If they were in a normal hospital, run by civilians that didn't salute or rattle off their rank with their medical credentials, Tony suspected Steve would be much more patient. This attitude was rare in him; when Steve really wanted something, he wouldn't wait for anyone's permission. Or maybe it was the extended stay, laid up and sucking down soup, making him so plaintive and affectionate. Maybe it was worth listening to Steve on this one, Tony wasn't interested in playing the role of his mother.
Tony leaned forward against the bed, pulling Steve's hand up under his chin with his elbows and coffee propped on the mattress, and pursed his lips, cocking an eyebrow at Steve skeptically. "Doctor said you haven't been behaving yourself," he said and raised his brows expectantly. The fight was over, they were supposed to be in the clear until the next disaster struck, did Steve really want to stress Tony out any more? He had a bad heart, it was a miracle he could even sit here right now. "Where do you even have to be? The clean up crew is fine, they got enough hands, you know you don't even help when you do that. You get everyone all excited and distracted, it's embarrassing, it takes twice as long to get anything done."