Tumblr Writing Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP is sick. Person B has to spend hours cajoling them into lying down. For OT3, imagine Person C gets fed up with this and grabs Person A to physically throw them into bed.

It's not that Darcy was hiding...

Okay, maybe she was but she had a perfectly good reason for it. She was sick… again. Sometimes being the only non-super-serum'd person in a relationship with two super-soldiers seriously sucked. Sure she had big strong guys to open jars for her and tall people to reach the dishes on the top shelf but they also came with mother-hen tendencies and overbearing and overprotective streaks. So she may have (at the current point in time and for the past week) been actively avoiding her boys.

It hadn't been hard at first. Steve and Bucky had been on a mission when she felt that first fateful tickle in her throat. So she did what any good workaholic would do and ignored it. Her reprieve hadn't lasted long though because they came back two days later, just as Darcy was starting to show signs of being sick. JARVIS, the peach that he was, had alerted Darcy to their return just in time for her to see them step off the elevator. She had visibly blanched and took off in the opposite direction. Pausing only to give them a brief smile and a wave before she was gone.

Darcy had sent them a quick text apologizing and saying she was super busy with work stuffs and that she would see them later. Which had seemed to pacify them for a day but after that they had come looking for her. The first time they popped into the lab unannounced she had barely had time to get out the back door. It was lucky she hadn't had her ear buds in and had heard them bickering in the hallway before they entered. After that she had JARVIS set an alarm on her phone that went off anytime they were within close proximity. So far it had worked like a charm.

The only real problem she was having in avoiding her boys was when it came time to turn in for the night. Darcy was a cuddler. Which meant she spent most nights snuggled up to at least one of her boys, if not both. So not coming by at night was suspicious. She had taken to claiming exhaustion after working late hours. It was a weak excuse and she knew it but it was all she had. It was just lucky for her that she still had her own place (though not for their lack of trying. She just needed her own space and three people living under one roof seemed a little cramped to her is all...) Nonetheless, that's how her week had been going. Sure she was avoiding phone calls and keeping to text because her voice was gravelly. And sure she was ducking and covering every time the boys she loved showed up, but what else was she supposed to do? If they got their hands on her she was done for! It was really for the best… or at least that's what she kept telling herself.

And so, Darcy was currently curled up on her sofa in her most lived in sweats with a blanket around her shoulders. Trying to get some work done before it was feeding time for the science bro's and bra, respectively. She was feeling the worst she had felt all week and was pretty sure she was full blown contagious. She didn't trust herself not to make Tony or Jane sick (she was pretty sure Bruce didn't get sick anymore) so it was solitary confinement for her.

That's when they found her.

A loud banging on her apartment door startled her. Tossing her papers she dove behind the couch in a move Bucky would have been proud of. Even though there was a wall between them, somehow, in her mind, they might be able to see through it. So it was best to duck and cover.

"Darcy open up." Bucky barked through the door. Apparently they had, had enough of her games. She didn't move. She was pretty sure their x-ray vision (which somehow couldn't see through the couch she was hiding behind) was based on movement.

"Darce, JARVIS already told us you were in there." Steve's voice sounded worried even from the other side of the door.

"Traitor." She snapped raising a fist into the air and then dissolving into a coughing fit.

"I am sorry Miss Darcy but it is my job to look after the well being of all the Avengers." The AI replied on an even keel.

"I'm not an Avenger." She argued with the disembodied voice but the point was moot.

"You are by association." JARVIS responded causing Darcy to deflate.

"Darcy we can hear you." She didn't even need to see Steve face to know he was exasperated with her.

"Damn these freakishly thin walls and super soldier hearing." Darcy grumbled. "I'm not home." She called out in an attempt to dissuade them.

"Doll, you have three seconds to open this door before I break it down." Bucky growled causing Darcy to pale.

He wouldn't…

He would!

Falling over her couch she stumbled to her door and yanked it open.

"What!" She snapped.

"Why are you avoid-" Steve stopped mid sentence at the sight of her. "Oh." He finished lamely.

"Well don't you look… lovely." Bucky said giving her a once over and taking in her sallow skin and dark circles. He leant against the door frame in case she decided to slam it shut.

"You're sick." Stated Steve pulling up his sleeve and resting his wrist on her burning forehead.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." Darcy sulked, she had been doing so well.

"I wish you'd have just told us. We could have taken care of you." He admonished causing her to roll her eyes. That was exactly what she was trying to avoid. She was a big girl, she could take care of herself, besides she had things to do.

"Alright, get into bed." Bucky ushered her into the apartment.

"No, it's almost time for me to make sure the scientifically inclined trio feed and water themselves." Darcy said pushing against Bucky, not that it did much. She was even weaker then normal which only made him seem like even more of an immovable force then normal.

"They can look after themselves until you're better." Steve reasoned with her.

"No, they really can't." She shot back with a huff. Bucky gave a dramatic sigh and then swooped down on her. Lifting her with ease and cradling her like a child he walked toward her room.

"I'm sick! You're not allowed to manhandle me!" Darcy whined in an undignified manner. It was pretty hard to be dignified when you were being carried like an infant.

"I am if it's for your own good." He said lightly while depositing her onto the mattress. "Bed," he grunted "stay in it." Bucky pointed at Steve. "You, make sure she stays in it. I'll start on the soup." He ordered and Steve straightened. Darcy cocked her head to the side and couldn't help but think it must have been weird for Steve to be the one taking orders instead of giving them.

"When that's done I'll head to the store and get some cold medicine while you feed her." Steve nodded.

"Good thinking." Agreed Bucky as he walked out of her room and into her modest kitchen.

"I'm right here guys." She moaned, annoyed that they were talking about her as if she wasn't.

"And that's where you'll stay too." Said Steve laying down beside her and tucking her into his side. He rubbed small circles down her arm and she felt her resolve slipping away. There was no way she was going to get any work done now. One of them would be with her at all times until she was better or they got called to assemble.

"Can I at least have my phone?" Darcy asked hopefully.

"No." Steve said in his Captain America voice.

Darcy sighed and laid her head on his chest sniffling pitifully. She really did feel awful. He ran his fingers through her hair and she gave in.

Let the mothering begin.

A.N: Still trying to overcome some writers block. So another fic for you all.