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Kitty struggled out of the taxi, nearly falling to one knee when she stepped up onto the sidewalk. Every part of her felt like it was filled with lead, and her clothes and hair smelled like smoke. She assumed that she looked as disheveled as she felt, but that wasn't important at the moment. Looking up, she was greeted by a small miracle. Since the last time she'd been there, a shelter had been built over the bench at the bus stop just a few feet away. She shuffled over to it, planted her feet, locked her knees, and leaned back against it. Immediate threat of collapse handled.
It was late, after midnight, and the street was deserted though the sounds of traffic from the main thoroughfare a couple blocks away floated in the air. This was a good neighborhood, on the nicer side without being obvious about it, and the building was very secure. She didn't have the key fob or code to get in on her own. So she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Steve's number. If she weren't so utterly exhausted it would have occurred to her to call while still in the cab, so that if he wasn't home she could have chosen a different destination. But she was committed now, for better or worse. Glancing up at the darkened windows she knew looked into his bedroom and living room, she prayed that he was there. And awake. Or at least had left his phone ringer on.
Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...
It was late, after midnight, and the street was deserted though the sounds of traffic from the main thoroughfare a couple blocks away floated in the air. This was a good neighborhood, on the nicer side without being obvious about it, and the building was very secure. She didn't have the key fob or code to get in on her own. So she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Steve's number. If she weren't so utterly exhausted it would have occurred to her to call while still in the cab, so that if he wasn't home she could have chosen a different destination. But she was committed now, for better or worse. Glancing up at the darkened windows she knew looked into his bedroom and living room, she prayed that he was there. And awake. Or at least had left his phone ringer on.
Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...
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Date: 2023-01-15 04:47 am (UTC)“You might have high hopes for my cooking if you want it anywhere near a bed,” he teased. Lightly, so as not to put any pressure on the theoretical next time. While he absolutely, intensely, wanted her to stay over intentionally, for there to be more than just one next time, he wasn’t going to give her any reason to think he wanted it before she was ready. Before they both were, really, though his thoughts were rarely toward his own comfort.
“Though I’ll take the idea as a compliment,” he added with a breath of laughter. He’d clearly done a passable job of feeding her with the way she ate, the way she invited doing it again. That was something to take pride in, being able to take care of his girl any way she needed him to. Even if he couldn’t manage more than pancakes and scrambled eggs that were a little bland.
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Date: 2023-01-17 10:43 pm (UTC)"I have faith in your ability to eat in bed, not cook in it. I've had enough of fire for the foreseeable future, thanks." That came out pretty muffled, because shoving nearly a whole pancake into her mouth turned out to be harder to swallow than she would have anticipated.
"Could I get some water?" The juice was good, but she knew from experience that it would taste weird and not so sweet compared to pancakes and syrup. It was time to go back to water.
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Date: 2023-01-20 04:31 am (UTC)Just like he’d provide support for as long as she needed it.
“I’d really be more worried about the quality than fire risk,” he noted, amusement still in his eyes and in his smile. “And since you’re not going anywhere until you can do it under your own power, next time’s a lot sooner than you think.”
He knew the theoretical next time was one where she chose to be there, where she wasn’t in his bed because she couldn’t move, but he didn’t want to put that weight on staying over. Especially not while she was convalescing. He wouldn’t add any expectation to his hopes.
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Date: 2023-01-23 11:03 pm (UTC)"You can stop pretending to be inept in the kitchen. You've set the bar low enough that anything not resembling a charcoal briquet will be impressive." And more so, it was not accurate. She had enjoyed the first pancake for the few seconds it actually came into contact with her taste buds.
"Wait... is this what you were doing while I was zonked out? Practicing making pancakes?" She marveled that she hadn't figured it out sooner, because she could not think of a more Steve-like thing to do. "Want me to pass out for a couple more days so you can learn how to make omelets?"
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Date: 2023-01-26 04:09 am (UTC)“Yes, actually. That’s exactly what I did. Had to keep myself busy somehow.” And more than that he wanted to give her something she’d actually enjoy. At the very least not butcher her favorite food. But he had needed something to keep himself busy. He wasn’t going to leave her alone and he wasn’t a sit around the house sort of guy. Practicing pancakes has been good for him too. “If you want omelets, that’ll take a day at least. Two if you want it presentable.”
As it was he could present slightly overdone scrambled eggs.
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Date: 2023-02-01 02:14 am (UTC)"Hm. I think I'll just get better and make my own omelets."
