I’m sorry. Am I supposed to care?

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"Yeah, what happened?" She asked raising an eyebrow

"Hydra happened," he sighed. "They almost caught my scent."

When he dropped the pillows and blankets she went right to work. She moved some of the furniture around for better construction and began draping the blankets leaving Roger to place the pillows.

After she was satisfied she went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple beers before hearing another crack of thunder and scurried into the living room and under the fort.

Considering that Roger wasn't nearly as big of a veteran at making blanket forts as Kate, he was glad to be on pillow duty. He tossed them here and there, evenly pillowing the area.

He flinched at the next thunder clap, too, realizing suddenly that he wasn't flinching because he was scared - but rather because he knew Kate was. He welcomed into the fort, taking the beers from her and pulling her close to him with his other arm. "Hey, on the bright side - all these pillows have got to act as some kind of sounds barrier."

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"It’s fine. Just tell me what you were up to today."

"You sure?" He seemed uncertain about it, but he continued anyway. "I don't know. I guess you could say I... got my exercise."

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"Okay, then you tell me about your day." She said shifting her position on the couch.

He sniffed dryly. "It's fine." He glanced at her, a glint of guilt in his eyes. "I didn't mean to ignore you."

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Luckily Kate was the kind of person that didn’t give a shit about public displays of affection as long as they weren’t making out in front of people. She enjoyed holding hands or the arms around the shoulders when they walked. She enjoyed a quick peck here and there. But this, she really like because Roger didn’t mind doing it. Kate still gets paranoid in large crowds or when they are walking at night so Roger does his best to comfort her when he can. Right now, she needed it, and thank god for the super serum because there was no danger for him to catch the cold.

When he mentioned the blanket she smiled “Yeah, what should we do with it first?” She asked with a sniffle as she looked up at him, feeling dwarfed by their size difference. “Should we make a pillow fort and snuggle with it and watch movies? Or maybe play a board game?” She asked rather hopefully. 

His thumb moved to push her stray hair from her face, his mind desperately trying to cling to Kate's face, her presence, her scent, anything but to focus on panicking. Luckily for him, Kate was enough. She always had been, ever since they met. Roger could always look to her for a sense of calm.

"How about... all of the above?" He asked, his tone as hopeful as hers. He knew she wouldn't have suggested them without knowing they'd make her feel better. He didn't like boardgames, but he'd damn well be willing to make her smile by playing them. He noticed her shaking shoulders, and his brows came together in worry. "Are you cold?"

Kate had just worked off a frustrating day at the gym. All she wanted was a shower and a cuddle so when she arrived back to her apartment she felt a spark of happiness. When she walked in she gave Roger a smile and a kiss on the top of the head before jumping into the shower and changing into pajamas.

Kate was drying her hair when she heard the clap of thunder echo through her apartment. She jumped and dropped the towel on the floor as her muscles tensed. She could hear Roger calling out for her and when he entered the room with a smile she couldn't help but feel at ease.

"I think I'm okay...but uh I'd like to make one if you aren't busy." Kate responded as another clap of thunder sounded sending Kate over to Roger.

A knowing smile crossed the clone's features at her admittance. "Of course I'm not busy," he said. Even he flinched at the next thunder clap, but embrace Kate's frame all the same when she came to him.

"C'mon," he said, trying to make his voice sound calming or loving - it had always been difficult for him to show emotions. He'd been made without them, after all. He led her into the living room and sat her on the couch, going to shut the blinds as best he could so the lightning wouldn't show through. Next he retrieved as many blankets and pillows as he could hold from the linen closet, and dumped them by her feet.

"Okay," he said officially, picking one up. "Let's do this."

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"You fell asleep and I was trying to tell you about my day."

He sighed. "It's been a long one for me, too."

Peter sagged with relief, downing the shot. Of course, his underage drinking was what was meant. Roger couldn’t possibly know about his secret identity - he was pretty careful after all.

Chugging half the water that was placed before him, he paused when Roger put his hand on his shoulder. “Secrets have a cost, they’re not for free,” he mumbled back, echoing Aunt May’s words. “But sometimes…. Sometimes I think secrets are important to be kept. Like… like some secrets are pretty big…or could hurt people if they knew so… so keeping them is the best option, you know?”

