Drabbles
Various drabbles from Captain America and SPN. I own nothing. More to come
#1 Turn Away
Steve was surprised to find Bucky still in bed. “Hey, I thought we were going to the bar tonight.”
A series of dry harsh coughs answered him as the lump in the bed rolled over and sat up.
Steve took stock of his friend’s pale face, bleary eyes, and pink tipped nose. “Caught a cold?”
Bucky nodded, inhaling sharply. “Hahrehsh.” He plucked a tissue from the box next to his bed and blew his nose.
“So, I’m guessing no bar tonight.”
Bucky nodded again. “You should probably go.”
“Why?”
“Because if you stay, you’ll catch this and be down and out in two days.”
Steve stepped back. Bucky almost never pointed out Steve’s weak immune system…except to protect him. He nodded. “You need anything before I go?” he asked, knowing how rarely Bucky got sick and how ill prepared he was for the odd occasion.
Bucky shook his head. “I went out this morning. Just go home, Steve. I’ll stop over when I’m better. “
“Feel better.” Steve nodded, heading for the door and home.
#2 Tissues
“Huh-chush.” Steve instinctively clapped his hands over his nose as he did something he hadn’t done for over 70 years. Feeling another sneeze brewing, he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief that 70 years ago, would have been there. “Hehh-kehhshh.” This one he sprayed against his wrist. Seeing nothing around with which to blow his nose, he went in search of Nick, sniffling the whole way.
“What can I help you with?” Nick asked as Steve entered his office.
“I’mb looking for a handkerchief.” Steve sniffed, pressing a hand to his nose to hold back a third sneeze.
Nick gestured to the box of tissues sitting on his desk. “People don’t typically use handkerchiefs these days.” He explained as Steve hesitantly took one and pressed it to his nose.
“Hehchshhh.” Steve sneezed into the tissue and blew his nose, looking surprised. “It’s soft.” He said.
“Well, yeah.” Answered Nick. “Oh,” he said, as it dawned on him. “Tissues in the 40s weren’t as soft.”
Steve shook his head. “They made your nose sore, if I remember correctly.” He explained.
“They add lotion to them now. Are you sick?” he asked incredulously?
Steve swallowed, noticing his throat was sore. “I think so. But I haven’t been sick since before my transformation.”
“You’ve been frozen for 70 years. Your immune system probably has some catching up to do. I’ll consult with the doctors on what to do.” He reassured Steve, ushering him into the hallway. “Why don’t you take these,” he handed him the tissues, “and get some rest?” he suggested.
#3 Rain
Bucky found Steve sitting in the rain on the fire escape after another failed attempt to enlist. “Hey.”
Steve looked up, pushing damp bangs out of his eyes and handing over the 4F card. Bucky sighed, knowing his lectures were useless. Steve was determined to enlist.
“Sorry.” He offered. “Asthma again?”
Steve opened his mouth to respond. “Heh-ihshhh. Yeah.” He sniffed.
Bucky sighed. “Let’s get you inside before you catch your death.”
Steve opened his mouth to protest, that germs caused colds, not rain, but another sneeze shook his small frame. With his immune system, Bucky was probably right. Blowing his nose, he followed the other man into the apartment.
#4 Storm
A large clap of thunder followed the two men into the apartment. Bucky gestured to Steve’s couch and Steve, understanding the meaning, sat down while Bucky tossed him a towel from the bathroom. “Dry off.” He ordered.
“Hehh-ihhhshh, ihhkhht.” Steve muffled two sneezes into his handkerchief and began blotting at his hair. He avoided Bucky’s suspicious glance. “I’m fine.” He insisted. “Just chilled.”
He heard Bucky clattering around in the kitchen, heard water running and the clicking of the pilot light of the stove coming on. Coffee, Bucky was making coffee. He stifled another sneeze against his wrist and leaned back into the couch to wait for his friend.
#5 Massage (follows tissue)
Agent Nick Fury headed down the hallway to Steve’s room. He could hear the superhero coughing and sniffling through the door. “Cobe id.” Was the response to his knock on the door.
“Well, the docs are going to want to a look at you, but based on everything, it sounds like you’ve got a run of the mill every day cold.” He tossed another box of tissues on the bed. “And it sounds like you’re going to need these.”
“Hehh-CHuhhh.” Steve buried his nose in a tissue and blew, discarding the tissue in the wastebasket with the rest. “I’d forgotted what this was ligk.”
“Bless you.” He gave Steve a sympathetic smile. “Unfortunately, we can’t give you any cold medicine because your metabolism will burn right through it.”
