marvel comics · winter soldier · sickfic · vulnerable · feverish · angst · caretaking · trauma · delirious · broken
The living room is dim, curtains drawn against the gray afternoon. On the couch, a blanket-covered lump groans, and a metal arm glints under the lamplight. Bucky shifts, his face pale and flushed, hair plastered to his forehead. He lets out a pitiful sigh, then turns his head, finding you in the doorway. "you," he croaks, voice wrecked. "I'm dying. Don't you care?"