You hadn't feeling ill. Illnesses were just hellish and you didn't want to have to spend the day on the sofa, unable to breath out of your nose. You had become a common mouth breather, which seemed to regularly explode with sneezes and coughing fits.

Every breath was ragged, and they only got worse when your chest decided that there was phlegm that needed to dislodge from your lungs. Every now and then you'd need to sneeze into a tissue, or attempt to not allow your coughing to turn into throwing up.

You would have liked your husband to have been home with you. It would have made you feel better to cuddle, but he need to finish up some paperwork at the avengers tower. He offered to force Natasha to do it for her, but you didn't want to have to get him sick as well, and you thought you might have got a nap in- you didn't. Napping was harder than expected when you constantly kept coughing.

After giving up on trying to sleep you put on Disney films as they did make you happy, even if you felt like you were dying.

Having watched Oliver & Company, Robin Hood and Lady and the Tramp already, you were about to start watching 101 Dalmatians but you heard the front door open.

"Y/N," he called out as he closed the door behind him.

"In the living room," you shouted in your croaky tone.

Within a few moments Clint was back in the living room smiling down at you. He gestured you to budge up. You lifted your head and upper back up weakly, letting him do the real work in lifting you slightly to allow you rest your head in his lap. Clint ran a hand through your hair as he blew you a kiss.

"I would kiss you but I don't want your lurgy, there wouldn't be anyone to take care of you if I was ill too," he grinned.

You rolled your eyes at him, reaching an arm up to nudge his cheek playfully with your aching hand.

He let out another laugh, reaching over the grab the remote control out of your hand.

"What do you think you are doing you cretin?" You angrily hissed attempting to get the remote back however you failed completely mainly because he has longer arms and you were too ill to be bothered to move.

"You can watch your Disney films after-"

You zoned out after that as it turned into sports rubbish that meant nothing to you when your head wasn't filled with illness fuzz.

"If you don't hand me the TV remote I'm going to purposely sneeze on you and get you sick," you said narrowing your eyes, moving around so that you could look him in the eyes rather than just looking up as his chin.

"You wouldn't dare," he smirked.

"Do you really want to call my bluff? You will have a trouble using your bow if you're spluttering every ten bloody seconds," you hissed as a coughing fit erupted from you.

He waited until you silenced.

He let out a sigh handing you the controller back, leading to your triumphant smile. As soon as it was back in your hand, he curled his arms back around forcing you into a hug. You snuggled your face into the crook of his neck as you turned on the film, dropping the remote onto the cushions around you.

"I love you," you whispered.

"I love you too," he chuckled holding you closer.

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Written by Charlotte.