steve knows you’ve got a thing for his voice. he uses it against you any chance he gets, including when he’s injured and in the upside down. you’re using a torn piece of fabric from your t shirt, wrapping it tightly around his torso. he can tell you’re worried, so he does what he does best, and he flirts with you. “well thanks, honey. didn’t know you were such a good nurse.” he says. his voice is quiet, an octave lower than usual. you stand up a little straighter.