“They hab bedicide for dis?” Steve sniffled.
“Yeah. Oh…they didn’t back then. What did you use when you got sick?” He asked, wondering if maybe something would help Steve now.
“Cough drops ad Vigks Vapor Rub. Do they still bake thad?”
“Make it? They put it in tissues. It’s gotta be worth a shot.” He left the room, leaving Steve baffled.
An hour later he was back, dropping a bag with more tissues, cough drops and vapor rub. “Thadks.” Steve told him, ripping the box of Vicks open and pulling up his shirt. He began to massage the mentholated rub into his chest and sighed, laying down on the bed. “Hehhchishh, Hehhhkishhh, Kishhshahh.” A wet nose blow followed.
“Bless you.”
“Thandks.” Steve sniffled, wetly.
Agent Fury smiled, pleased that the rub was starting to have the desired effect. “I’ll leave you to sleep this off now.”
#6 Kitten
Bucky sighed as Steve headed over to the alley with his tuna sandwich. His pale, scrawny friend had spotted the stray kitten. And of course, he had to feed it.
And of course after 2 minutes, Steve had started to sneeze.
“Hhhihshhh”
“Steve, you’re allergic to cats. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“I’m fine. “Ihhshhh. He’s hungry.”
“I think it’s a she.”
“Ihhhkishh.” Steve had his handkerchief in one hand and his sandwich in the other, smiling between sneezes as the kitten took little bites.
Bucky could only stand there as Steve sneezed and fed the kitten. Finally he heard the subtle change in Steve’s breathing he’d been waiting for. “Okay,” he said, tugging at his sleeve and pulling him up. “You’re wheezing. Time to go.”
#7 Experiment
It had been 48 hours since he had been transformed. Steve was still getting used to his new body. His new height. His new strength. It was, well, different not to be the scrawny little guy anymore. He had to admit he kind of liked it.
They had allowed him to take a walk outside while they figured out what to do with him, now that the technology was known. And a sudden rain storm had taken him by surprise.
Shivering, he made his way back to his quarters and dry clothes. As he reached for a dry shirt, a sudden sneeze shook him. “Huh-chushhh”
Surprised, he reached for his handkerchief and blew his nose. Even his sneeze had changed. It wasn’t a soft, light sneeze anymore; instead it was deeper and harsher. He still sneezed when he was chilled however; that hadn’t changed with the experiment. “Huh-Kuhshhoo.” A second sneeze followed, and he hurried up and changed into dry clothes, wrapping his blanket around himself to warm up.
#8 Candles
It was Sam and Jess’s six month anniversary when she invited him back to her apartment. Her roommate was out of town, she told him. And she promised him tonight would be worth it, worth the break from the books, even though final exams were two weeks away.
She met Sam at the door, glass of wine in her hand, kissing him warmly. “Dinner’s almost ready.” She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. Jess poured him a glass of wine as he took a seat.
She served him a dish of spaghetti, and they ate, enjoying their anniversary dinner. After dinner, Jess led him to the couch where she inserted a dvd, and dimmed the lights, instead lighting candles. For ambience, she told him. Sam laughed and kissed her, holding her hand on the couch as he settled in to watch a chick flick with her. As the movie continued, he found himself distracted by the growing itch in his sinuses. “Heh-ngxth.” He turned his head to the side and managed to stifle a quick sneeze into his shoulder, which unfortunately, did nothing to alleviate the tickle.
“Bless you.” Jess murmured, her attention rapt on the movie.
“Thanks. “ Sam sniffed and tried to go back to focusing on the movie. “Heh-nxxth, Hhehh-nnxxgshoo.” A few minutes later he was sneezing and fumbling in his pocket for ever present supply of tissues. “Hehh-nggxxt.” He blew his nose as softly as possible.
“You ok?” Jess asked.
“Finde.” Sam sniffled. “Just a few sn…oh, sh...Uhhshhhh, Hehshhuhhh, Uhshhshh.” He took a long shuddery breath and scrubbed at his eyes. “Feels ligke allergies.” He snuffled. “Did you get a dew perfube or sobetig?”
“The candles!” Jess gasped, standing up and blowing them out as Sam launched into a full blown fit on the couch. “I didn’t even think that the scented ones would set you off….”
“Id’s Shoo alrighd.” Sam got up and opened a window, letting in the cool (for California) winter air. Jess ducked into the bathroom and came back with two hot pink tablets.
“Benadryl?” she offered. “I don’t know if it’ll help…”
“Cad’t hurd.” Sam blew his nose and accepted the pills, leaning against Jess and sighing. “Sobe adiversary dis turd oud to be.”
