Steve can't see Peter's face, but Peter can see at least part of his. There's no dressing-down forthcoming right now. Because Peter's not a soldier, and neither is Miles. They're not just kids, either. They're something in-between that Steve has no clear idea how to handle, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try muddling through it for their sake, because they need as many people in their corner as they can get.

And right now, they need rest. He reaches over, smooths Peter's hair again, and pulls the blanket in closer for him. "Get some rest," he orders. "I'm gonna keep an eye on Miles for a while, then go back to the shelter. If you need anything...I'll tell them to call me if you need anything they can't get you here."

"And as soon as it's safe, we'll move you both back to the clubhouse."