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Rogue felt awful.

She'd rolled out of bed that morning feeling sluggish and foggy-headed, and no amount of coffee had helped her break free of the funk she was in. Her limbs felt heavy and she was exhausted despite having gotten a full night's rest. It was a struggle to get through her morning tutoring session, and she'd never been more glad to hear that the second client was sick and needed to cancel. So she trudged home, her throat beginning to itch as she called to see if Steve was there.

When silence answered her, she dropped her bag by the door and toed off her shoes, shrugging off her coat as she padded toward the couch. The coat was discarded on a chair before she plopped down on the couch, pulling down a throw blanket from the back as she stretched out and promptly fell into an uneasy sleep.

Date: 2017-01-16 07:58 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([av] can't hold in the laughter)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
It felt really inappropriate to smile, but Steve still found himself biting his lip to hold back his grin at Rogue's reaction and words. He tucked his arm around her waist, then stooped and swept her legs up, being careful to move more slowly than usual as he straightened back up, so the change in position hopefully wouldn't make her dizzy.

He was aware of every shift of her in his arms as he walked into the bedroom, and tried to move as smoothly as possible, before lowering her to the side of the bed. He grabbed her pajamas and put them beside her, before saying, "I'm gonna go get the thermometer while you get changed, okay?" He knew better than to suggest the indignity of helping her change clothes - really, he needed to just start treating Rogue as if she were him when he used to get sick all the time. Of course, if she acted like he had, she probably would've tried to slug him already. Rogue was actually a much better patient, in that regard.

Date: 2017-01-16 08:24 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] we used to boil everything)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
It took Steve several minutes of increasingly-frantic searching before he finally found an oral thermometer in one of the cabinets - partly because it was plastic and digital, and the last time he'd had to use one, they'd all been glass and filled with mercury.

Back in the bedroom once more, he handed over the thermometer. "I have no idea how this thing works," he admitted. He was sure it wasn't at all complicated, and he'd be able to figure it out easily enough if he had to, but he could figure it out just watching Rogue use it, and that way she wouldn't feel like he was babying her, as well. It had to be one of her additions to the apartment, anyway, as he had no need for one.

Date: 2017-01-16 08:43 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] boy howdy)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
Steve sat by her knees and took the thermometer back, his eyebrows raising in surprise for a second, before drawing together in slight concern. It wasn't dangerously high, but it wasn't exactly low-grade, either. He shook the thermometer a couple times, before rolling his eyes at himself. "Force of habit," he told her absently, pushing the button to turn it off, before sliding it back into the protective cover.

"Alright." He rested his hands on his knees and leveled Rogue with a look. "Do you want Tylenol, or Advil, for pain? It'll help lower your fever, too. I'd say we should let the fever run its course, but honestly, I'm not real comfortable with it being that high for long. But if you wanna leave it, that's up to you."

Date: 2017-01-16 09:28 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([cw] pursed lips; upset)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
Nodding, Steve leaned forward to kiss her forehead again, before going to retrieve the painkillers. He read the directions before shaking two out and taking them back to Rogue.

"Tylenol," he said, handing her the pills. "It didn't say anything about needing to eat food with them." Which, considering her issues with eating still, was probably why she had them stocked.

"Are-- will you be okay for a little while, if I run to the store?" He wanted to get the ingredients he'd need to make some chicken soup. He'd have to go through the cupboards and fridge first though, to see what they already had; this was one of the downsides to letting Rogue run the kitchen - he never knew what was actually there already, on the off-chance that he did decide he wanted to cook.

Date: 2017-01-24 05:32 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] too many thoughts; introspective)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
Steve stood close to the bed, but back far enough that he wasn't in her way, trying not to hover. He clasped his hands together behind his back, falling into parade rest unconsciously; he wasn't wringing his hands, but they were clutched tightly together to keep him from moving forward and helping her. Rogue wouldn't appreciate it, and he needed her to be not-mad at him, so she'd continue to let him take care of her at least a little.

