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The flu gets Sam. He’s out of commission — no Captain America duties. Bucky makes sure of it.
“You need to rest. I’ll take care of your emails. Don’t worry.”
“Sam, I’ve got chicken soup. It’ll make you feel better.”
“Love, wake up. You need to take the meds.”
“Hey, Sam. I’ll give you a sponge bath. It’ll help you cool down.”
“Do you want anything? I can run to the store.”
“Your fever’s down. Thank God!”
Sam stares at Bucky as he enters the room carrying a bowl of fruits.
“Is something wrong?” Bucky asks.
“Thank you so much, babe.”

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