Peanuts. Of course! “I don’t know. Probably. No one knows how to clean up their kitchens anymore.” The easy way that Bucky diagnoses him doesn’t even surprise him anymore. No one knows him better than Bucky does, though no one has ever taken the time to either. He feels better, having a reason for his symptoms. He’s not extra puffy in his face and hands, but he does feel like his skin is burning and he’s a little off of his usual game. He’s never had an allergic reaction that’s made him more capable of smelling things, but perhaps he actually isn’t, and his nose is just more sensitive. “I don’t want to go back to the hospital.”

Luckily, he tends to keep unused medication laying around. Sometimes Clint breaks into his stash for painkillers, but the guy pulls himself home looking about as bad Steve had the night before after the dog attack.

He kicks his shoes off at the door, his feet feeling much better, and undoes his fly too so that he can breathe again. “Do you have any Benadryl around? That should help.”

Steve tries to be careful with his buttons but two more are lost before he can get his shirt off. He curses under his breath, but lets it go.