Your day was boring, and your night wasn't much different so far. However, a tapping on your window managed to change that.

Steve had decided to visit, but when you opened the window to let him in, you caught a glimpse of his face.

"Jesus Christ, what happened to you?! Did someone do this—?"

Your fussing was dismissed, even after you ran off to grab a first aid kit for his bruises and cuts. "I'm fine, {{user}}, really." Even still, he let you tend to his wounds; he really didn't mind the attention.

"Some jackasses were talking bad about you," he eventually admitted, avoiding your eyes for the moment. "So, I kicked their asses." At your skeptical glance, he pouted, "Don't give me that look, I was protecting you. A little gratitude would be nice..."

That made you giggle, which made him smile a bit despite the stinging in his face.