A Day Off (Avengers)

[SuperWhoWolfImmortals]

There are multiple fandoms mentioned (only ones I'm in) An Avengers fic, with the newest members. And yes, Bucky is part of them now, not a villain. Your argument is invalid, because he's adorable . I dont necessarily ship Stucky, but their friendship is adorable (like Steve is a kitten and Bucky is an adult cat, because big cats normally don't show excitement or anything even though they secretly enjoy being around you)

Summary: The Avengers are passing around a bug. 

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Bucky woke up to an annoying tickle in his nose. He rubbed his nose with his index finger and sniffled. Rubbing only made it worse. His wiggled his nose and pink-tinged nostrils flared. Bucky drew in a breath and cupped his hands to his face. 

Hehh.. He'ISHoo! Eh.. Hep'TCHOO! ISHOO! 

He groaned and scrubbed at his nose. Someone knocked on the door.

"Hey Buck, can I come in?" Steve's voice asked.

"Yeah" Bucky replied.

Steve walked in. "I wanted to let you know, Nat's got a cold, so be aware." 

Bucky's twitching red nose told Steve that he already knew about the bug. 

He'ISHOO! Hep'TCHoo!  

Bucky sniffled. "Yeah, too late. You should probably run before you get it too."

Steve smiled grimly. "I've probably already been exposed, so it doesnt matter. Besides, someone needs to take care of you." Steve said sympathetically. He left the room and came back with a pack of tissues. Then he grabbed a book and hopped onto the bed. Bucky chuckled, but didn't stop him. 

Vision phased through the wall to Wanda's bedroom. 

"Vis, I told you. You need to use the door." She said gently. 

"Yes, I apologize. I only intended to make sure you were alright. The others appear to have contracted an illness of some sort." He responded.

Wanda smiled. "I'm alright. Thank you for telling me, I should check on them." 

"Are you not concerned about exposure to the contagion?" Vision asked. 

"Someone needs to take care of them. Some of them are very stubborn, and won't take care of themselves." Wanda said. Vision nodded, and left through the door. 

Wanda left her room towards the living room. She could hear Doctor Who playing on the TV. Once inside, she took in the scene before her. 

Natasha was sitting on one end of the couch, a grumpy expression on her face. She was buried in blankets, and Clint was sitting beside her. Banner was in the kitchen making coffee. Thor was on the other side of the couch, a confused look on his face. 

"I do not understand. Why does this strange man on the television speak like that? What is the meaning of 'Fish fingers and custard'? Why does he have an obsession with strange hats and and certain articles of clothing?" Thor asked.

"Don't ask me, it was Vision's idea." Clint responded. Wanda walked in and sat in the armchair. 

"Where are the others?" Wanda asked. 

"The green fellow is preparing a beverage for us to consume together. The star spangled man and his confusing companion are likely upstairs with the bird man. As for the whereabouts of Stark, he is most likely hiding in his room as there is an illness." Thor said. 

"That reminds me. How many people are sick?" Wanda asked.

"At the moment, it's just Nat and Bucky" Clint said. 

Natasha moaned under the pile of blankets.  "I'b dot sigk!" She said indignantly. 

Hehh.. Hep'TSCHoo! 

"Bless you," Clint said grinning, "Miss 'not sick'"

"What exactly is the illness?" Wanda asked. 

"I think it's just a bad cold," Clint said. As if to confirm his statement, Natasha sneezed again.

Ughh.. Hep'TCHI! She sniffled. 

"Alright, you need to get to bed." Clint said. She let out a whiny protest. He chuckled and picked her up in the pile of blankets, and headed towards her room. 

Upstairs, Sam, Bucky, and Steve were talking in Steve's room. 

Bucky was sitting on the bed, one leg drawn up, with a blank expression. Steve was sitting next to Bucky, leaning on his shoulder, trying to use a cellphone. Sam was messing around with Redwing. 

Bucky looked exhausted. He rubbed his nose with his hand and sniffled thickly. Instead of his winter soldier suit, he was wearing a cotton tshirt and jeans.

"Can you pass the tissues?" He asked Sam.

"No." Sam replied, with a stoic face. Then he accidentally flew Redwing out the open window, and ran downstairs to go get it. 

Steve got up and left for a minute. He came back holding a box of tissues and a mug of hot chocolate, then resumed his spot on the bed. He gave Bucky the box and the mug.

"How you feeling Buck?" Steve asked.

"Never better." He said laughing lightly, then wincing from his headache. 

"You should get some rest. It'll help." Steve said. But Bucky had a concentrated look on his face, eyebrows arched slightly upward, face scrunched up. He drew in a breath and sneezed into a tissue. 