#1 Turn Away
Steve was surprised to find Bucky still in bed. “Hey, I thought we were going to the bar tonight.”
A series of dry harsh coughs answered him as the lump in the bed rolled over and sat up.
Steve took stock of his friend’s pale face, bleary eyes, and pink tipped nose. “Caught a cold?”
Bucky nodded, inhaling sharply. “Hahrehsh.” He plucked a tissue from the box next to his bed and blew his nose.
“So, I’m guessing no bar tonight.”
Bucky nodded again. “You should probably go.”
“Why?”
“Because if you stay, you’ll catch this and be down and out in two days.”
Steve stepped back. Bucky almost never pointed out Steve’s weak immune system…except to protect him. He nodded. “You need anything before I go?” he asked, knowing how rarely Bucky got sick and how ill prepared he was for the odd occasion.
Bucky shook his head. “I went out this morning. Just go home, Steve. I’ll stop over when I’m better. “
“Feel better.” Steve nodded, heading for the door and home.
#2 Tissues
“Huh-chush.” Steve instinctively clapped his hands over his nose as he did something he hadn’t done for over 70 years. Feeling another sneeze brewing, he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief that 70 years ago, would have been there. “Hehh-kehhshh.” This one he sprayed against his wrist. Seeing nothing around with which to blow his nose, he went in search of Nick, sniffling the whole way.
“What can I help you with?” Nick asked as Steve entered his office.
“I’mb looking for a handkerchief.” Steve sniffed, pressing a hand to his nose to hold back a third sneeze.
Nick gestured to the box of tissues sitting on his desk. “People don’t typically use handkerchiefs these days.” He explained as Steve hesitantly took one and pressed it to his nose.
“Hehchshhh.” Steve sneezed into the tissue and blew his nose, looking surprised. “It’s soft.” He said.
“Well, yeah.” Answered Nick. “Oh,” he said, as it dawned on him. “Tissues in the 40s weren’t as soft.”
Steve shook his head. “They made your nose sore, if I remember correctly.” He explained.
“They add lotion to them now. Are you sick?” he asked incredulously?
Steve swallowed, noticing his throat was sore. “I think so. But I haven’t been sick since before my transformation.”
“You’ve been frozen for 70 years. Your immune system probably has some catching up to do. I’ll consult with the doctors on what to do.” He reassured Steve, ushering him into the hallway. “Why don’t you take these,” he handed him the tissues, “and get some rest?” he suggested.
#3 Rain
Bucky found Steve sitting in the rain on the fire escape after another failed attempt to enlist. “Hey.”
Steve looked up, pushing damp bangs out of his eyes and handing over the 4F card. Bucky sighed, knowing his lectures were useless. Steve was determined to enlist.
“Sorry.” He offered. “Asthma again?”
Steve opened his mouth to respond. “Heh-ihshhh. Yeah.” He sniffed.
Bucky sighed. “Let’s get you inside before you catch your death.”
Steve opened his mouth to protest, that germs caused colds, not rain, but another sneeze shook his small frame. With his immune system, Bucky was probably right. Blowing his nose, he followed the other man into the apartment.
#4 Storm
A large clap of thunder followed the two men into the apartment. Bucky gestured to Steve’s couch and Steve, understanding the meaning, sat down while Bucky tossed him a towel from the bathroom. “Dry off.” He ordered.
“Hehh-ihhhshh, ihhkhht.” Steve muffled two sneezes into his handkerchief and began blotting at his hair. He avoided Bucky’s suspicious glance. “I’m fine.” He insisted. “Just chilled.”
He heard Bucky clattering around in the kitchen, heard water running and the clicking of the pilot light of the stove coming on. Coffee, Bucky was making coffee. He stifled another sneeze against his wrist and leaned back into the couch to wait for his friend.
#5 Massage (follows tissue)
Agent Nick Fury headed down the hallway to Steve’s room. He could hear the superhero coughing and sniffling through the door. “Cobe id.” Was the response to his knock on the door.
“Well, the docs are going to want to a look at you, but based on everything, it sounds like you’ve got a run of the mill every day cold.” He tossed another box of tissues on the bed. “And it sounds like you’re going to need these.”
“Hehh-CHuhhh.” Steve buried his nose in a tissue and blew, discarding the tissue in the wastebasket with the rest. “I’d forgotted what this was ligk.”
“Bless you.” He gave Steve a sympathetic smile. “Unfortunately, we can’t give you any cold medicine because your metabolism will burn right through it.”
“They hab bedicide for dis?” Steve sniffled.
