Requested by LiiliexLA, Natasha is sick and Steve takes care of her.

Natasha woke up at three am with Steve's arm wrapped around her torso.

She was freezing cold but still covered in sweat.

Slipping out of Steve's grasp, Natasha stepped out of the bed and winced at how sore her muscles were.

She hadn't worked out any differently then normal yesterday, she didn't understand why she was so sore.

Natasha's vision blurred and she grabbed onto the bed frame to steady herself.

Before Natasha's could regain her composer, she heard Steve sit up behind her, "Natasha?"

"Hm?" Natasha weakly replied.

He got off the bed and stood in front of her, grabbing her hips lightly to help her stable herself, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Natasha lied.

Steve frowned, "You're white as a ghost, can you stand?"

"Yes, I'm fine Steve. Really. I probably just ate something-" Natasha started, trying to stand on her own but failing. Her knees buckled and Steve reached out to catch her quickly, "-or maybe I'm a little sick." Natasha mumbled, grasping onto Steve's arms.

Steve lifted her into the bed and put the back of his hand against her forehead, "Nat you're burning up." He said, concern lacing his voice.

Natasha didn't answer, her throat was dry and she honestly didn't have the energy to speak.

"Hold still, I'm going to go see if I can find something to lower your fever." Steve said, kissing Natasha's forehead and leaving the room.

Steve came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water, medicine, and a cool washcloth.

"Nat?" Steve said quietly, kneeling besides her.

Natasha hummed in response, leaning towards Steve and closing her eyes as he dabbed lightly at her forehead with the damp cloth.

He held out the water to her and she drank it slowly. Now her stomach was beginning to hurt and drinking water did nothing to help it.

"Steve, help me get to the bathroom." Natasha said, feeling the urge to puke.

Steve hurried to his feet and carried her into the bathroom quickly, holding back Natasha's hair as she threw up.

He watched her worriedly and when she was finished, he pulled her into his lap and rubbed her hip soothingly as she closed her eyes and leaned against him.

"Can you bring me back to the bed?" Natasha asked weakly.

Steve nodded and lifted her again, carefully carrying her to their bed and laying down besides her.

He ran a hand through her hair delicately and watched her with narrowed eyes, "Natasha maybe we should bring you to the doctor..."

Natasha shook her head weakly, "I'll be fine Steve, it's probably just a virus."

Steve frowned and grabbed more covers from the chest in front of their bed when Natasha shivered.

Natasha shook her head, "If I get underneath more blankets my fever won't go down." She explained, still shivering.

Steve nodded, he wasn't very good at this kind of thing, "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Hold me?" She asked quietly, sounding more vunerable and less like herself then Steve had ever heard.

He nodded and gently put his arms around Natasha, holding her warm body close to his own. Her head fell on his chest and she closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep in hopes that she would feel less like shit when she woke up.

Steve's eyelids felt like weights but he kept his eyes open, watching Natasha and making sure she didn't get worse.

He had never seen her sick and it made him nervous.

Around six, Natasha stirred again, she took Steve's hand in her own and sighed as her head continued to throb.

Steve looked down at her with droopy eyes, "Fell any better?" He whispered.

Natasha shook her head, "Not really."

"Do you want to try and eat something?"

Natasha shook her head again and swung her legs over the bed. Steve frowned and stood up, grabbing her when she stumbled.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked, steadying her as she swayed.

Now Natasha's vision was filled with spots and the only thing she could see was Steve's concerned eyes, which were spinning around her.

"I was going to get some more water." Natasha tried to explain.

Steve frowned, "Nat you can barely stand up, why didn't you just ask me to get you some?"

Natasha let Steve help her back into the bed and shrugged, "I don't want to be a burden."

Steve shook his head, "You are far from a burden. I'll be right back with some water."

Natasha nodded weakly and felt her eyes getting droopy again.

When Steve came back into the room, she was fast asleep and her fever had gone down a bit.

He placed the water on their dresser and resumed laying besides her.

In her sleep, she rolled over and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, testing her head on Steve's shoulder.

He pulled out his phone and texted Fury that they wouldn't be coming in that day because Natasha was sick.

Thankfully, other agents were able to cover for them and it wasn't a big deal.

But when Natasha's alarm went off at eight like always, she opened her eyes and tried once again to get out of bed.

"Nat what are you doing?" Steve said, pulling her back and holding her stationary in his lap.

"Getting ready for work, we can't be late."

"You're sick."

"I'll work through it. I just need some water and a bottle of NyQuil and I'll be good to go." She said, weakly fighting to get out of Steve's grasp.

"I already called Fury and told him we wouldn't be coming in today. You can't go on a mission like this Nat."

Natasha frowned and rolled her eyes.

For the rest of the day, Natasha slept while Steve watched movies on his list, holding Natasha close to his body the whole time.

Natasha didn't excactly like being sick, but having Steve hold her and take care of her all day was definitely something she could get used to, even if she would never admit it to him.

"I love you." She whispered.

Steve smiled and kissed Natasha's forehead, "I love you too."

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