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Take care of you (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately and neglecting self care. One night, on the way to finish up some mission reports at the compound, you pass out, causing Bucky to worry…

Warnings: Angst, fluff, hinting at smut (reader teases Bucky about ‘teaching her a lesson’), majorly soft Bucky (I’m 🫠), limited use of Y/N, established relationship?, pet names for reader (baby, beautiful, gorgeous, babydoll), pet names for Bucky (bub, bubba, baby)

A/N - I am not a medical professional so if anything in this fic is medically incorrect please don’t come for me, it’s just for entertainment purposes. Also this is my first published fic so… yikes 🫣

Take care of yourselves! ❤️‍🩹

It’s Friday evening and you and Bucky are at home. You put on your shoes and make your way through the lounge. Seeing this, Bucky holds out his arm and stop you, smirking as he looks down at you.

“Where are you going, beautiful?”

“I got a bunch of mission reports to finish up at the compound, bub.” You explain, meeting his eyes, exhaustion clear behind your gaze.

Bucky searches your face, his arm remaining around your waist. “You sure you’re up for that, baby? You look worn out…” He asks, his voice thick with concern as his free hand comes up to feel your forehead for a temperature.

You sigh softly, pushing his hand away from your forehead gently. “Doesn’t matter if I’m up for it or not, Buck… it’s gotta be done.”

Bucky echoes your sigh. “I can see you’re struggling, Y/N… and that’s not like you. I know how important those reports are, but they’re not as important as you, baby.”

You hold his gaze, seeing the worry etched deep on his face and feeling guilty for being the one to cause it.

“I need to get it done, bub…”

“I know, beautiful… I just don’t like seeing you like this.” His hands come up to cup your face between them.

You force a small smile, your hands moving to hold his against your cheeks. “I’m all good, baby. I’ll get these reports done and come straight home to you, I promise.”

Bucky smiles back, knowing better than to try and win this battle. “Okay, gorgeous. Just promise me that if you get too tired, you’ll stop and come home. I don’t care how many reports there are, I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.”

You chuckle softly, pulling his hands away from your cheeks and squeezing them before letting go and tracing an ‘X’ over your chest. “Cross my heart, baby.”

He laughs lightly, leaning down to kiss your forehead before stepping back. “That’s my girl. Call me when you’re done, okay? I’ll make a start on dinner.”

You nod, moving towards the front door when your head starts to spin and everything goes black, causing you to collapse to the ground.

“Y/N!” Bucky calls out, his heart dropping to his stomach as he rushes to your side, successfully catching you before you can hit the ground too hard. He carefully picks you up in his arms and carries you to the couch, laying you down gently and checking your pulse. “Baby?”

A short while later, you come to, unsure of exactly how long you’ve been out. You stir, grumbling and groaning softly as you open your eyes, finding Bucky sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, holding a cold compress to your forehead.

He smiles down at you, his heart rate slowing, relief rushing through him as you open your eyes. “Hey, beautiful… how’re you feeling?” He asks, his voice calm and quiet.

You blink hard a couple of times before your eyes widen with worry and you sit up quickly on the couch. “The reports!”

Bucky shakes his head, placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. “The reports can wait, baby. You’re not well and you need to rest.”

“I’m fine.” You insist.

He sighs softly, gently pushing you to lie back down on the couch. “You’re not fine, Y/N.” He argues. “Your face is pale and you just passed out cold. Please, just let me help you.”

You hesitate, but relent. “Fine… but just so you know, the only reason I’m not fighting you about this is because I’m seeing three of you right now and I don’t know which one to fight with…” You mumble.

Bucky can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly at your dry humour. “You’re cute when you’re delirious.” He teases, setting the washcloth back in place on your forehead.

You turn your head slightly to face him better, concern colouring your own face. “Why’d I pass out, bub…?” You ask softly, your voice small and vulnerable.

Bucky’s expression turns serious, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he speaks. “I think it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration.” He surmises. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately, babydoll. And you haven’t been drinking or eating nearly as often as you should be...”

“You’re sounding more like my dad than my boyfriend…” You grumble, pushing the washcloth away from your forehead.

He places the washcloth aside as he chuckles softly, though his smile quickly falls. “I care about you, Y/N. And seeing you like this… it scares me.” He says, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

You catch Bucky’s hand, holding it against your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I never wanna scare you. Ever. I’ve just been so swamped and stressed out recently. I guess my self care just... took a backseat.”

His eyes soften as he looks at you, nodding in full understanding as his thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “It’s okay, beautiful. I know how hard you work, it’s one of the things I love most about you, but we need to make sure that this doesn’t happen again. Because if anything were to happen to you…” He trails off, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes welling up with tears.

You force yourself to sit up, pulling his hand away from your cheek and holding it tightly in yours, your heart breaking to see the tears in his eyes. “Hey, hey… Nothing is gonna happen to me, bubba…”

He squeezes your hand, swallowing thickly. “I just… can’t imagine my life without you in it. You mean everything to me, and I don’t wanna lose you…”

You tug on his hand, pulling him to sit beside you on the couch, your free hand coming up to cup his stubbly cheek. “Not gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.” You say with a soft smile, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I promise I’ll start taking better care of myself.”

He leans into your touch. “You’ve promised before, gorgeous, but this time, I need you to mean it.” He says, a hint of sternness mixing with his worry.

You squeeze his hand. “I swear, bub. And if I don’t stick to my promise… well I guess you’ll just have to teach me a lesson…” You smirk.

He scoffs lightly at your teasing. “I’ll hold you to that, baby.”

You chuckle. “I know you will. Now take me to bed and let me fall asleep in your arms…” You let your hand fall from his cheek, fluttering your eyelashes and pouting playfully. “Pretty please.”

“My pleasure, babydoll.” His eyes twinkle as he rises form the couch, picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and covering you over with the duvet before climbing in beside you and wrapping a protective arm around your waist. His free hand comes up to brush over your forehead, checking your temperature again. “You feeling okay?”

You settle against his chest, smiling up at him sleepily. “I’m in your arms, bubba, of course I’m okay…”

Bucky beams down at you softly, his heart swelling with warmth and affection. “That’s my girl. Just relax and get some rest. Let me take care of you.”

You exhale contentedly, letting your eyes flutter closed. “I love you.” You manage, your voice thick with exhaustion.

His heart swells at your words, his fingers tracing mindless patterns over your stomach as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “I love you too, gorgeous. Sleep tight.” He whispers, keeping a close eye on you as you drift off, remaining vigilant for a while before allowing himself to rest too.

Posted April 27th 2024

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