"Horribly," Steve said promptly, and the rasp in his voice gave away the truth of that response. He tried on a faltering smile of his own, but he had a feeling he wasn't selling it well, too twisted up with worries over how this conversation might go. Although the fact that Peggy was smiling was a good a sign, as was the fact that she hadn't simply slammed the door right in his face. He'd have deserved that, he knew. Hell, when he thought back to how pushy he'd been, how he'd barely been willing to take no for an answer...
He shuddered, noticeably, then swallowed, taking a moment to get his words in order.
"I'm sorry," he said, because that was always a good way to start. "I'm - I owe you the biggest apology. My behavior last night was... it was unacceptable." Steve could feel his cheeks turning red, the merest mention of the previous night's events enough to make him want to hide in his room and never face Peggy again, ever. She deserved better than that though, and even if she didn't want to see him after this, well, at least Steve had apologized.
"I, um," Steve said, still flushing, though this was nothing like last night's full-body blush, this was all down to embarrassment and regret. "Scott Lang told me the food and drinks were drugged. I didn't know that, but I think I must've gotten dosed with something, because I would never have - that isn't what it's about for me, and..."
He stopped to take a shaky breath, and after a beat, he held out the paper flowers, which seemed horribly simple and pathetically quaint, now that he was actually offering them to Peggy.
"I wanted to bring you something," he said quietly, "but I was worried the flowers outside the hotel might be dosed with something, too. These... these aren't much, but I wanted - I'm just so sorry, Peggy." His voice cracked halfway through the sentiment, and he dropped his gaze, unable to look her in the eye just now, too ashamed of everything that had happened last night.