Pietro was up unusually early - or rather he was still awake from the night before, marathoning sessions on his games consoles and eating cheetos until he ran out of snacks and energy. A couple of hours and he was good again and zipping around, making coffee and toast for himself. He didn't want to wake her though.
He cursed himself as he heard her call his name, wandering through to her bedroom with a mug of coffee in her hand, "I know, I know, I'm sorry for waking you, little dove..." he put the coffee next to her and caught sight of her. "Jesus, are you sick??"