Steve woke to a feeling he hasn't felt in 70 years. He was sick. He coughed into his blanket and sniffled. I feel terrible. He thought miserably. He drew back his blankets and shuffled out into the main space. The other Avengers were in various states of their mornings. Thor was raiding the Pop-Tarts boxes, Clint and Nat were sipping coffee while doing paperwork, Bruce was quietly reading the paper and eating cereal while Tony was pouring coffee.
"Hello Steve." Thor boomed. Tony winced at the loudness of the god's voice. "Steve, you do not look well, are you alright?" Thor asked, munching on a Pop-Tart. Steve shrugged. "We must find a healer!" Thor cried, rushing over and picking Steve up. The captain coughed into his arm and tried to wiggle out.
"Thor this will not help." Steve said, still struggling.
"Nonsense!" Thor snapped, carrying Steve towards the elevator. Steve turned to look at the other Avengers who were cracking up at the sight of Steve in his pjs being carried around by Thor.
"Thor, buddy, thank you for the concern but crushing me will not help." Steve said calmly, trying to get the god to put him down. Thor nodded and dropped Steve. Tony came over with a box.
"Here Buddy, take a thing of these and it will help." The box read Dayquill. Steve shrugged and took the amount directed. "Come on, let's get you back to bed." Tony wrapped his arm around Steve's shoulders and led him to his room. "Stay in bed today Steve, if the world needs us, we'll handle it. Captain America needs days off as well." Tony assured Steve as he laid the blankets over him. Steve wanted to object but tony backed out before he could. Steve heaved a sigh. What am I going to do today? He wondered, another coughing fit causing a break in this thought. He decided to watch some T.V.
Soon, Nat came in with a tray of food. "Here Steve, brought you some breakfast." Nat handed it to him.
"Thank you Nat." Steve smiled kindly at her and looked at what she had brought him. Eggs, bacon, toast and apple juice. He smiled again and ate some toast.
"How ya feeling?" She asked him, laying a hand on his forehead. "Got quite the fever running Steve." She observed.
"I feel not so hot." Steve mumbled, playing with his blanket. "Like I'm gonna cough up my lungs." He shuddered at the thought of that. Nat laughed at this.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." She assured him, walking out. Steve sighed and finished his food.
Some time, he fell asleep and woke to a loud crashing sound. Thor or Tony. He guessed, rubbing his eyes. A headache had formed, a head splitting headache. He winced each time he blinked, the light from his curtains was like torture. Standing made him dizzy but, he had to see what was wrong.
In the main space, Tony and Thor were arguing. Thor's hammer was stuck in the floor. I knew it. When they saw Steve, they froze. "Steve you're suppose to be in bed." Tony pointed out. Steve shrugged and kept a hand on the wall, the only thing keeping him upright. "Steve? You okay?" Tony asked, coming over. Steve shook his head.
"What is wrong?" Thor boomed. Steve flinched a the shouting, it made his head explode. His other hand went to his head. tony placed a hand on his shoulder. "Man of Iron, we need to take him to a healer." Thor cried stomping his foot. Steve flinched again and leaned on the wall.
"Okay Steve you really need to go back to bed." Tony looped an arm around his middle and shuffled them back, Thor trailing anxiously. Once the two of them got him in bed, Steve smiled at them.
"Thanks guys." He fell asleep again.
For two days Steve drifted in and out of sleep, he was aware once of a doctor in his room with Tony and Nat. All three of them tried to speak with him but he went out again. "High fever." Was the last thing he heard spoke. His dreams were weird, nothing making sense. His old life bled into his new, Thor and Bucky having a grand time together. It was all very strange.
Finally though, he woke up. Tony was sitting next to him, the T.V. playing softly. "Tony?" He whispered out, his voice creaking. The inventor jumped and turned to look at Steve.
"Hey look who's back from the dead." Tony grinned at him.
"What happened?" Steve asked, sitting up. It gave him vertigo and Tony helped him slide back down.
"You had this crazy high fever that the doctor said would either break by itself or kill you. We hoped for the first one." Tony explained, smirking at the last part. Steve blinked at this.
"How long have I been out?" He wondered, looking around. Everything looked the same.
"Fifty years." Tony sneered. Steve punched him and laughed.
"Yea right. Seriously though, how long?" He asked again.
"Two days Cap." Tony answered, handing him a glass of water. Steve chugged it down. "Two more days in bed for you, doctor says so." Tony stood and stretched. "I'm glad you didn't die Steve." Tony looked him straight in the eyes as he said this.
"Me too Tony, me too."