeing the black, and the bleak, and the horrible. She assumed that's what everyone else saw too, if not it was just a matter of time. She tried her best to stay close and not let who she was manifest itself in the present. The team, the tower, and SHEILD all made up her safe haven.

Hearing snapshots of her life from Bucky's viewpoint soothed something in her soul. His rich deep voice coupled with earnest baby blue eyes added to the calm and made her think of the possibility of his theory. Maybe she was already part of this group and not just on the outside looking in. She really had tried her best to be there for everyone. Her sole goal to be the person they saw the potential of her being. The endeavor never eased horrible sensation that the whole was just facade and could shatter at any moment. Knowing that someone had seen her efforts bloomed something warm and tingly inside her chest. At least she thought it was the realization that did it. It could've been the loosening of the horrible congestion, but either way the feeling was a good one.

"Maybe,"she whispered suddenly wanting to change the subject. She peeked at the screen to the right them finally taking interest in what Bucky had been watching before.

"Rebel Without a A Cause that's a good one," she commented moving to the couch. With that the Conversation was over Bucky noted. Her nose wrinkled as unidentified bags of popcorn or pop tarts that crumpled and crunched beneath her feet as she made her way to the couch. She threw him a sour look.

"I'll clean it up before mother hen gets back I promise."

She moved even more trash out her way as she created a perfect little nest of blankets (just like Clint had taught her) smack dab in the middle if the couch. Bucky washed and

rinsed the , also putting the leftover ingredients back in the fridge before joining her.

Two hours and six bags of kettle corn later, they sat watching as long strands of blonde hair floated in the wind while the actor intently watched the car of his rival plummet over a cliff. The bottle of vodka had been moved from the kitchen and was now tucked between them and the couch cushions. Their tea bags floated and bobbed almost happily in more alcohol than tea.

"That is one good looking man," Bucky stated offhandedly refilling his mug.

"You see that. That is why people say the things they do,"

"What, you mean I can't compliment another man!"

"I'm just saying it starts rumors."

"It's not even an opinion. The guy's a masterpiece. I'm just stating facts! Forgive me for being honest! "

She gave him only a cheeky grin as a response. That started the conversation about the actors untimely death. Natasha informed him that the car crash was a front and instead he had become one of SHIELD best undercover agents. After the love of his life married someone else, the american heartthrob was suicidal. Fury intervened, gave him ticket out of fame, and in turn gained a protege. Bucky was floored and Natasha was breathless. She hadn't talked that much in days, and her respiratory began to violently protest it. It was hard to listen to.

"Natasha maybe you should go to bed. Friday can wake you up when it's time for your medicine again."

"Trying to get rid of me already?"

"Nope not at all. Just tryna help doll."

"You can turn the sound up in that case...doll."

He should've given her another budge to her bedroom, but something told him if he did he wouldn't see her for awhile. For some reason that thought bothered him. He and Natasha didn't spend much time together. The woman emitted the same vibe you would get when stepping from the warmth of your cozy home into the frigid cold of a damp New York Monday morning. It wasn't entirely welcoming. He was used to the Black Widow in all her cold icy perfection. A woman who always kept the real Natasha hidden somewhere very deep where no one could hurt her. Usually it took years of trust for that side to surface.

It seemed the combination flu, pain meds and half of a bottle of russian vodka had sped things up a bit. It humanized her. Even more strange was the presence of familiarity as they sat there side by side. Something tugged on the strings of a buried memory, but he couldn't quite pull it to the fore of his mind.

Instead he did as was told and Friday dimmed the lights. Her shivering had calmed but he slipped off his black hoodie for her anyways. He handed it over without fanfare. She tucked herself inside of it without looking at him and a soft thank you. They settled into a comfortable silence only broken by gentle reminders to drink water and kleenex refills. They sat through the next 1 1/2 movies of their impromptu J.D marathon, before her body's' fight made it impossible to stay awake. She turned to him abruptly, cocking her head to the side like a predator watching its prey. Then without warning she stretched and settled her purple felt covered toes to one end of the couch and laid her head in his lap on the other end . Bucky startled minutely at the unexpected closeness but quickly adjusted himself setting his feet atop the coffee table.

"Feel better," he whispered softly.

"Barnes ?"

"Yeah?"

"Your arm is freezing," He quickly moved it the back of the couch to avoid contact.

"No it felt nice. Helps bring down the fever I guess," she trailed off finally letting the drugs take her under completely.

Placing a cold metal palm across her forehead then massaged his fingers through her hair. She leaned into the touch subconsciously. He kept up motion for a while hoping to calm the shaking that was still causing her teeth to chatter together. She mumbled sporadically in her sleep. He thought it was adorable. What wasn't adorable was the fever that was most likely inducing said mumbling. He felt the unusual heat radiating from her and began to doubt that the meds were doing their seemed to sense his curiosity and displayed another analysis of her condition. It wasn't great. Everything was still pretty much the same with the fever only dropping 2 degrees. Bucky peeled a few blankets off the top part of her chest and cooled the room down considerably hoping that would help.

Friday displayed a countdown of 2 hours before her next dosage. Resting his head on the plush blue couch cushion he settled in for the wait turning the T.V back on subtitle mode. Somewhere between the poor misfit son jumping on a train and him finally meeting his estranged mother, Buck fell asleep too.

- thanks so much for reading ... Please review if you liked it so I'll no whether or not to waste my time editing. -