“Yeah. Oh…they didn’t back then. What did you use when you got sick?” He asked, wondering if maybe something would help Steve now.
“Cough drops ad Vigks Vapor Rub. Do they still bake thad?”
“Make it? They put it in tissues. It’s gotta be worth a shot.” He left the room, leaving Steve baffled.
An hour later he was back, dropping a bag with more tissues, cough drops and vapor rub. “Thadks.” Steve told him, ripping the box of Vicks open and pulling up his shirt. He began to massage the mentholated rub into his chest and sighed, laying down on the bed. “Hehhchishh, Hehhhkishhh, Kishhshahh.” A wet nose blow followed.
“Bless you.”
“Thandks.” Steve sniffled, wetly.
Agent Fury smiled, pleased that the rub was starting to have the desired effect. “I’ll leave you to sleep this off now.”
#6 Kitten
Bucky sighed as Steve headed over to the alley with his tuna sandwich. His pale, scrawny friend had spotted the stray kitten. And of course, he had to feed it.
And of course after 2 minutes, Steve had started to sneeze.
“Hhhihshhh”
“Steve, you’re allergic to cats. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“I’m fine. “Ihhshhh. He’s hungry.”
“I think it’s a she.”
“Ihhhkishh.” Steve had his handkerchief in one hand and his sandwich in the other, smiling between sneezes as the kitten took little bites.
Bucky could only stand there as Steve sneezed and fed the kitten. Finally he heard the subtle change in Steve’s breathing he’d been waiting for. “Okay,” he said, tugging at his sleeve and pulling him up. “You’re wheezing. Time to go.”
#7 Experiment
It had been 48 hours since he had been transformed. Steve was still getting used to his new body. His new height. His new strength. It was, well, different not to be the scrawny little guy anymore. He had to admit he kind of liked it.
They had allowed him to take a walk outside while they figured out what to do with him, now that the technology was known. And a sudden rain storm had taken him by surprise.
Shivering, he made his way back to his quarters and dry clothes. As he reached for a dry shirt, a sudden sneeze shook him. “Huh-chushhh”
Surprised, he reached for his handkerchief and blew his nose. Even his sneeze had changed. It wasn’t a soft, light sneeze anymore; instead it was deeper and harsher. He still sneezed when he was chilled however; that hadn’t changed with the experiment. “Huh-Kuhshhoo.” A second sneeze followed, and he hurried up and changed into dry clothes, wrapping his blanket around himself to warm up.
#8 Candles
It was Sam and Jess’s six month anniversary when she invited him back to her apartment. Her roommate was out of town, she told him. And she promised him tonight would be worth it, worth the break from the books, even though final exams were two weeks away.
She met Sam at the door, glass of wine in her hand, kissing him warmly. “Dinner’s almost ready.” She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. Jess poured him a glass of wine as he took a seat.
She served him a dish of spaghetti, and they ate, enjoying their anniversary dinner. After dinner, Jess led him to the couch where she inserted a dvd, and dimmed the lights, instead lighting candles. For ambience, she told him. Sam laughed and kissed her, holding her hand on the couch as he settled in to watch a chick flick with her. As the movie continued, he found himself distracted by the growing itch in his sinuses. “Heh-ngxth.” He turned his head to the side and managed to stifle a quick sneeze into his shoulder, which unfortunately, did nothing to alleviate the tickle.
“Bless you.” Jess murmured, her attention rapt on the movie.
“Thanks. “ Sam sniffed and tried to go back to focusing on the movie. “Heh-nxxth, Hhehh-nnxxgshoo.” A few minutes later he was sneezing and fumbling in his pocket for ever present supply of tissues. “Hehh-nggxxt.” He blew his nose as softly as possible.
“You ok?” Jess asked.
“Finde.” Sam sniffled. “Just a few sn…oh, sh...Uhhshhhh, Hehshhuhhh, Uhshhshh.” He took a long shuddery breath and scrubbed at his eyes. “Feels ligke allergies.” He snuffled. “Did you get a dew perfube or sobetig?”
“The candles!” Jess gasped, standing up and blowing them out as Sam launched into a full blown fit on the couch. “I didn’t even think that the scented ones would set you off….”
“Id’s Shoo alrighd.” Sam got up and opened a window, letting in the cool (for California) winter air. Jess ducked into the bathroom and came back with two hot pink tablets.
“Benadryl?” she offered. “I don’t know if it’ll help…”
“Cad’t hurd.” Sam blew his nose and accepted the pills, leaning against Jess and sighing. “Sobe adiversary dis turd oud to be.”