Steve

"Jarvis, lights to 25%." Tony spoke to his AI before slightly lifting a corner of the covers. In the middle of the bed there was a large shaking ball in the form of a super soldier. Tony squeezed his way under the covers, careful to keep the man buried underneath them.

He shuffled his way over until hi was able to rest along side the curled up man. The body was trembling, the strong muscles tensed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Steve relaxed slightly, as if he had just realized Tony was there. He shook his head slightly, scooting a bit until his head rested on Tony's shoulder.

Tony simply nodded, dropping a kiss to the blond hair. He thought back to half an hour ago.

Steve had come in, dripping wet, blankets wrapped around him. Natasha stood slightly behind him, a look on her face that gave away how much she cared. Steve was shivering, a lost, glazed look in his eyes. He'd taken one look at Tony, his eyes began to water and he turned and ran. After getting the quick gist of it from Natasha he ran to his bedroom, where he saw the shivering form underneath the blankets.

His love had been forced into a freezing river and had had flashbacks of his time in the ice. He understood, sometimes he was back in Afghanistan.

"Don't you worry Love, I'm here?" He whispered.

A hoarse, tear drowned voice spoke, barely audible "I Love you."

Tony

Steve walked into their bedroom, a bed table with chicken noddle soup balanced on his arm.

He could see Tony underneath the blankets his head just barely pepping out.

"How are you feeling Tony?" He asked.

"My nose is runny, my head hurts, my throat is scratchy, and my tummy feels weird…" He trailed off once he had looked at Steve and the adoring smile he wore.

"I brought you some soup and a bit more medicine." Steve wandered over and set the table down on the bedside table.

"Thanks." Tony whispered

"Of course Love." Steve reached out and brushed dark, sweaty hair from Tony's brow.

Tony suddenly flipped the rest of the blanket over his head.

"To…"

"I love you" The words were hoarse, scratchy from his cold and a little nasally.

"I love you too."