Title: boat.
Fandom: MCU—WandaVision/The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
Characters: Wanda, Bucky, Sam; Wanda/Bucky.
Prompt: Medicine.
Rating: PG.
Length: 1.1k.
Content warnings: No spoilers for either canon tbh.
Author’s notes: Set somewhere post TFATWS and WandaVision. General spoilers for both shows.
Summary: Wanda denies she has the flu.


"You sure you’re going to be okay going on Sam’s boat?" Bucky ducks his head closer to her, the tip of his nose almost brushing against her cheek. Wanda flushes, knowing that he’ll think the pink tinge to her cheeks is from her alleged case of the common cold.

Bucky brushes his Vibranium fingers against her elbow, slowing down his pace immediately as they walk along the fisherman’s wharf. She can feel the worry vibrate off of him. It’s nice to be worried about, even though she insists that she’s fine.

Pressing the side of her index finger against the tip of her nose, Wanda bows her head. She nods, humming in the affirmative. Once she quietly disintegrates that sneeze, she does her best to sniff quietly.

Looking up at him with a smile, she nods again. "Yes," she says, Sokovian accent thick. Bucky’s brows furrow together; she can feel the disbelief radiate off of him like the sun’s warmth. "I’m fine, Bucky," she says with a bigger smile.

Brushing her fingers against his Vibranium arm seems to be a big mistake: she tilts her head to the side opposite him and sneezes loudly.

"Okay, no, no, no." He stops walking, causing her to turn on the spot to face him. He shakes his head. "Nope. You’re going home, come on."

Wanda sighs heavily, keeping her feet still and solid against the ground. Bucky twists around, ready to walk back to Sarah’s, but at the lack of her feet gliding along the pier’s pavement, he twists to look at her. He gives her a stern look.

"I promised him I’d go on his boat," she says with a purposeful pout. "He thinks I believe he is a poor captain."

"That’s because he is. He thinks this is a goddamn pirate ship."

She smiles. "I’m fine. It’s just… allergies."

"Uh huh." Crossing his arms against his chest, he takes a step closer to her. "And it was just allergies two days ago when you were complaining of a sore throat and turning our burger dinner into a freaking pot roast. Don’t think I believe you when you say it’s gone. You’ve been laughing far less at Sam’s jokes and you and I both know you think he’s funny."

"Please," she says with a beaming smile, knowing she can win him over with that mere shape on her mouth than any logic she can present. "Let’s go. I promise to laugh at your jokes instead."

Regarding her with a sharp gaze, he looks her over from her ankle boots to her jeans and the jacket she wears. She’s as snug as a bug that’s about to get into a very bumpy rug. She knows that she hasn’t convinced him at all. "Okay," he says after a long moment. "Only because you’re giving me those doe eyes."

Wanda smiles. Holding in another sneeze as best she can, she makes a noise in her throat. Bucky’s arm loops through hers as he walks at her slower pace along the pier. She waves at a few of the men and women who are wrapping ropes around pillars and painting and washing their own boats. When she holds in a sneeze as tightly as she can, one of the dark blue boats suddenly becomes pink.

At the end of the pier is the Wilson’s boat. Lacking the golden carpet Sam had been boasting about last night, the ground is cluttered with hammers, paintbrushes, planks of wood, rope and netting.

Sam’s standing on the edge of his boat, tapping his invisible watch against his wrist. "I tell you guys to get your asses here at seven sharp and you think I mean seven-thirty. Poor form, sailors."

"No," Bucky says, shaking his head. Pulling his arm from Wanda’s, he slides it around her waist. "We’re not doing that."

Wanda chooses that time to sneeze, the netting turning into streamers that suddenly soak and stick to the damp ground.

Sam shakes his head. "Nope." Taking a step back, he drops down to the boat’s ground floor. He holds his hands up, shaking them. "Be gone, sneezing!"

Bucky sighs in annoyance. "You do realise you’re not a wizard, right?"

Brows furrowed together, Sam regards Bucky as if he’s grown two additional heads. "That’s not what my Sorting Hat quiz result said."

Bucky rolls his eyes. "Just because I refuse to take that quiz doesn’t make me a squid."

"Squib, ha!"

Wanda sniffs, brushing the back of her hand against her nose. "It’s not a sneeze," she says, brushing her hand against Bucky’s hip. She cups her hands quickly in front of her, ready to sneeze again. "False alarm."

"You know I hold great affection for you, Wanda," Sam says, hand to his chest. "But I can’t have you on my boat when you’ve got the flu."

She shakes her head and swallows hard. Looking to Bucky and realising he won’t defend her sneezing honour, she settles her gaze on Sam and gives him the best doe eye look she can muster. "I don’t have the flu."

"You got the flu," he says, shaking his head. Then he gestures at Bucky with a dismissive wave of his thumb, "If this guy was any good—"

"Hey, you try telling her to stay in bed," Bucky says, shaking his head in disbelief. "She made the bed disappear!"

Sam arches his brow at him. "Excuses, man." Looking back at Wanda, he crosses his arms against his chest. "Sorry, no Sneezy Witches allowed. I was okay with having one of the Big Three on my boat, but not a Sick Big Three."

Wanda furrows her brow. "I’m not a wizard."

"Nah, you’re a lot scarier than a wizard. You’re a witch. The Scarlet Witch. You can make delicious fluffy donuts appear out of nothing, but you can also sink this ship and send us to the Bermuda Triangle with a cough." With his hand, Sam gestures with her to step back. "Not on my boat. Sorry, again. No disrespect to the witch kind, obviously."

Wanda smiles, nodding. She releases a heavy, disappointed sigh. "Next time."

"Definitely next time," Sam says with a smile. "When you’re less sniffly and more…"

Bucky shakes his head. "You have no idea where you were going with that."

With a purse of his lips, Sam shakes his head and declares, "Nope."

Wanda turns to face Bucky and apologetically shrugs. "Sorry," she says, holding her hands together. "I was looking forward to making dolphins appear for Sam today."

"He can enjoy that another day. Come on, let’s get you back home." With his arm still around her, he gives her a little nudge to turn on the spot. Wanda sneezes again, a burst of red sweeping the clutter of Sam’s portion of the pier into a neat pile.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Sam yells, "You were going to give me dolphins? I’m cool with this now!"