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Blowing your nose for the 73rd time that morning, you finally decided to take another pain killer. Although they weren't helping, you wanted some relief for your agonizing headache, and the dizzy feeling didn't help.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a text message. With a grin you pulled it out, the brightness of the screen making you wince. Opening the text from your husband, you smiled. He sent you one every hour during your work days. They were either quick little notes as in I love you or check ins.

*Hey Honey, how is your day so far?*

You dimmed the brightness of your phone before responding.

*It's good. *

You hated lying to Steve but you needed to get this paperwork filled before the end of the week. Your phone buzzed again.

*You sure? You seemed pretty out of it this morning, even Sammy was worried.*

You sighed, your 4 year old son was too much like his father. He had a great attention to detail, so he could easily tell when someone wasn't feeling their best. Much to your dismay.

*I was just extra tired.*

He responded almost immediately.

*Alright, have a good day. I love you. <3*

*I love you too. <3*

You tucked your phone back into your pocket. Your throat was scratchy and you coughed into your sleeve. It was painful for your you. Standing up, you walked to the water fountain, hopefully it would soothe your burning throat.

It didn't.

You groaned and turned to walk back. Your head pounded again and your vision went white.

When it cleared, you were on the floor, your friends/co-workers were looming over you looking worried.

"(Name), are you alright!?" Ian asked.

You shook your head, it didn't seem like you would get that paperwork done today anyways.

"I'll call your husband." Anthony informed as Mari helped you sit on one of the sleek black chairs in the hallway.

You curled up and coughed again. Even your friends had to wince at the noise.

Steve still had his S.H.I.E.L.D uniform on when he exited the elevator. Without hesitation, he scooped you up bridal style. Thanking your co-workers, he adjusted you in his arms before taking the short elevator ride down and leaving the building.

He balanced you in one arm and opened the car door and set you inside. He smoothed your hair back and kissed your forehead. Getting into the drivers seat, he made sure the car ride was smooth.

You kept your face buried in the seat. The car stopped a short time later and before you knew it, your husband was laying you down in bed, helping you pull on some more comfortable clothes.

He went into the bathroom, you could hear the faucet running. He came back with a wet washcloth and placed it on your forehead. You moaned as the cloth cooled down your skin.

"Natasha is going to drop off Sam and bring some medicine." Steve informed as he stroked your hair.

You nodded and let your eyes close, giving your body much needed rest.

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Steve shook his head at your sleeping form. He knew something was off about you this morning. Of course you wouldn't tell him, you complained that he was a worry wort.

There was a soft knock on the door, so Steve placed another kiss to your hairline before padding to the front door. Opening it, Sam jumped into his arms right away. "Daddy!" He squealed in delight. "Hey buddy." He chuckled and ruffled his hair before retuning his attention the Natasha. She had his backpack and grocery bag in her hands.

She handed then both over to Steve, telling him what she bought and things he could do to make you more comfortable. Steve tried to pay her back for the medicine but she refused. She gave Sammy a hug before leaving. She had to pick up her daughter from
tae kwon do, and grab some dinner for Clint.

Giving a quick goodbye, Steve set Sam on the kitchen counter. "How was your day bud?" He asked, pulling out Sam's school folder.

"It was good, we did lots of coloring!" He stated, swinging his legs back and forth. "That's awesome buddy." Steve replied, a fond smile on his face. He and Sam both shared a love for art. He remembered the day when you brought home finger paint. It took 5 baths just to get the clumps out of his hair and two 'Mommy and Daddy only baths' to get the paint off of you and Steve.

Sam looked around confused. "Where's mama?" Steve picked him up and settled him on his hip. "Mommy is very sick right now. So we have to be very quiet." He told him, putting a finger to his lips to enforce his point.

"Okay...can I draw?" Sam whispered. Steve nodded, in no time he had his son set up at the kitchen table with a pack of crayons and a stack of blank paper while he cleaned up around the house a bit.

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You woke up later in the day, confused for a moment, until you remembered what happened in the morning. Steve was at the base of the bed, folding laundry and Sammy was laying on his stomach, feet facing you, a clipboard in hand, drawing contently.

Steve was the first to notice you awake. Setting the basket on the floor, he walked over and kissed your cheek. A little hand tapped your side. You looked over and Sam thrusted the paper at you. "Here Mommy."

It was a drawing of Steve, Sam, and you holding hands. The picture was nicely done for a three year old. There was a rainbow behind the three of you and in big red letters he wrote 'Get well soon Mom!' Not doubt a little spelling help from his dad.

"Thank you baby, it's beautiful. We'll hand it on the fridge." You informed and kissed the top of his head. He bounced up and down happily and ran into the kitchen to most likely hang the drawing up himself.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked when Sammy returned.
"Better than I was this morning." You admitted. "Please tell me next time you are feeling sick." He pleaded, his blue eyes full of emotion. "Alright." You smiled.

For the rest of the night, you all cuddled up and watched Disney movies after Steve gave you your medicine. Sam fell asleep at the beginning of Finding Nemo. Steve put him to bed before returning. You both snuggled close and basked in the comfort of one another.

You fell asleep at the ending of Lilo and Stitch. Steve kissed your temple and pulled the blankets up to your chin, falling asleep with his arm sling around your waist and his face buried in your hair.

