[Steve's hand presses against his forehead, comforting and steady, before it touches his cheek. Buck starts to close his eyes, lean against the heat, then remembers belatedly he's supposed to be trying to bring the fever down and Steve runs hotter than most people. Bucky ducks his head away and levels a dirty look at him]
Gee, thanks, Steve, thought you were supposed to be cheering me up or something.
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Gee, thanks, Steve, thought you were supposed to be cheering me up or something.