Here’s the story!
Bucky is at the tower when Peter comes back from patrol. Pete comes down with food poisoning. He and Clint help Pete through.
@constant_bi_panic ;)
It was a long day of fighting dumb people, stopping robbies and saving cats from trees, Peter parkercwas exhausted.
“Hey Karen.” Peter calls to his AI.
“Yes Peter?” she responds.
“What time is it?”
“It is currently 11:00 pm.”
“Guess its time to head back.” he swings off toward the avengers tower. May was out of town for a few weeks so Tony invited him to stay at the tower. However Tony got called away on a Stark Industry thingy so he was away with pepper and Morgan, they decided to make it a family trip after the assignment was done. So Peter was staying with Steve, bucky, Clint and Natasha at the tower.
Peter swung into the tower. It was no surprise that they were all still up.
“Hey Mr.clint, Mr.barnes, Nat, Mr. Captian America.”
“Hey! what’s with the Mr! It’s Clint bud!” Clint says
“You can call me Steve.” Cap responds.
“It’s Bucky kid.” Says Buck as he doesn’t look up from the magazine he’s reading.
“How was Patrol Pete?” Natasha asked.
“It was good Nat, helped people, rescued some cats and also got a free hotdog, well I bought two and the third he just gave to me!” He responded.
“Hey! Why do you call her nat and the rest of us so formal?” Clint calls.
Peter doesn’t respond and Nat chuckles.
“I..I’m gonna get to bed, gotta long day of working on my suit in Mr.Starks lab and then patrol and then homework and some other randomness.” Pete says trying to escape the uncomfortable chat.
“Alright we’ll get some rest, we are around if you need anything son.” Steve responds as Peter starts to leave the room.
Once Peter gets to his room he starts to feel an uncomfortable feeling start up in his stomach.
‘man, maybe three hotdogs was a bad idea.’ He thought even tho three wasn’t typical a problem with his advanced metabolism.
Peter gets into bed and passes out into a deep sleep. However, it’s not long before an angry growl wakes Peter.
‘Huh?’ Then his stomach growls angry and he gets hit with a stomach cramp
‘Ow!’ Peter grabs curls into his stomach as the pain sears through his stomach.
FRIDAY speaks out,
“Peter’s I detect signs of distress, would you like me to get you some assistance?”
“N..no I’m ok F..Friday.” Peter stammers despite the pain growing worse.
Peter’s stomach growled angrily and Peter jumps to his feet and bolts to the toilet as the hotdogs and the rest of his dinner makes a second appearance. He grips the toilet bowl so hard he almost cracks it as he lurches forward heaving his insides out. Peter tries to breath another thick gush of hot thick rush of vomit pours out. Peter strains for a breath through the relentless vomiting.
FRIDAY calls out
“Shall I alert someone to your distress?”
“N..no.. no Friday.. I…I’ll be ok.” Peter coughs as he fights to get control of his stomach.
“As you wish but if you become unconscious or your vitals become unstable I will have to get you help.” FRIDAY reminds.
Peter doesn’t respond but coughs into the toilet. Shakily he flushes the toilet and gets to the sink and rinses his mouth.
He tries to walk but he’s grasped with another painful cramp.
Peter knew he needed some help.
“Friday?” He calls weakly as he sits on the edge of his bed.
“Yes Peter?”
“Who’s awake?”
“At this time Sargent Barnes is on the couch currently watching a documentary on tv, shall I alert him of your condition?” FRIDAY asks.
“N..o, I’ll go to him.” Peter says as he forces himself to his feet, his knees weak.
He stumbles to the living room and sees the glow of the TV, the sound low but enough that Peter’s super hearing can pick up the sounds.
“M..Mr..Mr Barnes..I.im sorry to bother you.” Peter says, his voice trembling slightly.
“Peter? What are you doing awake at 4 am?” Bucky says when he hears Peter’s voice.
“I..I don’t feel good an…and I think I need help.” He says
“You don’t feel good? What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, concern creeping into his face. Bucky gets up and meets Peter where he’s at.
“I…I threw up a..and my stomach.. it’s cramping really bad. Ahh.” Peter gasps as he’s hit with another cramp, leaning forward. Bucky immediately reaches out to grab his shoulders to make sure he doesn’t pass out.
“Here, sit down.” Bucky says as he gently guides Peter into the couch. “Do you need a bucket?” Bucky asks once Peter was sitting down.
Peter can only nod. Bucky quickly grabs a trash bin and brings it, setting it down in front of Peter. It’s only a few seconds before Peter is grabbing the can and heaving violently. Buckys metal hand rubs his back while his other hand feels for a fever.
“You’re a bit warm Pete.”
“S..sorry Mr.barnes.” Peter apologizes before another heave interrupts him.
“It’s Bucky kid, and it’s ok.”
Bucky then hears footprints coming, he looks up to see a half awake Clint.
“Is everything ok?” Clint asks as he yawns.
“Pete’s sick, I think it’s food poisoning.”
“Food poisoning? Man that sucks, cooper had it once and that was a lot of cleanup afterwards, need any help?” Clint asks as he walks over and squats down in front of Peter.
“Nah, I’m used to this, used to nurse Steve back to health before he got the serum.” Bucky responds, not taking his eyes off Peter he was panting trying to stay calm.
Clint touches his forehead.
“Low grade temp too, let me run to medbay and see if banner has any medication that could be helpful.” Clint offers as he stands up.
“Thanks Clint.” Bucky responds as feels peters forehead too.
“How you feeling Pete?” Bucky responds as Clint walks away.
