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The Best Medicine

Summary:

A series of one-shots, with the general theme of Steve doing something nice for Danny.

Taking care of him when he's sick, pampering him when he's in a bad mood... including some Date Night stories. And some stories that just vaguely fit under the same theme.

Some are continuations, but all can be read as stand-alones. Most are short and sweet, some are a little longer.

The companion to my one-shot series By Your Side.

Chapter Text

“Go away,” Danny grumbled from under the blankets. “You’re just going to get sick too, and then who will there be to get shot at and make impulsive and reckless decisions?”

“Shut up and drink this,” came the reply, as Steve held out a steaming mug of something.

“No.”

“What are you, four? Drink this.”

“Leave me alone. Let me die in misery.”

“You’re not going to die. You have a cold. And not even a bad one.” Danny looked hurt at that, but Steve didn’t cave. “Drink. This. Now.”

Struggling to sit up, and making a good show of it, Danny reached for the mug and took it. “Oooff,” he groused. “That’s disgusting. What the hell are you trying to do to me? I’m already dying. Jesus, Steven.”

“You are not dying, and it’s just tea, you big baby.”

“What the fuck kind of tea is it, you insane freak? It smells like something died. And now I’m going to die, so please. Just. Leave me in peace.”

Steve laughed. “Nope. Not leaving. And, for the last time, just drink it.”

“Fine. Then will you leave?”

Steve smiled. “Nope.”

Danny rolled his eyes, but he drank the tea, and Steve smirked.

“Seriously. I’m going to die now, so you can go.”

“Danny, I’m not leaving you alone like this so just shut up, ok?”

“I’m cold.”

“Well, there’s a first,” Steve replied, amused. He went to the closet to find another blanket and tucked it around Danny. “Want me to read you a story?” He asked snidely.

“Fuck off,” Danny whined and disappeared under the blanket.

Steve smiled smugly, and settled in the bed next to Danny.

“Oy! Gerroff!” Came the muffled cry from under the blankets.

“Just go to sleep, Danno,” Steve said affectionately. “I’ll wake you up in an hour for another mug of tea.”

“Like hell you will,” Danny tried to yell, but ended in coughing.

“Shhhh,” Steve soothed, and rubbed the shoulder of the Danny shaped lump under the blanket. He thought he heard a contended sigh, and his smirk widened. “There you go, Danno.” He shook his head fondly, shifted to be more comfortable, and continued rubbing Danny's shoulder til he was sure he was asleep, and, maybe for a while after as well.