Steve Rogers & Chris Evans imagines

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*imagine Chris taking care of you when your sick*

I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face I then felt my head pounding and I then had a cough attack. I sat up and Chris woke up with a jolt and ran to my side. 

"Are you okay babe?" Chris said worriedly.

"yeah... I'm okay.. I... Think.." I said between coughs. 

"your not okay, geez (y/n) you are burning up" he said putting his back of his hand on my forehead. "I'll be back" he said jogging away to the kitchen. 

I laid back down and covered my self with my fuzzy blanket.  A few minutes later Chris walked to our bedroom with some hot tea and a tray with a hot breakfast. I sat up and smiled weakly and he smiled back while placing the tray in my lap.

"Bon appétit babe" he said giving me a piece of toast with jelly on it.

"you didn't have to do all of this Chris I can do it by myself" I said chewing the delirious toast.

"babe. You are not feeling well and I want to take care of you" he said about to kiss my forehead but I stopped him by putting my hand up.

"sorry babe no kisses I don't want you to get sick too" I said giggling lightly. 

"I don't care" he said smirking and reaching over and kissing me sweetly.