Looking around suddenly, he went into the living room, returning a moment later with her cell phone, which she'd left by the couch, and handed it to her. "Text if you need anything, or think of anything you want me to get. You know what's in the kitchen better than I do," he joked weakly. He was already making a mental list of things he wanted to check if they had, and buy if necessary.

Date: 2017-01-24 05:53 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] excuse me?; not SHIELD's janitor)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
Sighing softly, he leaned onto the bed, reaching out to put one hand on her cheek and kissing her forehead again. "I love you. I'll be back in a while. Text me if you need anything," he said slightly forcefully, raising his eyebrows to try and get her to understand that he really meant anything, and not just trying to do something herself and falling and hitting her head and he really needed to stop thinking about this now.

Date: 2017-01-24 06:31 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([av] huh. wouldja look at that.)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
He couldn't help standing there for just a few seconds longer, just watching her even after she'd rolled away from him, before taking a deep breath and moving into the kitchen. Checking the fridge, he wasn't entirely surprised they didn't have the ingredients he needed for soup, as carrots, celery and onions were easy enough to buy, and Rogue liked using fresh ingredients. He'd have to get chicken while he was out, too, but thankfully the local markets had a butchery section with fresh meats.

He didn't find any Jell-O packets in any of the pantry cupboards, either, so he went off to the store with a mental list.

The produce and chicken were easy enough to procure... it was when he went looking for the Jell-O that he ran into trouble. Namely, the sheer volume and diversity of products. There was Jell-O already in individual boxes, but he figured Rogue wouldn't appreciate those. But that still left all the box mixes of various flavors, and boy, were there a lot of flavors. There was the regular fruit flavors; cherry, strawberry, orange. And then there was kiwi, pineapple, raspberry, blue raspberry, and combinations of pretty much all of those, plus flavors like fruit punch (which he at least recognized), arctic blast, tropical... What the heck did 'tropical' even mean?

Finally he just grabbed a few boxes of orange, strawberry, and decided to try the raspberry - even if Rogue didn't like it, he'd eat it. Even if he didn't particularly like it. Jell-O he made himself would taste infinitely better than anything he'd had in the army. (Although possibly with a similar consistency.)

Glancing along the aisle one more time to see if he'd missed anything, he spotted the pudding. Pudding... huh. Now there was an idea. It would definitely be richer and more filling than the Jell-O (although the Jell-O would be better at keeping her hydrated), and it probably had a lot more calories in it. Steve still didn't entirely understand the whole 'calorie counting' thing that everyone seemed to talk about now, but he understood that it helped you gain weight, which was something Rogue needed help with, especially while she was sick and probably wouldn't feel like eating much, anyway. Even less than usual.

His hand hovered over the boxes uncertainly for a minute. He finally picked up two boxes of vanilla, four of chocolate because he was pretty certain she'd always eat something chocolate flavored, and four boxes of butterscotch. He didn't know if Rogue enjoyed butterscotch, but he did, so again - if she didn't eat it, he'd have no problem polishing it all off.

That sorted, Steve swung by the dairy section and bought another gallon of milk - they had one half-full still, but he enjoyed drinking it, and he'd need more for the pudding anyway. Then, he was headed home, checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a text from her. She was surely still sleeping - at least he hoped.

Making it back into the apartment quietly, Steve stashed the perishables in the fridge for a moment, set the bag of boxes on the island counter, and went to check on Rogue. Just to make sure.

Date: 2017-02-13 02:28 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] grateful; thankful)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
He hadn't meant to disturb her, and Steve winced at her hoarse voice. But she was awake now, at least partially, so he moved over to the bed and knelt down to be closer to eye-level with her.

"Yeah, I knew what I was getting," he murmured softly, ghosting a hand over her hair. He was glad he couldn't get sick anymore, because he couldn't stand the thought of having to leave her alone while she didn't feel good. "Do you need more to drink? I'm gonna go make some soup, but I can get you something real quick."

