Ma's recipe. [ Steve says agreeably as he climbs off of him to head into the kitchen. But he's poking his head out after a moment. ] Not dyin'? Tell that to your face.
[ Because Bucky looks legitimately like death warmed over, and Steve is going to mother hen the hell out of him. It takes only a few moments to scoop some still hot soup into a bowl. Snagging a spoon, he trots right out in under a minute like a brisk little chihuahua on a mission.
He dims the lights, too -- the couch is comfortable and wide enough to sleep on if needed, and Steve is going to be right there by his side, standing guard and listening for irregularities.
Bucky's done that for him all the time, and it falls to him to take care of Bucky when he needs it most. Settling next to him and making sure the bowl doesn't spill, he lightly taps his thigh. ] Sit up a little.
[ He smiles faintly. ] I'll be your nurse this evening.
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[ Because Bucky looks legitimately like death warmed over, and Steve is going to mother hen the hell out of him. It takes only a few moments to scoop some still hot soup into a bowl. Snagging a spoon, he trots right out in under a minute like a brisk little chihuahua on a mission.
He dims the lights, too -- the couch is comfortable and wide enough to sleep on if needed, and Steve is going to be right there by his side, standing guard and listening for irregularities.
Bucky's done that for him all the time, and it falls to him to take care of Bucky when he needs it most. Settling next to him and making sure the bowl doesn't spill, he lightly taps his thigh. ] Sit up a little.
[ He smiles faintly. ] I'll be your nurse this evening.