Peggy huffed, rolling her eyes once at Steve before rubbing her nose with the tissue. “I don’t need it, I’m fine. Really, all I need is a strong cup of tea and a nap, then I’ll be right as rain.” She muttered before sneezing into her tissue. It was like her body was doing everything in its power to prove her wrong, so she grudgingly reached for the medicine that Steve was holding.
“Thank you.” She muttered, swallowing it down with a long sip from the glass of water beside the bed. Steve, frankly, deserved a medal of honor for putting up with her when she was like this– Peggy knew she was quite the Scrooge when she was ill, and yet Steve didn’t waver for a moment.
Peggy was stubborn. But, fortunately - or maybe unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it - for her, Steve was equally so. No matter how she whined, how she complained, how much she fought, he persisted. It’s been years since he’s been sick, but, he still remembers how it felt. He remembered being miserable every single day of his life. He raises a brow, almost in amusement, as she sneezes, after she absolutely insists that she’s just fine. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me the first time I tell you something. I do know what I’m talking about sometimes, you know,” he teased. leaning in to kiss her head. “But, you’re welcome.” He loved her, and that’s why he took such good care of her, plain and simply.
