Something was wrong. Steve's brow furrowed as he surfaced from his sleep, trying to figure out what was going on as his brain continued to wake up. He stretched his arm out, but even as his hand only hit the quickly-cooling sheets where Rogue usually slept, he remembered her saying she was going to get something to drink.
"What time is it?" He muttered to himself, glancing at the digital clock. Just after 7 am. They'd gotten to bed about five hours ago. It was a holiday, so there was really no reason for Rogue to voluntarily be waking up so early. If anything, it was usually Steve who was up first, especially if there was no coffee to entice his girl out of bed, unless...
Groaning a little, Steve rolled over and aggressively rubbed at his face, trying to force himself awake. He was not, contrary to what people seemed to believe, a natural morning person. He just didn't need a lot of sleep, and thanks to the war, he could usually be up and alert in a matter of seconds. But apparently his body and mind knew that there was no reason for it, so it was taking longer this time. Except there was a reason: Rogue probably had a nightmare. It was becoming less common, but between the two of them, they were lucky to go a few weeks without one of them having an episode. So far, the first nightmare for both of them had been the most... dramatic compared to subsequent episodes, but he still wanted to go check on her, just in case.
Getting out of bed, he padded on light feet out into the apartment, across the living area and into the kitchen. He stopped at the island, bracing his forearms on the counter. "Alright?" he asked, his voice husky with leftover sleep.
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"What time is it?" He muttered to himself, glancing at the digital clock. Just after 7 am. They'd gotten to bed about five hours ago. It was a holiday, so there was really no reason for Rogue to voluntarily be waking up so early. If anything, it was usually Steve who was up first, especially if there was no coffee to entice his girl out of bed, unless...
Groaning a little, Steve rolled over and aggressively rubbed at his face, trying to force himself awake. He was not, contrary to what people seemed to believe, a natural morning person. He just didn't need a lot of sleep, and thanks to the war, he could usually be up and alert in a matter of seconds. But apparently his body and mind knew that there was no reason for it, so it was taking longer this time. Except there was a reason: Rogue probably had a nightmare. It was becoming less common, but between the two of them, they were lucky to go a few weeks without one of them having an episode. So far, the first nightmare for both of them had been the most... dramatic compared to subsequent episodes, but he still wanted to go check on her, just in case.
Getting out of bed, he padded on light feet out into the apartment, across the living area and into the kitchen. He stopped at the island, bracing his forearms on the counter. "Alright?" he asked, his voice husky with leftover sleep.