Day 6


The consequences of Tony running away with Steve and the box of clothe from the dining room and evacuating to his studio were way scarier than he could imagined. First, Clint nearly broke the wall with arrows attached with explosives. Second, Natasha threatened to wrench Tony's fingers as soon as he stepped out of his studio because he couldn't stay there forever. Third, Coulson pulled a long face trying to break through the safety system of Stark Tower, after all he had succeeded once.

Steve felt super dizzy being swayed around in the box. The size of the box was like a submarine or cabin cruiser to him, and he felt like the pilot was drunk.

When the lid of the box was finally lifted, Steve could see the shine bright light, he blocked the light with his hands when he saw Tony was above him.

"Oops, sorry, I was a bit rough," those little clothes were swung onto Steve due to the movements of the box, Tony had to waved them off Steve. He provided a finger for Steve as a support so Steve could stand up smoothly, simply lifting Steve from the box seemed disrespectful: "You alright?"

"Despite the dizziness, I'm alright," Steve breathed out and tried to make his golden hair looked tidier: "Why did you…"

"Bring you here?" Tony watched as Steve combed his hair with his fingers and answered: "Hmmm, because, I wanna do that."

"Tony!" the tiny man frowned gravely, giving the 'I don't like your joke' look on his face.

"Okay, okay," Tony gave up: "I just wanted to protect you, Steve. That was close, super dangerous."

"Tony, we're in Stark Tower, we have brilliant protection measures and Jarvis, there aren't any dangers," Steve attempted to jump and grasped the edge of the box, trying to get out of it.

Tony lifted him and put him on his palm at once and pointed at the other Avengers, trying to break into the studio solemnly, on the monitor screen: "Steve, I must remind you you're in danger right now. If you got caught, what would happen? They'll force you to try on weird clothes; they might even tie a ribbon on you or soak you into a glass of cream!"

Due to the warnings of Tony – the solution was to let Steve tell the others that Tony was just playing pranks. That night when Steve curled up under his blanket, he had a nightmare which made him hugged his dolls tightly.

At first he was chased by a few enormous hands, they were waving a long silk ribbon trying to stumble him and tie him up, maybe just like what Tony said, tied him up with a ribbon!

Steve frowned in his dream, he threw out his shield and smashed a few of the 'ribbon monsters' chasing him, but there were more behind him, he kept running and he saw Hulk.

"Hulk!" Steve screamed for help, he believed his friend must had spotted those monsters and will smash all of them.

But Hulk lifted him with his huge fingers and soaked him into a bowl of cream showed up from nowhere.

"Tasty! Hulk loves it."


Jarvis was the first to discover something was wrong about Steve as Tony had given him strict order to protect Steve from being stolen away, he informed Tony immediately: "Sir, good morning. Maybe you should take a look at Captain, he seems to be sick. His body temperature is too high."

Tony, supplying himself with the first cup of coffee, threw away his cup instantly and rushed to Steve's room. He looked into the window of the castle and saw a ball on the bed. He tried to wake Steve up: "Steve, Steve?"

There wasn't any response at first, then the little ball wrapped by the blanket made a move. Steve turned around and showed his red cheeks, the red doll in his arm fell off the bed, then him.

"WOW!" Tony quickly opened the window and caught Steve. He carefully took Steve out of the castle and examined the low-spirited little guy lying on his palm. He almost felt like being burnt by Steve's high body temperature: "Hey, Steve."

'Looks like he's losing all his energy,' Tony licked hid lips and thought, touching Steve gently with a finger.

Steve twisted, feeling touched by something which had lower temperature than his body, he moaned and hugged Tony's finger with his arms, sticking his face to the nail at the same time: "Hmmmmmmmm…"

'Wow!" Tony hid his other fingers when Steve tried to wrap them with his legs.

Steve sobered up a bit for that, he half-lifted his eyelid and glance, falling back to his sleep after mumbling: "Tony…"


Since Steve was sick, he could no longer stay in the castle – might still have germs in there – plus Tony broke the window of the bedroom, that was the reason why the Avengers were surrounding the table in Tony's room.