He had thought about telling everyone he was Spider-man. I mean, Ironman seemed to manage fairly well? But Ironman also had a ton of money and probably an excellent security system. And could Peter really risk the lives of those he cared about? Spider-man had enemies and those enemies would go after Aunt May or Gwen or Harry first if they knew. He couldn’t take that chance.

"Nothing's free, Pete," Roger replied, bitterness dripping through his words like venom. But one glance back at Peter, and his voice softened slightly. There was no need in taking out his bitterness towards his own existence on Peter. "I guess... tha's true," he said slowly, his hazy thoughts running in circles, trying to grasp Peter's concepts. "I guess secrets are better than some'n gettin' hurt."

Meanwhile, the bartender had long since began to have his suspicions about the pair and their heavy drinking. While Roger seemed to be in the clear, his beard undoubtedly aging him, Peter seemed to be the main star of the bartender's attention.

Roger glanced at the man as he came closer to where he and Peter were sitting, and the clone immediately dropped the cash onto the counter, grabbed Peter's jacket sleeve, and pulled him from the stool and towards the door. "We gotta go, kid," the clone slurred, stumbling towards the door with the teenager in tow.

Kate probably stood in front of him for a minute just staring at the spot on the couch. If she were to sit down there she would never turn back from a road that showed how weak she really could be. She was always putting up such a strong stance for Roger because he needed it, she needed to be strong for him in so many ways.

Finally after standing in silence for a minute Kate found herself shaking her head “no, I’m sorry just forget I ever brought it up.” She finally replied as she turned on her heels and started to walk towards the bedroom.

Roger sat patiently, his eyes boring into hers, awaiting a movement that would indicate that she either complied with or denied his offer. He knew how it felt holding things in -- he had done so since he first came into existence, on that Hydra table, surrounded by all of those blood-covered scientists. He hid so they wouldn't have to dissect what he shouldn't have felt.

Whatever Roger was expecting from Kate, it wasn't what she did. With her curt words and sudden turn to leave, the clone was at a loss as to what exactly he should do. He watched Kate's form move into the bedroom, and only then did he stand from the sofa and follow her footsteps. Leaning against the door frame, he stared at the floor. "I can't forget you brought it up," he said, his voice caught between worry and anger.

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"What are you up to Mr. Stevens?" Kate asked cheerfully with a smirk as she peeked into the kitchen "can I see?"

"Ugh, please don't call me that," he whined, attempting to wipe a smudge of flour from his chin, but only managing to spread it even further because of the amount of flower on his hand. "Not much to see, but sure." There's wet mound of dough on the counter, and flour covered everything within a three feet radius.

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Kate was pissed. All she wanted was to have a cute weekend full of fluffiness and romance with her boyfriend. She had planned it to a T but on thursday her body shut down any plan she had. Maybe it was the change in the season, that’s what she wanted to believe, but then the fever set in. Luckily for her, Roger didn’t mind taking care of her, after all it got him out of a packed weekend.

All she wanted to do was go home but the long line proceeded to mock her as her sinuses took a turn for the worse. Sniffle after sniffle, and the super coupon lady at the front of the line almost brought her to tears of frustration. Sniffling she turned to Rodger and walked over to him, eagerly walking into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around the trunk of his body and buried her face in his chest.

Strong arms encased Kate's torso, bringing her closer to the clone. Roger's hand rubbed strong but soothing circles into her back, his mouth planting a quick kiss in her hair. He was all too aware of the stares they were receiving, some smiles, some grimaces; it wasn't that he wasn't worried about them -- because oh, he definitely was -- it was just that Kate was more important just then.

"You okay? Wait, no, don't answer that, it was stupid," he stammered quietly, comfortably placing his chin on the top of her head. "I know you're not okay. But I swear, we'll have a great time when we finally get home. That new blanket's gonna be fun, right?" He was just trying to get her to smile. He lifted her chin. "And the meds? They're gonna make you good as new, Katie. I promise."