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Date: 2023-02-05 05:11 am (UTC)“Breakfast can be on you next time,” he added with an easy smile, finishing up cooking, scrambled eggs really were something already in his repertoire though they were clunky and a little over cooked, and joining her at the table with a mug of coffee for himself. “But for now, I’ll make you all the pancakes you can stomach until you’re on your feet again. Properly on your feet.”
That needed specifying. For as long as he still had to help her walk at all, she wasn’t being released from his attentive care.
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Date: 2023-02-08 07:28 pm (UTC)She didn't realize until she was finished with another pancake and halfway through the eggs that he was just sitting there across from her with nothing but a coffee cup.
"You're not eating?" she asked between bites. She had seen over the prior weeks that he had a robust appetite, she assumed because metabolism increased by the serum required more calories to keep running.
"And you're just going to sit there and watch me eat?"
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Date: 2023-02-12 04:18 am (UTC)“I’m pancaked-out after the last couple of days.” Not to mention he was pretty sure she needed to eat even more than he did. He’d been doing it regularly. She’s been unconscious. And he was taking care of her first, himself second. Himself always last, as was a bad habit that made him excellent at his job.
“And maybe I just like watching you eat.” Which would be weird any other time. But right then, it was a relief to see her doing anything more than sleeping.
Reaching across the table he just touched her arm lightly. And though it was gentle and his smile affectionate, he wasn’t accepting any argument. “Don’t worry about me for now. Just eat and then you’re going back to resting.”
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Date: 2023-02-22 10:12 pm (UTC)"At least try the eggs so you can see what I meant about the butter." She put down her fork and sat back to stare him down until he did it. Doing so made her realize how uncomfortably full her stomach was. Strangely she felt like she should eat more - that she needed to eat more. But she was equally certain that if she did, she would make herself sick.
And as for his assertion that she was to go back to resting, as if 2 days of it wasn't enough, she only had one reply.
"Okay, Nurse Ratchet."
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Date: 2023-02-25 04:47 am (UTC)“You can tell your mom she’s impressed me,” he teased easily, more than happy to finish that part of breakfast off once she was done and he was sure she didn’t need any more.
It struck him distantly that he’d probably need to figure out something different for other meals, would more than likely wind up just ordering in whatever she liked. But that was a problem for later.
Her reference, though he understood the intention, went right over his head and he wound up lifting a curious eyebrow. “Must’ve missed that one.” There were a lot of things he had become familiar with but far more he didn’t know yet. “But regardless, you’re not going to get your strength back by pushing yourself right out of the gate.”
He knew from experience, but Kate was too much like him in too many ways, it seemed.
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Date: 2023-02-28 11:01 pm (UTC)"Guess I'll postpone that private performance of Swan Lake I was planning on giving you," she joked, taking a deep breath and deciding that yes, she definitely was too full to eat any more.
"Will you at least let me take a shower? I can sit down if I need to."
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Date: 2023-03-04 04:48 am (UTC)“As long as you call for help if you need it,” he insisted of the shower, picking idly at the remains of breakfast despite saying he didn’t want the pancakes. He didn’t want them. But high metabolism had turned him into a distracted eater. “Cleaning up might make you feel a bit better anyway.”
Letting sleep linger around her after so much of it seemed like a sure fire way to drag her back to unconsciousness and even wanting her to rest, Steve wanted her awake and alert. He wanted the woman he knew and cared about, not the fear of her not coming around again. He’d had enough of that to last a lifetime.
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Date: 2023-03-11 03:20 am (UTC)"Please. If I have another bite I'm going to explode."
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Date: 2023-03-12 04:43 am (UTC)More than not minding, he thought he might just like it if she did. His clothes would be absolutely enormous on her much smaller frame, but it there was something in the idea of a part of him wrapped around her that pulled at the right things in him.
Which wasn’t surprising. He’d been affectionate toward her, protective of her in ways that he’d never act on, knew she didn’t actually need protecting. It seemed only natural to want her in his space and in his things.
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Date: 2023-04-02 02:22 am (UTC)She heard music coming from the bedroom. It was her phone, and she'd left it in there unintentionally. She hated to interrupt him when she'd finally gotten him to eat something, but they both knew she could only move at a glacial pace, and he'd never let her go alone besides.
"Do you mind grabbing that?" she asked.
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Date: 2023-04-06 03:56 am (UTC)He at least had the sense to just tell whoever it was to hang on one second while he returned to the kitchen table to hand it over.
