Warning(s): Le cursing🥳

Note(s): This request was a little hard to wrap my head around. Given some detail, I decided to add my own twist to it so that I could really give a story out of this. I hope you guys like this.

Pairing(s): StevexM!Reader; NatxM!Reader
Proofread: ...To an extent

Word Count: 1300 Words
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First Person Point of View (Yours)
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I was laying in my bed, sick again. Fuck this immune system. It hurt so much to move and I couldn't stop vomiting. The dry heaves were the worse. I tried to sit up to get a glass of water, but as soon as I move my neck, my head falls backwards and crashes into the tower of pillows which were supporting my ill body.

I groaned softly as the clash occurs. I look at the tv which was across from me. I stayed quiet and just stared at the screen with the blank expression. It was off and the remote was on the nightstand beside me.

I blinked and sniffled. It felt like my nose was deprived of all of it's rights to breathe happily and do what all the other noses were doing. Like a little kid being grounded and watching all of it's friends play outside, that what it felt like to be the only one sick in the MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER!

There was a knock. Little thuds against my door. I was too sick to move and it hurt to the core to speak. All I could do is lay there, breathe, blink and occasionally move my finger.

There was Steve. He walked in with a tray. He frowned as he saw me laying there all sick. "I brought you soup.." He said softly. "If you don't want to eat, that's okay. You have to take your medicine, though, Bruce insists." He said.

I groaned softly, "O-Okay." I whined in pain. I stayed there and didn't make things easier for the man who was trying to help me.

"Would you feel better if Nat helped?" He asked.

All I could do is pout in agony. Every-fucking-thing hurt. I suddenly started coughing, it went from minor coughs to a coughing fit. It caused me to sit up at a rapid pace, there I was, sitting up.

Steve moved the pillows so I could sit there. I leaned back against the pillows and I was more comfortable this way. "Thank you.." I said in a hoarse voice.

"You're welcome." Steve smiled softly and got a cold towel and put it against my head, he noticed that I was sweating. I shivered from the cold sensation overpowering my body when he did this. The sight of my shivering body caused him to pull away.

I looked down at the food. Fuck, I was hungry. I stayed there, still, not doing anything. I breathed in the delightful smell of the food and sighed softly as I knew the soup would not stay down even if I tried.

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It took my two weeks to get over the horrible and paralyzing sickness. It was awful, but I made it. I was now in the training room talking to Nat.

"You should go ask him out." She smirked softly and nudged my arm a bit as she wrapped her left hand in a medical bandage.

"I don't know.." I said as I looked down. "What if he's not interested or worse..straight." I mumbled.

"He's gay..all the way." Nat reassured me. "Plus." She looked up from her hand and looked up at me. "He nursed you when you were sick, the whole time. He was really worried for you, Y/N." She said.

"Yeah. Maybe he felt some responsibility for me or something." I mumbled. I always had a bad habit of doubting myself and not recognizing my self worth.

Nat groaned softly. "I'll take care of this." She walked out. "Nat, no!" I yelled after her, but it was too late.

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Steve's Point of View
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"You should go tell Y/N how to feel, man." Sam said as he bit into his sandwich then sipped his drink right afterwards. He looked at me and wiped his mouth. "Or do I have to do it for you?" He joked.

I blushed madly, "No! Please don't." I chuckled softly. "I've got this. I'm an adult."

"You have been for centuries." He started to chuckle to himself.

"You think you're so funny." I chuckled softly myself.

"Actually," He started, "I do. I really do. I crack myself up." He continue to chuckle as he finished his sandwich. He looked down at his phone as it started to light up. He grabbed it and read the message that appeared on it's screen. "I gotta go." He told me. "See you later, man." He got up and left after I told him 'goodbye'.

I looked down at my phone and saw that Y/N texted me. I smiled softly and looked at the message. I liked Y/N, but I didn't know how to express my emotions towards him. I know he appreciated all of the sweet gestures I did for him while he was sick, but there will always be doubt. I don't know. Usually I'm not like this, there's just always something about Y/N that makes him different. In a good way!

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Nat's Point of View
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"That's a great idea, Wilson." I smirked softly as I critiqued Sam's plan on how to trap- on how to make Y/N and Steve- on how to make our friends realize they were falling in love! Yea, that's a good way to put it.

"I'll text him right now that there's an emergency." I mumbled and started texting Y/N. I waited for a while as I saw the text bubble with the three dots alternating in shades of grey appear. I smirked.

"Ok." Was the text I got, not very exciting to see, but at least I know he's coming. Sam and K waited behind a pillar and saw both of them rush in.

Y/N started to walk around the room, examining it. Steve did the same. Y/N found nothing and went back to report to Steve. "I found nothing." His voice echoed off the walls of the room.

"Same." Steve sighed, "Sam texted me saying it was an emergency." He had his hands on his hips and a confused expression plastered on his face.

"Nat...texted me as well saying it was an emergency. Shit!" Y/N cried out and hid his blushing face.

Steve walked over to him, worried. "What's wrong?" He asked the man softly and tried to move his hands, but Y/N was strong and stubborn.

Y/N kept his hands there and sighed in frustration. "I fucking like you, Rogers." He mumbled softly, "Nat's been trying to get me to admit it..well I fucking admit it."

Steve stood there, he was quiet. He was taking it all in. He looked as if he were in a dream, it was hard to decipher whether the dream was good or bad.

"I like you too, Y/N." Is all the man said before the room fell silent.

"Well...what are we going to do?" Y/N asked as he moved his hands to look up at Steve.

"We can go on a date." Steve chuckled.

"What about this Friday night?" Y/N smiled softly as he asked Steve.

"Ah, I can't." Steve chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" Y/N asked confused.

"I'm going on a date." Steve said.

"Oh?" Y/N asked.

"With you." Steve chuckled and kissed his forehead.

"Remind me to kill Tony for exposing you to this humor." Y/N chuckled softly and hugged him.