[It's been setting in slowly. Bucky knows about the outbreak by now, but his symptoms came on so gradually he's still not entirely convinced it's the same thing. Still, it's getting harder to hide that the virus is progressing, his symptoms worsening. It felt like a great feat of strength to get out of bed and drag himself to the corner store near the renovated warehouse building he shares with Steve, where he proceeded to pretty much sample the entire medicine section. His grocery bag is full of cough syrup, OTC painkillers, fever reducer, anti-nausea medication, antihistamines, basically whatever shot in the dark he thought might help.
He's surprised when he comes across his alternate self slumped on the sidewalk, looking miserable. Surprised to find him in the city at all.] You look like shit. [He rasps in a voice gone hoarse. Never mind that Bucky looks pretty shitty himself - red-nosed, eyes ringed in exhausted dark circles, and a little ruddy from the fever.]
iv part two
He's surprised when he comes across his alternate self slumped on the sidewalk, looking miserable. Surprised to find him in the city at all.] You look like shit. [He rasps in a voice gone hoarse. Never mind that Bucky looks pretty shitty himself - red-nosed, eyes ringed in exhausted dark circles, and a little ruddy from the fever.]