Oh Honey
summary: The reader is sick with covid, and Bucky doesn't care about risking his own health when his girlfriend isn't feeling good.
pairings: Bucky x fem!reader
warnings: talk of covid-19, talks of sickness.
A/N: This is a very short one but I currently have covid and feel like I'm dying rn :(
"Doll?" Bucky walks into your shared bedroom, squinting in the dark to see you sniffling under the blanket. He makes his way over, placing a hand on your shoulder, softly rubbing back and forth, the gesture soothing your body aches only a little.
You sniffled once again, still not being able to breathe through your nose. Bucky rubbed his flesh thumb over your lips, "You know I love your lips doll, but I think that'll help." He softly swipes some honey-based chapstick over your lips.
You hum in response, opening your eyes to see Bucky's steel blue ones gazing down at you. Softly pushing him away you groan, "Buck, you'll get sick. I-" You start to pass out mid-sentence as Bucky grabs the thermometer, placing it on your temple." After a couple seconds, it pops up 103.4. "Oh doll, We gotta go."
He moves to wrap his arms under your body, moving you with the least amount of discomfort possible. "Where are we going?" You mumble, gripping onto his metal palm. "We're gonna take a trip to the tower, doll." You shake your head, "Please, I don't want you to get sick" Bucky places you down in the passenger seat of your car, buckling you in. He smiles, placing a cold hand on your burning-hot cheek. "Oh, Honey. As long as I'm takin' care of you, I don't care about gettin' sick."
