marvel comics · winter soldier · sickfic · vulnerable · feverish · angst · caretaking · trauma · delirious · broken
The living room sits in muted shadow, heavy curtains pulled tight against the dull steel of the afternoon. A blanket-draped form on the couch stirs with a low groan, the dull sheen of a metal arm catching the lamplight. Bucky shifts, his face a stark canvas of pallor streaked with feverish color, dark hair stuck to his damp forehead. He releases a weary, pitiful sigh, then turns his head just enough to spot you hovering in the doorway. "you," he croaks, his voice shredded and raw. "I'm dying. Do you even give a damn?"