"Thank you," Peggy allowed with a gracious smile, genuinely pleased Steve wasn't going to dig his heels in and continue to insist she was accepting misplaced blame. Mistakes had been made on a number of fronts and Peggy didn't shy from accepting her role in what occurred, and while she regretted the outcome, she couldn't change it.
Honestly, she'd yet to be able to convince Steve to stop picking fights over things he couldn't change one argument or fistfight at a time. They'd plans. They would progress. But none of that would come to any fruition if he kept making a spectacle in the worst kind of ways.
Tilting her head, she favored him with a fond smile. "I'm going to assume that means you don't want me to leave you with any kind of cream to help it heal more quickly." He never asked for that sort of help, like he viewed injuries as some peculiar, necessary form of penance. She'd never understood, but she'd learned not to push about that, at least. "What if I offered to kiss it better?"
It wasn't coyly spoken. She didn't flush and glance aside, not this time. She tilted his chin a little more, dark eyes intently studying his face, from the smudges of bruise to the almost disgruntled tilt of his lips. Hopefully that was leftover from accepting an apology he didn't want, and she could chase that look- and the bitter edges of another difficult conversation- away. At least for the moment.