Date: 2017-02-13 03:30 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] we used to boil everything)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
It made him feel better to hear her joking, even when she obviously didn't feel well. Still, he couldn't let her get away with that. Unable to quite hide a lopsided smile, he tilted his head, trying to look affronted. "I'm not a disaster in the kitchen. I was cooking my own food since I was 15, and helping out long before that. Just because I like convenience, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it, without making a mess."

Smoothing her hair down again, he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, before stroking her cheek. "You just relax, and don't worry about our kitchen. It will survive. But it'll miss you, so you gotta get better. The sooner you're back in there, I'm sure the happier it'll be."

He was trying to make light of the situation and being deliberately ridiculous, not wanting her to worry about how he was feeling about seeing her laid low by illness.

Date: 2017-02-13 05:04 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] fascinated)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
"Yeah, well, I make no promises," he teased, smiling a little easier as they talked. She wasn't dying, she was just sick; she'd bounce back, and soon be up and around again. He just had to keep reminding himself of that. And until she was, he would take care of her as much as she allowed. "Besides, you can't judge it now - your taste buds are sick too, everything tastes different. And food made by someone else always tastes better." He knew both those things from plenty of experience growing up.

Pressing another kiss to her forehead, Steve stood up. "Get some more rest. It's gonna take a while to make the soup. I'll bring you some when it's done." He was about to turn away to leave, before remembering, "Oh. I got some Jell-O and pudding, too. I can make those while the chickens cooking, if you want some now. Any preferences? I got... strawberry, orange, and raspberry for Jell-O flavors, and vanilla, chocolate and butterscotch pudding mixes."

Date: 2017-02-13 05:52 am (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] amused; delightfully charmed)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
If Steve had thought about it, he might have tried talking her into doing the same thing as Logan, although he would've had no idea if the serum's effects on his immune system were the same as a mutation and might help her or not. Probably a good thing he hadn't thought of it, anyway. He wouldn't want to upset and alienate her while he was trying to take care of her.

He gave her an affectionate grin. "I do know how you love chocolate," he agreed. "I wasn't sure about the raspberry, but figured even if you didn't want it, I'd eat it. I'll make that first." It didn't require as much tending as pudding did, and he wouldn't have to have two pots on the stove at once, that way. He didn't want Rogue eating anything with milk while her fever was still strong, anyway.

Date: 2017-02-16 05:19 pm (UTC)
on_ur_left: ([tws] boy howdy)
From: [personal profile] on_ur_left
Steve moved over to the foot of the bed and picked up the discarded blankets. He thought about covering her up, but remembered how uncomfortable fevers could make a person - probably how the blankets had ended up by her feet in the first place - and instead settled them loosely beside her, so she could grab the edge and cover herself easily if she got chills.

"Holler if you need anything," he said, before thinking about how sore her throat already was. "Or text me, I've still got my phone in my pocket." It seemed kind of silly to him, texting someone who was just a couple rooms away, but it was also amazingly convenient if you couldn't talk well.

In the kitchen, he set up a large pot with water, cutting and adding vegetables while the water started heating, then set to work on deboning the chicken and cutting it into bite-size pieces. Once he'd added the chicken, he also added a few liberal dashes of seasonings; he wasn't really working from a recipe, just his own memory of watching his mother and what she had done. She also hadn't used a recipe, per sé, not a written one anyway. Just a general sense of what should be added and approximately when, knowledge handed down from her own mother. The motions were familiar, no matter how long it had been since he'd done this or watched it, and it helped soothe some of his nerves at seeing Rogue so sick.

Once the soup was boiling, he started the kettle heating for water for the Jell-O. He started putting the extra boxes of Jell-O and pudding away as he waited, glancing at each one before organizing them in the cupboard.

That's when he noticed it. The instructions on some of the pudding boxes were... wrong. You just added cold milk to the mix and then... that was it? He started comparing the instructions on all the boxes, and realized some were what he was used to - heat milk, add mix while stirring, let simmer, let cool, etc - and some were just 'add milk', basically.

Steve blew out a flummoxed puff of breath. He really was starting to acclimate and enjoy the 21st Century... but Jesus, people had gotten lazy.

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