steggy + 1. “Come over here and make me.”
“Come over here and make me.”
Peggy’s head popped over the back of the couch, dark curls mussed and cheeks flushed. She glowered at Steve, who stood in their kitchen, glass of water in one hand and two bright orange tablets in the other. He was grinning, which only deepened Peggy’s scowl.
“I will come over there and make you,” Peggy growled, her vision slightly blurred by the fever, her glare a little less intimidating to Steve than usual. Her ire was further undermined when she tried to push herself up, but she collapsed back into the couch cushions with a groan.
Steve meandered over to the couch, where Peggy fixed him with a nasty look. He placed a gentle hand on her forehead, and she leaned into his touch.
“I’m sorry I can’t suffer through this with you, but there’s no need to swear at me like that. Also I think at least two of the things you described are physically impossible.”
“That’s what you think,” she retorted, swallowing the cold medicine with great disdain. “I’ll have you know that I am capable of a great many things others would describe as impossible.”
“I never doubted that,” Steve replied in a tone that would have made Peggy melt into him on any other day. He gently lifted her head and dropped onto the couch, placing her head back on top of his thigh. One hand threaded through her damp curls while the other used the remote to scroll through their Netflix queue. “Do you want to watch anything in particular?”
Peggy hummed appreciatively as he massaged her scalp, his warm fingers the perfect antidote to her persistent headache. When she didn’t answer, too busy relaxing into his touch, Steve chuckled. “Peggy?”
She heaved a sigh, as if any interruption was the height of inconvenience. “Something boring, so I can sleep. Like one of those Mission Impossible movies.”
Steve shook his head as he made the selection. “You know, most people find those movies exciting.”
Peggy snorted and then winced at the pressure on her sinuses. “We are not most people, darling. The IMF–which is a ridiculous name, by the way–is child’s play compared to SHIELD.”
“Oh, and SHIELD doesn’t have a ridiculous name?”
“Well, I had nothing to do with that.”
Steve burst out laughing, and Peggy made a plaintive noise as he jostled her, reigniting all of her aching joints. “Sorry, Peg, but I can’t believe–”
“Hush,” Peggy commanded, blindly patting his face until she found his mouth, which she covered with her palm until he quieted. “You’re distracting me. I’m trying to watch the film.”
“Oh, excuse me.”
They watched the screen for a little while before Peggy, words curling around a large yawn, said, “I’m still mad at you.”
“I know,” Steve sighed, his free hand gently tracing Peggy’s spine. “Tell you what, if you feel better after your nap, you can kiss me as much as you want. See if those germs will stick.”
Her only reply was a gentle snore.