“Tired… my stomach still hurts… can’t keep anything down.” Peter mumbles as he tries to lay down and Bucky gently eases Peter’s head onto his lap and without thinking he
Starts to comb his fingers through Peter’s brown curly hair. He pauses when he realizes what he’s doing but Peter speaks up
“Hm that’s nice.” Bucky chuckles a little and goes back to running his hands through his hair. After a few minutes Peter is out cold. Bucky never could imagine himself after being pardoned as the winter soldier that he would find himself apart of the avengers and caring for a sick super teen. Quiet feet approach and buck looks over to see Clint walking in with a few different medications.
“He asleep?”
Bucky responds with a nod, “ya few minutes ago, says he’s struggling to keep things down.”
“Well I found some of Steve’s meds that should work for him.” Clint responds as he puts the bottles down.
Suddenly Pete stirs.
“Peter? You ok?” Bucky asks but before Peter can respond he’s met with Peter heaving and before Peter can get away from buckys lap he violently throws up all over him. Peter, mortified and coherent, pushes himself weakly from Bucky.
“O..oh my gosh.. I..I’m so..so sorry Mr.b..Barnes I..I’ll get some towels… I..I wa..wanted to warn you..” Peter stammers as he tries to get to his feet but the minute Peter puts his full weight on his legs, they go weak, Bucky doesn’t hesitate to lunge forward grabbing his upper arm holding him. Clint immediately rushes over and grabs Peter and lowers him back onto the couch, away from the sick.
“Stay put Peter, we will clean it, the last thing you should be doing is cleaning up your own sick.” Clint says as he kneels by Peter’s leg and takes a cloth and wipes his face off.
“Let me help buck clean up and then we will get you all set and try some medications.” Clint follows up.
Peter nods, still shocked by what happened.
Clint pats his knee and gets up, Bucky is rubbing a a rag on his pants trying to clean off the sick.
“Go take a shower and throw the close in the washer machine, I’ll stay with Pete till you get back.” Clint says, not really giving Bucky a choice.
“You sure?” He asks.
“Positive, besides you probably feel gross wearing that. Trust me, try stomach flu at the Barton house, probably showered 4 times in 6 hours.” Clint says with a small chuckle.
“Ya, you’re not wrong. Thanks Clint.” With that, Bucky walks off to shower and change, his heart aching for Peter.
“I..is Mr.barnes mad.. I really didn’t mean to throw..throw up on him.” Peter says, fighting back tears.
“Hey now, no one is mad, Bucky is just gonna go get a shower and change and he will come right back. Besides, it’s not your fault that your stomach is sick,plus it’s better out than in. Do you know how many times you’ve thrown up?” Clint asks as he squats by Pete again.
“I…i don’t know.. I..I woke up with stomach cramps then rushed to the bathroom.. i think like 4 times before I went and found Bucky.”
“Hm, and it’s about three since you found Bucky. Peter do you think you can try drinking some water?” Clint asks.
“I..I don’t know.”
“Try, please?” Clint asks again as he grabs the cup of water and the trashcan.
Peter nods hesitantly but it’s not long before Peter throws up the small bit of water.
“Peter’s vitals are showing signs of dehydration, medical advice is to administer IV fluids to help regain fluid intake unit oral is unavailable.” FRIDAY rings out.
“You sure he’s bad enough for that FRIDAY?” Bucky asks as he walks back in, wearing clean clothes.
“Affirmative Sargent Barnes. Peter’s vitals are showing he’s experiencing mild dehydration which can impact his health and he won’t be able to recover fast, and this rate of vomiting he will only get worse without IV fluids.” FRIDAY responds.
“Alright kid, looks like we are taking a trip to MedBay.” Bucky says as he walks over to Peter.
“I’m sure I’ll be ok without the medbay.” Peter tries to downplay his symptoms.
“I know you think you will be, but trust me, Dehydration is no joke.” Clint responds as he offers him a hand to help him stand.
Peter tries to stand but his legs won’t hold him, he starts to fall and Clint quickly grabs him to keep him from hitting the floor. Bucky immediately steps in and picks Peter up bridle carry and starts walking to the medbay, his long legs making it easy to get there faster. Clint keeps up walking beside them. They arrive and Bucky lays Peter on an exam table. Clint goes and finds the IV kits and grabs one and some other needed supplies.
“Who do you want to do it?” Clint asks holding a pair of gloves.
“B..bucky.” Peter says quietly.
Bucky nods and takes the gloves from Clint and puts them on and makes quick work of getting the IV in. Clint adjusts the drip rate and pulls out a syringe.
“Wh..what’s that?” Peter asks a bit nervous.
“It’s a medication to help with all the nausea, plus it will also help you sleep.” Clint responds as he slowly injects it into the IV line.
Peter nods and closes his eyes.
“I’m gonna go get some things done, try to rest, If you need me just ask Friday and she will alert me.” Clint says as he pats Peter’s leg.
“Bucky?” Peter calls after Clint strolls out.
“Yes Pete?”
“A..are you gonna stay?”
“If you want me to, sure.” Bucky says as he walks up to the bed.
“Ye..yes please,’Peter ask hesitantly. ‘Unless you have something else you need to do, I’m sure I’ll be ok.” Peter adds.
“I’ve got nothing to do bud, I’ll stay as long as you need me too.” Bucky sits down by Peter. Things go quiet and Bucky looks over and Peter was quietly sleeping.
“Friday? How’s he doing?” Buckys asks quietly.
“Peter’s vitals are stable and he is hydrating nicely.” She responds just as quiet.
Meanwhile Clint finishes up the last of his new arrows and he walks back to medbay, the sight, makes him smile and laugh a little. On the medical bed, buck is passed out with Peter resting against his side using the metal arm as a pillow.
“Pss, Friday, take a picture and send it to me.” Clint whispers then leaves the room, turning the lights out.
Clint walks out
“What a great team.” And goes to the living room and turns on the Tv.
