"Hey," he greeted quietly, moving over to crouch down in front of the couch to be eye-level with her. "It...went. I'm officially employed, now. Got the paperwork signed to prove it. Fury said they probably wouldn't pull me for anything without some company training, but he didn't seem in much of a rush to get on it. Which is fine by me." He kept his voice soft and gentle, while his eyes catalogued Rogue. Her eyes were a little glassy and unfocused, and her face looked flushed along her cheeks. He reached out to brush her hair away from her face, using the habitual move to feel her temperature. Steve's body ran hot all the time, so when Rogue felt slightly warm to the touch, he frowned in concern.
"Have you taken your temp yet? I think you're running a fever." He didn't want to say any more - he knew how Rogue got about being sick. He tried to sound as casual and non-motherhen as possible.
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"Have you taken your temp yet? I think you're running a fever." He didn't want to say any more - he knew how Rogue got about being sick. He tried to sound as casual and non-motherhen as possible.