"It's your fault." Clint announced as he was looking at the little guy sleeping on the bed built by Tony using towels and blanket. Hesitating whether to touch the little head stuck out of the blanket when he scolded Tony.

"What?! Why it's my fault?" Tony argued, even he was arguing, he just raised his voice by a few decibels as Steve was still sleeping. They minimized their voice during their conversation.

"He is having a fever," Natasha glared at him: "THINK! Who was the one got sick just now?"

"But Steve is not going to be brought down by germs, he…..never got sick," that's why he didn't stop Steve from taking care of him, Steve had a way higher resistance against diseases sue to the super serum.

"Under normal situation, he's now six inches tall. The germs on your body were ten times the original size to him, but he was only four times strengthened," Clint pouted and looked at Bruce: "Right? Dr. Banner?"

"He's 'Professor' not 'Doctor'," Tony explained.

Bruce lifted his eyeglasses: "Oh, I WAS a doctor, Tony."

"So you're saying the bird's right!?"

Tony attempted to pressurized Bruce with his eyes but failed since Bruce looked at him and looked at Steve caringly, lifting the blanket for Steve to cover his shouler, and said: "This is possible."


Everyone wants to take care of Steve, but they were in the STARK Tower belonged to Tony Stark and as a possible cause of disease, Tony insisted it was his responsibility to take care of Steve as compensation: "I will take good care of him, have you all forgotten? I'M A GENIUS."

Cutting a sleeve of a shirt into a few two centimeters wide and five centimeters long cloth with a scissor, Natasha pshawed disdainfully: "Don't forget you, as a genius, can't even take care of yourself. If Steve and we hadn't dragged you out from your studio from time to time, we would be sharing this tower now."

"Oh no, I am sure my last will states clearly the ownership of the tower," Tony didn't feel sorry for his tailor-made shirt which was ruined by Natasha: "Are you sure this thing is comfortable enough?"

"If it's really that costly," Natasha put down the scissor and handed over the product to Tony: "If we didn't have a mission, I would never have left Steve alone in here."

"I assure you he'll be energetic when you guys are back!"


Medicine wasn't really useful on Steve, the only way to help him was to cool him down physically.

Tony folded the ice-water-soaked clothe onto Steve's forehead, replacing it every fifteen minutes. Jarvis reminded him when time's up, though he had suggested to let the machine arm to replace it automatically. Oh but no, Tony couldn't bear the risk, though he had a 100% confidence towards his invention.

"Hmmm… Tony?" Tony was standing next to the table looking at Steve when his eyes were half-opened – in fact, Tony had been observing him for a long time, Tony replied quickly: "Hi Steve, how do you feel?"

"Water…" Steve licked his lips, Tony noticed that they were a bit dehydrated, of course, dehydration caused by the fever.

"Okay, water, wait," Tony turned to look for a suitable utensil, a cup would be too big unless Steve needed a bath; "Damn it!" He couldn't locate a cup for the six inches tall Steve Rogers. He had to enter the castle to get ones left in there, and he's obviously too tall.

At last Tony returned with a cup and a dropper: "Um, Steve, sorry, I've only got this, I assure you they've never been used." Fortunately he remembered there were some new experiment apparatus in his room so he could locate the dropper from the box and sterilized it immediately.

Not commenting, Steve's forehead was covered by a wet clothe which was once part of Tony's shirt, he just asked for water.

Extracting some water from the cup, Tony shifted the dropper's mouth near Steve's lips and spoke softly: "Here, drink some, Steve."

Feeling the humidity, Steve lifted his head, Tony instantly took away the clothe slipping down from his forehead and slid a finger under his head hoping he would feel better.

Finally felt the water on his lips, Steve licked with his tongue and grabbed the cool dropper, sucking it from the tiny opening to drink the water in it. He released the dropper when he felt less thirsty.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief when Steve leaned on his pillow again.

"Sir, your heartbeat and body temperature…"

"No, I'm alright!" Tony interrupted his AI butler's reminder, Gosh, he knew the reason and he didn't need a doctor or any medicine.


