It was a well-documented fact that Steve normally did not respond well to being told what to do; Bucky, Clint, Natasha, and Peggy herself could all vouch for that. But Peggy did tend to have a slightly better success rate than most, and so when she ordered him to accept her apology and quit hiding, Steve conceded to both demands without argument.
"Apology accepted then," he said, only a bit of a grumble present in his voice. There was less reluctance in the way he lifted his head, though that may have been down to the fact that she was touching him, her fingers pressed intimately enough to his skin that it sent a pleasurable shiver right through him.
There were times when being this close to Peggy made him feel half out of his mind, like he might shake apart with all the want coursing through him. And that was a terrifying thought, because what if that meant their disastrous interaction at the Arena dedication hadn't been entirely the cause of an ill-chosen drink? What if some of that had been down to Steve himself?
It was hard to tell with Peggy sometimes, too, because for all she'd said she wanted him, she was infinitely harder to read. She was calm and collected and always entirely in control of herself, and it sometimes left Steve worried he was pushing too fast or clinging too hard. Still, it didn't stop him from leaning into her touch, chasing after it in a way that felt obvious, but probably wasn't.
"Doesn't even really hurt anymore," Steve murmured, which was almost true, sort of, provided he wasn't touching it. "Looks worse than it is."