Kate Bishop is practically an Avenger. (hawkeyetoo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-05-10 07:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), kate bishop (hawkeye) |
Who: Hawkeye^2
When: When Kate was super sick, early April
Where: Hawkeye Apartment
What: Tending the sick
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Clint wouldn’t say he was a brilliant ‘nurse’ type. He could probably make sure someone didn’t die, but he wasn’t so good at the bedrest himself, so really he likely wasn’t the best one to make sure someone else got it. But Kate? She was just adorably tragic in her little sick pout. From what he could tell it was just a little cold and/or flu thing, not dream related, since neither of them were having the ‘someone has poisoned someone and that someone is dying’ dreams, which was good.
He was actually qualified for ‘make someone feel better’ help at least.
It involved so many blankets on the bed that it was like a fort, enough chicken soup to last the year, making sure Lucky was in prime snuggle mode all the time, and keeping Kate company. He’d picked up a smaller television that could be put up in the bedroom so that she wasn’t bored, got their netflix up so that she didn’t need to squeeze herself onto the sofa and figured out how to heat up soup without burning the place down.
Good husbanding, that’s what he thought at least.
“Hey babe, you wanna prop up and have some soup. I got you some of those bitchin’ rolls to go with, see if you can’t get back onto solids.” Clint wasn’t really avoiding the contact at all, if he got sick after her that was fine, he’d just hibernate under the covers for a week, and feeling Kate’s forehead was the best way to make sure she wasn’t hitting dangerous fever zones.
Kate was actually starting to feel a little better. The worst was probably gone, and she was on the slow upswing. Also, it was total crap that she’d been laying in bed for weeks now. She was restless, and tired of these four walls.
When Clint came in with her food, she pulled herself upright and tossed off the blanket. She was wearing sweats and thick socks, so she wasn’t cold. She felt sticky, though. In desperate need of a shower. A smile crossed her features, though, as she looked up and over at her husband. “I think so. I’m hungry.” She was feeling it for the first time in days.
The sign of hunger was good, Clint assumed, since he’d been needing to poke Kate into eating something, even through not being hungry, just so that she didn’t completely waste away. “Great, hang on.” Gathering everything up, getting a tray for Kate, Clint headed back with things, chicken soup, a glass of water and a soft roll baked with cheese melted over the top.
“You got a little bit of colour in your cheeks, huh.” At least it wasn’t bright pink. That had to mean that she was starting to get better, right? “You feeling much better?”
An appetite was a good thing, so it seemed to Kate. She pulled her hair up into a sloppy ponytail to get it off her face, realizing after she did that it was probably greasy and disgusting. Ugh. Clint was gonna want a divorce after this damn cold made her completely unappealing. Siiiiiigh. But that was later. Now he was nursing her back to health, so she gave him her full attention. “Yeah? Some color?” She asked, and brought her fingertips to press against them. They were warm, but not flushed. She didn’t feel feverish. That was a good sign, right?
“I’m… yeah, I think so. Still foggy, but I’m pulling through.” She folded down the edge of the blanket at her lap. “So… what’s for lunch?”
Most of the time, Clint felt bad because of how cute Kate looked when she snuggled up to sleep it off. He knew she felt terrible and was probably feverish, but she still looked all cute wrapped up in blankets to try and escape it all. “Yeah, you’ve got little rosy cheeks, but not fever lookin’.”
Being sick wasn’t always the best, and it was worse when there was nothing you could take for it either. “Chicken soup, soft roll and a glass of water, if you’re up for something later we’ll migrate to the sofa, okay?” Later he’d try to get her to have a bath, change the sheets, get her freshened up, it might help her feel less groggy herself.
“Lucky is gonna hang out in the living room until you’re finished, so he’s not stealing half your food.”
“Oh good.” Kate had a slightly sleepy grin on her face as she lifted her utensils to dig in. Or, just the one. Spoon. Because what other utensils did a girl need for soup? She leaned back against the pillows. “I don’t think I could fight him off today, and he’d probably love this… what is this? Campbell’s?” Whatever soup it was, it was delicious. Kate was really glad to have an appetite again. Things were tasting better. Finally.
Lucky meant well, and it was just affection, but sometimes the big lug just needed to settle down a little. He wasn’t keeping the dog away from Kate all the time, snuggles were good for the pair of them, but when she was working up the strength to eat, it was important. “Campbells,” Clint agreed as he settled beside her on the bed, legs stretched out in front of him while he watched to see how she did with it, “Chicken soup for the soul right? I dunno, it’s meant to help, protein and all that.”
Something warm to heat her insides without adding to the fever. And the roll was to line her stomach a little. “Maybe we’ll see if you’ve got the power to move from the bedroom to the sofa and watch some TV tonight, huh.”
“I hear there’s something about the sodium, too.” Kate said between bites. Man, she must be feeling a bit better if she was able to eat like this. Unfortunately, she’d been so weak for so many days, maybe her stomach shrank or something. After about half the bowl of soup and a couple bites of the bread, she felt incredibly full. Then she laid back against the pillows again, suddenly exhausted.
“TV.” She repeated after him, breaking into a sleepy smile. “TV sounds so good. You know what I want to watch? Wheel of Fortune. Is that weird? Am I having strange, TV cravings?”
He wasn’t too surprised that she didn’t finish things. If they had to build her up to a full meal in numerous small meals, that was fine. He’d make something later on, a sandwich or some scrambled eggs, see how that went while she got some strength back.
Dishes put aside, Clint scooched in to the side so Kate was bracketed a little while she laid back, “Hey, if wheel of fortune works, it works. It’s probably better than Teen Mom or that Dr Phil stuff.” But then, wasn’t everything better than that?
“You can snuggle up with Lucky, I’ll get the bedding changed, a nice bath and I bet you’ll feel way better in the morning.” It was just about kicking the after effects butt now, wasn’t it.
“Mmm.” Kate was actually pretty comfy laying back against her pillow, her head tucked against her husband’s shoulder. (Also, how weird was it still that he was her husband? They just fell into this domestic routine that seemed to suit them both perfectly. So far, neither had fucked anything up. A little surprising, but really, really good.)
“Okay. God, a bath sounds good.” She spoke in a sleepy, dreamy voice, totally content to lay there. Actually, she was dreading the moment he made her move. Though, cuddling with Lucky under a blanket on the living room sofa sounded super nice, too.
Chuckling just a little under his breath, Clint looped his arm around her shoulders where she rested in against him; he had no problem carting her from place to place around the apartment, depositing her where she could rest before the next time to move her. If it helped her get better he’d do it without a single complaint.
“You wanna nap a little first? I’ll get the dishes done, take Lucky out, you can get some more shut eye?” Since apparently that was what helped with these things.
“Mmm.” Kate said, cuddling even closer to Clint’s side. Her eyes were already closed, and her breathing slowing. “Not long. I need to nap for not long because I want to actually sleep tonight.” No sleeping all day and laying awake all night.
Clint was careful in moving, lying Kate onto the bed with the pillows propped up around her for comfort and to help her stop from coughing too much. “Half hour, I’ll come get you,” she was pretty much already asleep right then though, Clint just dropping a kiss on her forehead before removing himself and the dishes to get Lucky out for his walk and back to keep Kate company for the night.