Without a word he moved to start tidying up, giving her some sense of privacy for the call while still being nearby if she needed him for anything. Exactly as he’d done for her earlier. Steve was setting a trend, an expectation, and it was exactly what he’d want to set.
He wanted her to know he was nearby, available, if she needed anything. But he trusted her to take care of herself.
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Date: 2023-04-13 10:45 pm (UTC)"Hello? Oh, hey Kurt." She watched Steve trying to make himself look busy to make her feel more comfortable. He really was a great guy. The best guy. Who looked great from all angles.
"I'm fine. I promise, I'll be home soon." A pause on her part while she listened. "The roof? That's fine, I guess. I mean, it's the safest for you, so we'll make it work. Thanks, Kurt. Please tell everyone not to worry." A little bit longer and she was hanging up the phone and setting it on the table.
"Can you get up to the roof?" The question was, she hoped, clearly directed at Steve. "Long story but that's where they left my bag."
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Date: 2023-04-16 01:10 am (UTC)He didn’t trust that she’d be alright trying to wander around the apartment without him nearby in case she toppled, but he did trust she knew herself well enough not to push too hard too soon. His instinct was to hover and to care, but he didn’t know her recovery. He just had to keep trusting in the fact that she’d let him know what she needed.
So he snagged his keys from their dish by the door and made the quick trip up to the roof, to find the bag left very obviously in the open. A quick glance around, the whole thing really felt a little like some kind of top secret hand off, and he just scooped it up and brought it back downstairs to hand it over to her.
“Your people do quick work, getting all the way down here in as long as it takes to have breakfast,” he noted, clearly impressed with the efficiency.
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Date: 2023-05-04 12:18 am (UTC)"Kurt is a teleporter. As long as he can see where he's going, he just 'poofs' over. We've been working on using satellite images to show him where he's going to go, then testing to see how far he can go. So they used my GPS signal, got a satellite picture of the building, then voila." She decided to pretend like the whole bag thing hadn't happened. There was only so much she could face at once. Not being able to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen without his help had pretty much hit her limit for the time being.
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Date: 2023-05-05 08:23 am (UTC)And instead his face crinkled slightly, more at the idea that someone had a satellite pointed at his building than anything else. He wasn’t surprised, not really, knew rationally that any organization that did what they did had to have access to imaging, but the knowledge that there was something looking right at his private life? Didn’t sit well.
“Gotta admit, that’s pretty handy,” was all he said though, an equal part impressed with the teleporting. He really could see how it would be useful. “Especially when it means getting you a change of clothes.”
He did still like the idea of her in his, no matter how ridiculously big they might be on her, but with her own things she could be more comfortable and hopefully relax enough to rest and recover.
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Date: 2023-05-27 03:20 am (UTC)"I can't vouch for the intentions of the people who own the satellites, but I can say that we're mostly trying to get Kurt in and out without being noticed. He can't blend in like I can." Not only was he tall and lanky, but he was blue and had a tail, and only 3 fingers on each hand. Sadly those who were afraid of mutants trended toward being outright violent toward the ones who looked so obviously different.
She leaned over and unzipped the bag, rooting through it until she found what she was hoping for - sweat pants.
"You okay with me waiting a little to take a shower? I wanna let this food kick in, give me some strength back."
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Date: 2023-05-31 03:19 am (UTC)The only thing he wouldn’t budge on was not letting her leave until she was able to comfortably do it under her own power.
“I’m not going to rush you into anything. Take some time, do it when you feel up to it.” He wasn’t even going to complain if she didn’t want to shower at all for another day or two. “Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable instead?”
There was a question in his gaze that he didn’t voice. He’d of course help her to the couch or back to bed if she wanted it, but Kate was independent. She might not want.
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Date: 2023-06-22 03:15 am (UTC)She looked up, fully expecting him to be watching her with barely-restrained concern, ready to jump to her side at the first sign of weakness. She felt pretty good, all things considered. Definitely stronger than earlier.
"So what's one step up from 'death warmed over'? Because I think I've achieved that."
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Date: 2023-06-24 03:45 am (UTC)A bit of food in her had apparently made a big difference.
“Whatever you call it, it looks alive,” he said with a hint of joking in his voice, holding out a hand to her. “C’mon. You can make yourself at home on the couch until you’re up to anything more.”
He would even put on a movie or something for her. Steve wasn’t much of a television watcher but he did have one.
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