AGE: 18 (I know she's isn't a teen, but I can't pair her up with Bucky if she's a minor)
T/W: none, just fluff. (some mentions of gross things that happen when you're sick)
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★★★
You lie against a tower of pillows on the couch and drape your blanket over your lap before turning on the TV. You have the tradition of watching cooking shows while you're sick, so that's exactly what you plan on doing.
Your sinuses were completely congested and your throat felt raw from your constant coughing from the night before. Luckily your nose stopped running but you had to suffer through the fact you can't breathe through your nose at all.
The rest of the team were out on a mission, leaving you alone at the tower. Tony had joked that you would help in the mission by entrapping enemies with your snot. Steve quickly shut down the idea and you weren't even upset because you honestly didn't want to leave the tower.
You hated being sick. You tried your best to prevent sickness usually but sometimes sickness was inevitable.
"FRIDAY, let me know when the team arrives." You croak out, wincing at the roughness of your voice.
"Yes, ma'am." The AI responded promptly.
You were catching up on Hell's Kitchen and enjoying Gordon Ramsay's savage insults. you were so comfortable on the couch you soon begin to drift to sleep.
"The team has arrived, (Y/N)." The AI's voice jolted you from your short nap. You had remained sitting upright throughout your nap and your neck cracked as you stretched.
Your entire body ached and cracked as you stood up and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders. You could feel that you were overly warm.
"Honey, I'm home!" Tony sang out. He was already out of his suit and when he spotted you he hollered out, "No! Get back on the couch!"
You stop in your tracks and stare at him quizzically. "What? Why?" the nap didn't help your throat and you sounded like an old smoker.
"Jesus, you sound as bad as you look." You glare at him before stomping back into the living area.
Nat walks over to you and touches your forehead with the back of her palm. "Geez, you're burning up." Her face was full of worry before it turned into a sly smirk. "You should tell Barnes to make you some tea for that throat."
"I am perfectly capable of making my own tea." You defend yourself and stood up too quickly and was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness. Nat catches your shoulders and gently leads you back down to the couch.
