Steve turned and gave the man a crooked smile over his shoulder, setting down the closed containers, "I don't have any diseases, and I even washed my hands. Besides, I'm not bleeding anymore. Mostly."

Even as he said the words, Steve made his way back over and dropped down on the coffee table with a grunt, leaning back on his hands to look at the man, "I thought you weren't a nurse anymore Peter. Feeling nostalgic?" There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as Steve waited to see what Peter would do. He'd been planning to doctor on himself, but he wouldn't turn down help, not when some of the wounds were so hard to reach.