Bucky's P.O.V

The next day was worse than any other day had been, I felt completely miserable. I don't know what Natasha was thinking but this isn't any stomach flu that I've heard of. The worst thing about this virus is that sometimes I'm hot then next I'm freezing cold, whatever this thing is it needs to pick a side cause I getting pretty tired of having to take the sheets off then put them back on again when I already feel too weak to move.

The next worst thing is that since I've been having to barf every hour I have to eat or as Steve says "You could die if you don't eat." this sucks because Steve knows that I can't keep anything down yet he still makes me eat, well today I really didn't want to expel everything again and Steve was trying to make me eat.

"Steve, I don't want to throw up again I'm not eating that toast for God sakes."

"Yes you will or I'll force feed you." Steve crosses his arms, and I roll my eyes.

"Oh please, you wouldn't do that."

"DO NOT test me, I've had to do it to you before and I'll do it again if I have to."

"I. WILL. NOT. EAT. THAT. BREAD!"

"OK! Fine just go back to sleep I'll feed you later."

"Really?"

"Yep," He says as I turn over and fall asleep.

Suddenly I felt Steve open my mouth.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I try to say as he tries to feed me, come to find out that Steve tied my hands behind my back so I couldn't make him stop.

"You're insane!" I yell as I slowly chew the bread, Steve unties my hands and I shake them out.

"That's pretty true… when it comes to making sure that my best friend doesn't die, plus this is payback for all the times that you did that to me," He says as he smirks.

"I swear if I have to spend another hour expelling what you made me eat I'll punch you," I say as I swallow my last piece of toast.

"Oh I hope you do, it'll tickle though so if you hear me laugh then you'll know it tickles." Steve's smirk grows bigger.

" You're not funny," I whisper as I frown.

"I'm sorry buck but you know that you have to eat, you can't run on empty."

"I know but I hate being stuck in that bathroom every hour, what's the point of feeding me if I'm going to throw up."

"Bruce will be done with the cure by the end of tomorrow I texted him earlier while you were sleeping so if you can handle this for a little bit longer then you'll be able to make it out of this alive." This actually made me feel a lot better. I don't know why it did,I wasn't going to die anyways.

I was happy for an hour or so until I started to feel nauseous again.

"Steve, I don't feel too good." I fretted that Steve wouldn't pick up on what I was trying to tell him but he did, I felt guilty a lot of the time now because Steve always has to literally pick me up, I way to weak to walk on my own and I know that Steve doesn't have time to deal with my stubbornness, cause I could keep that up forever and well Steve just knows that " he's about to throw up and he doesn't know it so I got to get my ass moving."

I felt so nauseous but I couldn't throw up, nothing was coming leaving me to dry heave I really did think I was going throw up so I was cautious to leave the bathroom, but after an hour of waiting Steve was getting impatient.

"I don't think you're going to throw up, but I'll keep a trash can by your bed in case you need it ok?'

I nod, while trying to pull myself up in the process which I forgot I wasn't supposed to do that, I immediately regret that decision because I was seeing black spots again, I tried my best not to pass out but I couldn't. I almost hit the ground but Steve caught me, it actually hurt because he caught me so fast and I wasn't prepared to feel sudden arms under mine. I did end up passing out though and before I did I heard Steve say, "Jesus Buck you can't do that on me, you almost gave me a heart attack."

A couple hours later…

I slowly open my eyes to see Steve sleeping in his chair, he must've carried me back from the bathroom because I'm lying in bed instead of lying on the bathroom floor.

I look around the room only to realize that something definitely feels out of place, my eyes scan around the room twice and the third time I did that I figured out why the room felt that way.

"….No…..your d-dead."

"You and I both know, that dead thing's….don't stay dead." Alexander pierce says as he walks around the bed and stared at me.

"Stay the hell away from me!" I ordered as he smirks evilly.

"Why because you think you're contagious or because I'm the man that made your life a living hell." He snickers.

My heart rate starts to speed up but I refused to answer him.

"I got a question for you, do you feel safe here, do you feel like everyone likes you, and do you feel cared for here?"

I nod but I don't look at him, I don't want to believe he's real and alive but apart of me is already doing that.

