Chapter 7
"Tony," Steve called gingerly, watching with increasing horror as Tony hobbled around the living room with his broken leg dragging behind him in a cast. "This is just a suggestion, but… maybe you should rest."
"Can’t do that," Tony called back, shaking his head. "Have to go to the workshop."
"Well, it’ll be a miracle if you get in, because I had JARVIS lock you out for the next week -"
"You fucking what -?”
”- so I’m going to rephrase what I said earlier: you can either sit down and rest, or I’ll forcibly carry you to bed and hold you down until you do,” Steve hummed, turning back to the book in his hands.
A few moments passed, and then Tony dropped down beside him with a huff.
"You’re a dick, Rogers."
"A dick who cares about your health," Steve replied evenly, not looking up from his book.