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Bucky skipped around advanced physics books, torn pages of notebooks and 3D printer material. Damn, the mess was worse than usual. But then again, Tony was sick - his own fault, really, and he had waited to feel really bad to call for help - so he had an excuse.
Speaking of the devil…. His friend was on the couch, burried under a blanket and watching some dumb TV show. He must really feel like shit then.
“Scoot over,” he said, waiting for Tony to move a bit. When his friend complied, he put the soup on the coffee table then the paper bag containing some over the counter medicine. He then gave the appropriate amount to Tony, who thankfully had thought about hydration and had a water bottle next to him.
“For a genius, you’re a bit dumb sometimes.”