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Angela was sick, and Zarya wasn’t quite sure how to get her to take care of herself by being gentle or patient — but that wasn’t really her style anyway.
“Angela Carmen Ziegler,” Zarya said firmly. “Get in bed now and rest.”
“But Sasha—”
“No buts!” Zarya interrupted, putting her hands on her hips. “I want you to rest up so you can be your best. You cannot do that if you are working on paperwork draining your brain power.”
Angela groaned loudly but complied, standing up. She sniffled. “Well, if I shall be resting… Can you maybe make me some tea? That will help with my sore throat.”
“Lemon and honey?” Zarya asked, wanting to make sure she didn’t put anything in there that Angela didn’t want.
“Mhm,” Angela hummed, “that would be lovely.” She started walking across the hall to their shared bedroom.
Zarya, inclining that Angela would have asked for tea, had already started the teapot with some hot water. When she got to the kitchen, all she had to do was grab a cup and everything to go in it. She hummed a song as she poured the hot water into the cup and dipped the tea bag in it before adding some lemon juice and honey, eyeballing it to see if she got a good amount.
She was glad she finally got Angela to rest… she just had to see for how long she could get her to rest. Angela always gets antsy when she isn’t doing work, but she was sick and needed to rest.
When she returned to their room with the teacup, she found Angela sitting on the edge of the bed in her pajamas.
“You changed.” Zarya said bluntly.
“I thought it would be more comfortable this way,” Angela chuckled. “I see you got me my tea.”
“Yes,” Zarya said as she placed the little plate and cup down on the bedside table. “It needs time to soak.”
“Yes, I know how tea works, Sasha,” Angela laughed softly. God, my nose feels stuffy, and my throat is so dry. " She dramatically fell back on the bed, hand on her forehead in a theatrical pose.
“So now you admit you’re sick?”
“If admitting I’m sick means a beautiful woman is taking care of me? Yes.”
“I don’t know about beautiful…” Zarya nervously chuckled, sitting down on the bed. “You’re the beauty, I’m the brawn.”
“Oh, but Sasha, I find you gorgeous,” Angela sat up.
Zarya pushed her back down. “While the tea is soaking, you lay,” she said firmly. “You need rest.”
“Okay, but don’t ignore what I said! It’s true. You are stunning.” Angela cozied herself into the pillow.
“Well, I guess I am beauty and brawn then. What are you?”
“Beauty and brains, obviously! I got my doctorate at seventeen; I’ll have you know!” Angela laughed softly.
“We are two beauties with brawn and brains,” Zarya laughed softly. “The tea should be ready if you want to sit up and have a sip.”
“Oh, yes, please.” Angela gently propped herself up, took the cup of tea, and sipped it, sighing a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sasha.”
“I am always going to take care of you, my little doe,” Zarya brushed some hair behind Angela’s ear. “Always.”
“I will do the same for you when you are sick, my rabbit,” Angela chuckled.
With that, they just sat there enjoying each other’s presence and basking in the love they had for each other. Zarya would make sure Angela rested and took care of herself, and for now, Angela seemed compliant for now.