Bucky walked into your bedroom, his smile immediately dropping. “Love, what’s wrong?” He asked as he rushed to your side. You were lying on your back, eyes closed, slightly panting. Your face was pale and your fingers were shaking slightly. “Headache.” You said through gritted teeth as the nausea threatened to take over. Pain was ruling your body, stopping you from thinking straight.

Bucky’s eyes widened, looking around hectically, not knowing what to do. “Shit I-… I don’t know…” he said, desperate to help you. He pulled out his phone, his fingers flying over the screen, texting Sam. Do you know what to do against a terrible headache??

His answer came immediately. Silence, Darkness, Warmth on the head and neck. I can bring some medicine over. Bucky sighed and typed back. Yes. Thank you. He got up and pulled the curtains close, then he knelt down next to your bed and took your hand gently. “Sam is bringing some medicine over. It will be better soon, I promise.” He whispered, his thumb gently caressing over the back of your hand.