Steve didn't sleep that night. He knew Bucky did, because he'd had nightmares. Not the night terrors he'd had a couple times before, but he'd whimpered quietly in his sleep a few times, always making Steve tense in anticipation of trying to wake him up, and then calm him down afterward. But nothing ever came after the sounds, and Steve would relax a bit, for a while.
He'd watched Rogue all night. Not that he'd ever admit it. She'd made some noises, too, and he hadn't known if he should wake her, or how she'd react even if he did. But again, it hadn't come to that.
Come morning, just as the sky began to lighten along the horizon, but before true dawn, Steve had put the small cooking pan over the low fire, and started boiling water for coffee. He still wasn't tired physically, but his brain was in that foggy in-between place. Even though he'd noticed that caffeine didn't affect him the way it used to, maybe didn't affect him at all anymore, if nothing else, the awful taste of their boiled coffee should give him a jolt.
He was just pouring a cup of the stuff when Bucky settled beside him, rubbing his face. Taking one look at him, Bucky said decisively, "You're sleeping tonight. I don' wanna hear it, Rogers; I'll take watch."
Steve sighed in resignation, but didn't argue. Bringing the tin cup to his lips, his eyes automatically trailed back to Rogue's spot, away from the other men. His thoughts had been meandering last night, but he'd continued to turn them over and around, trying to figure out just what he was supposed to do with her. They were 2 days away from their first target, and he didn't know what would happen when they reached it.
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He'd watched Rogue all night. Not that he'd ever admit it. She'd made some noises, too, and he hadn't known if he should wake her, or how she'd react even if he did. But again, it hadn't come to that.
Come morning, just as the sky began to lighten along the horizon, but before true dawn, Steve had put the small cooking pan over the low fire, and started boiling water for coffee. He still wasn't tired physically, but his brain was in that foggy in-between place. Even though he'd noticed that caffeine didn't affect him the way it used to, maybe didn't affect him at all anymore, if nothing else, the awful taste of their boiled coffee should give him a jolt.
He was just pouring a cup of the stuff when Bucky settled beside him, rubbing his face. Taking one look at him, Bucky said decisively, "You're sleeping tonight. I don' wanna hear it, Rogers; I'll take watch."
Steve sighed in resignation, but didn't argue. Bringing the tin cup to his lips, his eyes automatically trailed back to Rogue's spot, away from the other men. His thoughts had been meandering last night, but he'd continued to turn them over and around, trying to figure out just what he was supposed to do with her. They were 2 days away from their first target, and he didn't know what would happen when they reached it.