InsaneJournal

Spending the day with Bucky in Milan had been absolutely perfect. Sight seeing and lunch at a little cafe. And being in a time that they could be as affectionate as they wanted without fear of real repercussions made it even better. That night, he'd noticed his chest was a little tight but he just figured it was the foreign pollen in Milan that was getting to him. He took a little extra allergy medication and went to sleep.

In the morning he was having a little bit more trouble breathing, but not enough that he thought to worry Bucky about it. A hit on his inhaler and a hot shower with the eucalyptus shower gel and he was feeling a little bit better, though not much. He decided to dress in his fleece pajamas since it was a little bit cold. When that didn't help, he pulled on a robe as well before heading into the kitchen to start on breakfast. Toaster waffles was all he felt like making.