Disorderly Conduct

"Oh no." Tony tried to sit up, but immediately winced and fell back down. Steve hurried over to help. Tony slapped his hand away.

"Nice to see you, too."

"You're not supposed to be here." Tony grunted. He was still weak from the numerous surgeries, but what mattered to Steve was that he was alive.

"Says who?"

"Cut the crap, Steve. I told you to go home."

"And as you're my commanding officer..."

Tony snorted. "From what I heard, you were always terrible at taking orders."

"Tony." Steve sat down on the bed and took his hand. "I am home."