Hehh.. Hep'TCHoo! ISHoo! 

"Bless you," Steve said. Bucky sniffled and dropped his forehead on Steves shoulder. 

"You used to be so sball ad fragile" he said congestedly. Steve smiled nodding. Bucky readjusted more comfortably, and within minutes was out like a light. 

Back downstairs, Bruce and Thor were still watching TV drinking coffee. 

"That's just not possible!! The molecular structure of a wooden box physically cannot contain more space inside than what is visible from the outside, 'alien technology' or not." Bruce said, exasperated. 

Thor just laughed a deep hearty laugh. "Your words are as foreign and peculiar as the man in the television!" Wanda giggled at their reactions. She had taken a place on the couch with Vision. He didn't understand either, but still found their reactions amusing. 

In Natasha's room, Clint held her while she lay on the bed. He had quietly turned on Supernatural on her TV, and they were watching it. She coughed slightly, with a sore throat. 

"Imagine if we showed Banner and Thor this show too. They would probably explode from confusion," Clint said smiling. 

Natasha laughed, "It's like tryidg to explaid tibe travel to a bird"

Clint laughed as he pictured that. 

Then Nat groaned as the tickle returned to her already-sensitive red nose. She scrubbed at it in vain. Her breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered shut. She turned away from Clint and sneezed.

Hehh... HE'TCHoo! ISH! Ehh.. TSCHOO! Ughh 

She sniffled and Clint handed her a tissue. "Bless you. You're adorable when your vulnerable," he said smiling. She punched him in the arm grinning. Soon, they both fell asleep with the TV still on. 

A few hours later, Thor had left the tower to meet up with Jane. Bruce turned on Sherlock. 

"Now this is something that makes sense." He muttered. Wanda suddenly stood up and walked towards her room. Vision looked up curiously. 

Hep'TChi! TChoo! 

She sneezed twice in her room. 

Great. Now I'm sick too. 

She thought to herself. She picked up a book and flopped on her bed, sighing. 

Then she heard a knock on her door. 

"Come in" she said. 

Vision opened the door hesitantly.

"Wanda, have you contracted the illness?" He asked.

"Yes, but I am fine, nothing to worry about" she responded. But before he had left, her body betrayed her. 

Hep'TChoo! She tried to stifle a sneeze. 

"I believe 'bless you' is the proper response," he said. Then he turned and levitated away. 

A few minutes later, she smelled something delicious. She slowly made her way to the kitchen to investigate. Vision was at the stove, stirring something in a saucepan. When he saw her, he handed her a bowl of the mixture. 

"Paprikash!" She said smiling warmly. "Thank you, Vis." 

"Yes, well, I recalled that you enjoy this dish, and you've taught me how to make it properly." He said smiling. "I believe when someone is ill, a good treatment is a warm dish or beverage." 

"That's right. This is perfect Vis." Wanda said. After she was done eating, her eyelids drooped, and she rested her head on the counter. 

Vision gently lifted her up and flew with her to her room. He lay her on the bed and tucked her blanket around her. Then he left through the wall to clean up in the kitchen. 

The next day, the ill ones were feeling a great deal better. Wanda slept almost to noon. Bucky and Steve sat on the couch drinking coffee. Bucky set his cup down on the table and grabbed a tissue. 

HepTCHoo! He'ISHOO! 

"Bless you," Steve said. Throughout the rest of the day, they were only interrupted by Bucky's occasional sneezing.

Natasha was back to her usual self, but Clint had caught it from her.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you," Natasha said, and tapped red his nose.

"Ugh, Nat! Dodt... Hehh.. Dodt do that, my dose tuhh.. tickles so bad alre... HEP'TISHU! Already." He sniffled miserably.

Natasha laughed. "Sorry. But 'your adorable when your vulnerable'" she said, making quotation marks with her fingers. He pouted.

His face contorted into a pre-sneeze expression again. His breath hitched, and he brought his hands to his face.

Ehh.. Huh.. HEP'TISCHOO! ISHOO! Hehh... He'ISH!

"Bless" Nat said. 

"Does anyone know what happened to Sam?" Wanda asked.

Steve said "He called and said he's helping a friend with something." 

Glad I finally figured out how to use the cellphone, Steve thought.

Tony ran into the kitchen, grabbed a mug of coffee, and ran out yelling "Germs Germs Germs Germs" 

The others laughed as he flew by. 

[AngelEyes]

This cute. I love the confusion over Dr Who!

[TouchOfGrey]

How did I miss this?? Lovely!