"Well to answer that question I guess I'll have to share my knowledge, first of all, your nowhere near safe in this building, I have hydra agents everywhere to make sure that you stay dead when you go."

I immediately look up to him when he says this, no one told me I was going to die, I thought I was going to live either way.

"I'm not going to die."

he points to my forehead, "You see deep down you know that you've been told that many times but that glorious fever of yours makes you forget that you are dying."

I'm trying to not cry right now.

"Oh and if you think Natasha, Sam, or Steve even like you a little, then boy you are sadly mistaken. They hate you for the sorrow that you've caused them and this earth, Natasha despises you because you tried to kill her multiple times, Sam hates because of the things you've done to this planet and also because you pushed him off an aircraft without his bird wings, and last off all Steve hates you the most because guess what soldier you really did kill his mother and Steve knows it too but he won't tell you that , he also hates you because you hurt him and his friends. To everyone in the universe you're a friggin monsterthat they pray to god they'll never see and to these people in this building they all hope you die because finally, it'll bring justice to this world."

"They don't care for you. they hate you, they may act like it but it's just an act you know."

I couldn't hold it back anymore, I bawled my eyes out, nobody ever told me how hated I was. They always kept it hush, but to find out that I'm going to die and that everyone in this building wants me dead including the people who I thought were my friends, that hurt's the most. All the crying was making my stomach and head hurt but I didn't care. Now that I know all that I hope I die so I don't have to be in a place where I'm hated.

Steve's P.O.V

I was beginning to hear a crying sound so I immediately woke up, I saw that Bucky was holding his head saying

"Make it stop, please just make it stop."

I go to sit next to him but he moves as far away from me as he can.

"Stop acting." He whispers while looking at me through his hands that are covering his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Tell every one of your friends to stop acting like they like me because they obviously want me dead and Steve couldn't you have just told me that I killed your mother it would've made this a lot easier."

"Bucky STOP! For the fifteenth time you did NOT kill my mother she died of a sickness OK?, you weren't even there when she died, I don't know what is making you think you did that but whatever it is, it couldn't be more wrong, and excuse me yes my friends disliked you at one point but that was when you weren't in your right mind, and they didn't hate you at that time either in fact they encouraged me to find you because they knew that it wasn't you who killed all those people. And they don't want you dead at all everyone is trying to help you not hurt you, I'd kill 'em if they were, Bucky nobody in this building hates or wants to kill you purposefully. None of this is an act we all care for you."

"What I don't understand is why you play this part of caring so hard for me when you despise me," Bucky says as he cries harder, my message didn't get through to him.

"Damnit Bucky STOP IT! Who is telling you all this because it sure as hell is wrong, I. DON'T. HATE. YOU. Bucky I'm trying to help you not kill you, that's why I made you eat, that's why I made Bruce develop a cure for you. No actually, he was going to do that anyways, but Bucky we all care for you so please stop saying that we don't because it's not true. Sam even told me that Natasha cradled you until you fell asleep, do you remember that?"

He nods.

Then in a flash he collapsed onto me, I hold him close as he cries and cries.

"Now who told you all that," I whisper gently to him

"Alexander Pierce."

"Y-you don't believe me do you because he's dead?" He sniffles in between his words.

"No I believe you saw him, but he is dead, it's your hallucinations buck they are getting worse." I feel his grip tighten on me.

"You want to lie down or do you think you're rested enough."

"I'm tired can I lie down." He shivered as I let go of him, I nod then I help him get under the blankets but just as I was about to slid out of his bed to go sit back down something cold grabbed my hand. It was Bucky's metal arm.

"Can you lay with me? I don't want to be alone tonight." he begs and I can even see it in his eyes too, I crawl into bed with Bucky and let him slid under my arm, "Thank you." He mumbles and I reply back with "Your welcome, you are cared for Buck, always know that ok?"

I feel him nod and I didn't say anything else because I knew my tired boy was sound asleep.

Authors note: Hey everyone, so this next chapter is going to get a little bloody so if you are squimish at the mentions of blood I would suggest not to continue reading, but it's up to you guys and girls. By the way sorry for the long wait on the Flash story if you're reading that I have all the chapters written out I just need to edit them! Enjoy!