footsorepenny

        Lying face down in your bed, you pressed your aching head against your soft pillow and quietly moaned in pain. In addition to a terrible headache, your joints ached and your sinuses were clogged. Breathing through your nose was impossible, but breathing through your mouth burned your throat. No matter what position you were in, you couldn't get comfortable, meaning sleeping was completely out of the question. Though you knew full well that you weren't supposed to leave your room after nightfall, you couldn't take the throbbing in your head anymore. Moving slowly, so as not to wake up your roommate, you crept out of bed and slipped on

Bucky remained in his seat. "Steve, I can feel you worrying," Bucky rolled his eyes and glanced at his old friend, "We'll be just fine. Besides, she was abandoned. When (Name) get's older she'll need someone who can relate to that." Sam raised an eyebrow. "You named her already?" Bucky shrugged and walked over to Tony who was holding the child. The millionaires eyes were the size of saucers. "Don't act so surprised," Bucky scoffed, "I practically raised Mr. America over there."    Steve gave everyone a sheepish grin.  Bucky took the child in his arms. "I was quite the parent back in the day," he smiled down at the infant. Using his metal ar