Chapter Four

"Cough. Sneeze. Cough. Ugh!"

Steve's blue eyes flew open, he hadn't even been aware that he had fallen asleep, he must have dozen off when Tony started rambling about how his Iron Man suit. Frankly, Steve could barely understand what was coming out of his mouth especially when he was in science mode.

Tony was still in the same position since he had last left him. Refusing to sleep, miserable, and cranky.

He was sitting up on the bed, clutching the blanket over his shaking body, with a box of tissue near his lap.

"That's a horrible cough, Tony." Steve frowned.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Gee, what gave it away Sherlock?"

"You want some cough drops?"

"No, I don't want cough drops," he replied annoyed as if the answer should have been obvious. "I need something that will relax my throat, it's burning, like that one time when I went to Mexico and-"

"I don't want to know," Steve replied as he grabbed a water bottle, opened it and handed it to Tony. Tony frowned when he grabbed it. "Is something wrong?"

"It's not cold," Tony whined as he handed him back the water bottle. "I want something cold for my throat."

"Well, I'm not a maid service," Steve replied sarcastically as he handed him back the water bottle. "Besides you're as sick as it is, you can't be drinking cold stuff."

Tony looked like he wanted to snap at him, but felt too weak, so he just drank some of the water and relaxed back on the bed and within minutes he was fast asleep again, and not screaming bloody murder like a few hours ago.

Steve touched his forehead with the back of his head and was concern about how warm he was, his fever had certainly gone up during the last few hours. He needed medicine. But the question was, what kind of medicine?

"Jarvis, what kind of medicine does Pepper give Tony when he's sick?" he asked the AI.

"Simple cough medicine, Mr. Rogers." a small table appeared with a little red bottle. "I advice you that you give it to Mr. Stark when he wakes up, his fever has reached 103."

Steve nodded trying not to be too alarmed by Tony's high temperature. "Thanks, Jarvis."

Tony woke up three hours later and Steve was happy to reply that he didn't have any psychotic nightmares this time. "I've brought you your medicine," he pushed the bottle towards Tony.

Tony made a face. "Ew, no."

"Tony," Steve replied impatiently, arms folded across his chest. "Either you drink it or I'll force it down your throat myself."

"You wouldn't dare," he replied his voice shaking.

"Try me."

Tony stared at him for a few minutes, and then he drank some of the medicine. "Meanie." he slurred.

Steve shrugged. "Call me whatever you want. Want to watch a movie?" he asked hopefully. He was tired of sitting down.

Tony nodded. "Sure. But it has to be something after the 70's only."

Steve rummage through the DVD's. He picked one up, that had never been open before. "How about this one? Dirty Dancing. . .on second though, never mind. I can guess from the title what it's about."

"It's not actually dirty, Cap," Tony teased. "Though you might think it's is, when you see them dancing. But I promise it's PG-13 at the most."

"You promise?" he narrowed his eyes. "This isn't like Fifty Shades of Grey, right?"

"Nope," Tony held his chuckles. Over the fall he had tricked Steve into reading the first Fifty Shades of Grey book telling him it was full of "morals" and "religion" and "something he might have enjoyed like, Huckleberry Finn." Instead Steve had nearly died of embarrassment when all he got was something else totally unexpected. Tony had called him "Kinky Cap" for weeks.

The movie started with the main character, Baby doing the introduction. Tony felt relived as he watch the movie, a whole lot better that he would have felt if he was suffering alone. He kind of like the company. "Hey, Steve?"

"Yes, Tony?" Steve replied never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Never mind." he blushed. He didn't have the guts to say it. Thank you for coming to take care of me, for not leaving me alone.

-End of Chapter Four-

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