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Blowing your nose for the 73rd time that morning, you finally decided to take another pain killer. Although they weren't helping, you wanted some relief for your agonizing headache, and the dizzy feeling didn't help.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a text message. With a grin you pulled it out, the brightness of the screen making you wince. Opening the text from your husband, you smiled. He sent you one every hour during your work days. They were either quick little notes as in I love you or check ins.

*Hey Honey, how is your day so far?*

You dimmed the brightness of your phone before responding.

*It's good. *

You hated lying to Steve but you needed to get this paperwork filled before the end of the week. Your phone buzzed again.

*You sure? You seemed pretty out of it this morning, even Sammy was worried.*

You sighed, your 4 year old son was too much like his father. He had a great attention to detail, so he could easily tell when someone wasn't feeling their best. Much to your dismay.

*I was just extra tired.*

He responded almost immediately.

*Alright, have a good day. I love you. <3*

*I love you too. <3*

You tucked your phone back into your pocket. Your throat was scratchy and you coughed into your sleeve. It was painful for your you. Standing up, you walked to the water fountain, hopefully it would soothe your burning throat.

It didn't.

You groaned and turned to walk back. Your head pounded again and your vision went white.

When it cleared, you were on the floor, your friends/co-workers were looming over you looking worried.

"(Name), are you alright!?" Ian asked.

You shook your head, it didn't seem like you would get that paperwork done today anyways.

"I'll call your husband." Anthony informed as Mari helped you sit on one of the sleek black chairs in the hallway.

You curled up and coughed again. Even your friends had to wince at the noise.

Steve still had his S.H.I.E.L.D uniform on when he exited the elevator. Without hesitation, he scooped you up bridal style. Thanking your co-workers, he adjusted you in his arms before taking the short elevator ride down and leaving the building.

He balanced you in one arm and opened the car door and set you inside. He smoothed your hair back and kissed your forehead. Getting into the drivers seat, he made sure the car ride was smooth.

You kept your face buried in the seat. The car stopped a short time later and before you knew it, your husband was laying you down in bed, helping you pull on some more comfortable clothes.

He went into the bathroom, you could hear the faucet running. He came back with a wet washcloth and placed it on your forehead. You moaned as the cloth cooled down your skin.

"Natasha is going to drop off Sam and bring some medicine." Steve informed as he stroked your hair.

You nodded and let your eyes close, giving your body much needed rest.

_______________________________

Steve shook his head at your sleeping form. He knew something was off about you this morning. Of course you wouldn't tell him, you complained that he was a worry wort.

There was a soft knock on the door, so Steve placed another kiss to your hairline before padding to the front door. Opening it, Sam jumped into his arms right away. "Daddy!" He squealed in delight. "Hey buddy." He chuckled and ruffled his hair before retuning his attention the Natasha. She had his backpack and grocery bag in her hands.

She handed then both over to Steve, telling him what she bought and things he could do to make you more comfortable. Steve tried to pay her back for the medicine but she refused. She gave Sammy a hug before leaving. She had to pick up her daughter from
tae kwon do, and grab some dinner for Clint.

Giving a quick goodbye, Steve set Sam on the kitchen counter. "How was your day bud?" He asked, pulling out Sam's school folder.

"It was good, we did lots of coloring!" He stated, swinging his legs back and forth. "That's awesome buddy." Steve replied, a fond smile on his face. He and Sam both shared a love for art. He remembered the day when you brought home finger paint. It took 5 baths just to get the clumps out of his hair and two 'Mommy and Daddy only baths' to get the paint off of you and Steve.

Sam looked around confused. "Where's mama?" Steve picked him up and settled him on his hip. "Mommy is very sick right now. So we have to be very quiet." He told him, putting a finger to his lips to enforce his point.

"Okay...can I draw?" Sam whispered. Steve nodded, in no time he had his son set up at the kitchen table with a pack of crayons and a stack of blank paper while he cleaned up around the house a bit.

_______________________________

You woke up later in the day, confused for a moment, until you remembered what happened in the morning. Steve was at the base of the bed, folding laundry and Sammy was laying on his stomach, feet facing you, a clipboard in hand, drawing contently.

Steve was the first to notice you awake. Setting the basket on the floor, he walked over and kissed your cheek. A little hand tapped your side. You looked over and Sam thrusted the paper at you. "Here Mommy."

It was a drawing of Steve, Sam, and you holding hands. The picture was nicely done for a three year old. There was a rainbow behind the three of you and in big red letters he wrote 'Get well soon Mom!' Not doubt a little spelling help from his dad.

"Thank you baby, it's beautiful. We'll hand it on the fridge." You informed and kissed the top of his head. He bounced up and down happily and ran into the kitchen to most likely hang the drawing up himself.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked when Sammy returned.
"Better than I was this morning." You admitted. "Please tell me next time you are feeling sick." He pleaded, his blue eyes full of emotion. "Alright." You smiled.

For the rest of the night, you all cuddled up and watched Disney movies after Steve gave you your medicine. Sam fell asleep at the beginning of Finding Nemo. Steve put him to bed before returning. You both snuggled close and basked in the comfort of one another.

You fell asleep at the ending of Lilo and Stitch. Steve kissed your temple and pulled the blankets up to your chin, falling asleep with his arm sling around your waist and his face buried in your hair.