Steve drank some soup at noon; Tony tore the bread into small pieces and soaked them into the soup so Steve could eat them. Jarvis's monitor showed that Steve's body temperature was still way higher than normal, but its lowered for around one degree Celsius.

In the afternoon, Clint, Natasha and Bruce took turn to take care of Steve because Iron Man had to deal with some little problems.

When Tony went back and entered his bedroom, all his friends were surrounding the table anxiously: "Hey, what's happened?"

"He was choked," Clint was at a loss to know what to do. He could only used his fingers to rub Steve's back softly: "Oh my god."

"What have you two done?!" Tony was about to outrage when he saw the cup next to the bed, he understood at once: "Damn it! Why don't you soak him with the water?"

"Hey! I'm not a scientist, I get nervous…: Clint protested.

Natasha compressed her lips: "Sorry, it was my bad, we should've waited for Bruce."

Comfortingly, Steve had passed the most petrifying moment. He just curled in his bed and sniffled, coughed occasionally, but he began to breathe normally.


Tony and Natasha built a new bed for Steve using towels and sheets to replace the previous one which was covered in water due to Clint's action; they had to change his wet T-shirt before moving him to the new bed.

"Come, Steve, we have to change your clothes," said Natasha.

"Wait, why you?" Tony and Clint both asked.

"Because I am a girl," Natasha grabbed the clean and dry clothes: "or any of you are gonna tell me that you have been fond of changing clothes for dolls since you were a toddler so you're good at it?"

"Nope." "Absolutely not."

After denying that spooky assumption, Tony and Clint quietly slipped aside and watched as Natasha took the T-shirt off from the weak Steve and speedily dressed him a new one. Smoothly and steadily. The other two couldn't help adoring the redhead agent.


Luckily Steve's situation stabilized afterwards. He had been sleeping for the whole afternoon and woke up for a while just before evening. He drank some water from the dropper and asked Tony what happened, why he was there.

"Your body temperature is a bit high Steve," Tony lifted Steve's blanket and covered him with it tightly.

"Oh…" Steve nodded, leaning against his pillow: "Thank you for taking care of me."

"My pleasure, I had to kill a hundred people and stepped over their corpses to win the chance… just kidding," Tony smirked and felt Steve's hot cheek with his finger: "You haven't eaten much today, anything you want?"

Nearly falling asleep again, Steve mumbled and left a word: "Strawberry…"

"Alright," Tony shrugged: "Anything, Steve…"


An hour later Steve woke in the scent of fresh strawberries, his body temperature had nearly returned to normal but he still felt tired, so it took him sometime to got up.

"Look, strawberries," Tony place a box of splendid-looking fruit in front of Steve and took one for him.

It was a bit too big for Steve. He had to spread his arm wide opened to pull it away a bit before giving it a bite. Tasting the refreshing sweetness pervading in his mouth, he couldn't stop smiling: "This is great." His slowly regaining taste bud allowed him to taste the terrific flavor of the strawberries.

Placing Steve in his hands and moved him to the sofa, Tony arranged a perfect spot, which faced the TV screen, for Steve on his shoulder: "Hey do you wanna take a look at my splendid public appearance today?"

Steve nodded. He almost slept through the day. He only knew his friends were walking and speaking near him, he wanted to know what happened.

Ten minutes later Tony stopped the praise of his outstanding performance and the sneer of how suck was his opponent, finding Steve had barely talked: "Steve?"

Sitting on Tony's palm, Steve looked abashed holding half of the strawberry. Tony found out what was Steve doing while he was so quiet: "Full?"

"Yeah…"

Poking Steve's stomach before Steve could complain. Tony took the strawberry in Steve's arm and threw it into his mouth: "Hmmm, problem solved. Come Steve, we gotta take a bath and spend the night sleeping to make sure you fully recover. I don't wanna see you look that sick anymore."


Trying my best to translate it as quickly as possible, guess I'll finish translating all of it by tomorrow