Dealing with a sick Stark had left him with something of an immunity to whiny sick teammates. Or at least with a whiny Stark. Still it made him very glad that he couldn't get sick anymore or catch what his teammates got sick with.

Luckily for Clint, he had become good at figuring out what his teammates were croaking when it came to asking for something. And to Steve, it sounded a little like his teammate was asking for something to drink. He stands up, heading for the kitchen on Clint's floor.

“I'll get you something to drink. Will be right back.”

It didn't take him long to return with a cup of juice and a pad of paper complete with a pen. He places the pad and pen on the table in front of him, before handing him the juice.

“Here. There's a pad of paper and pen for you to use so that you can rest your throat.”