MHA #10- Friday afternoon

[throughaphase]

Kitty was still telling herself she wasn't sick. Sure, she had all the signs of a cold and had been resorting to taking over the counter medicine, but she was still telling herself that that was a preventative measure, because mind over matter or something. And see, she'd even brought paperwork home with her from Caritas two days ago so it wouldn't be like she was missing work at all. Said work was sitting ignored and untouched on the coffee table while she was curled up on the sofa with a blanket and some awful Syfy movie on because the remote had fallen on the floor and getting it was going to be more work than Kitty was willing to put in.

Okay, so maybe she was a little bit sick. And a lot wishing she was telekinetic.


[For that guy!]

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[so_hawkward]

Clint had heard that Kitty was sick thanks to the radio, and he might not have known a lot about being a great boyfriend, but some things were just intuitive. Once he was done with his class, he headed for her apartment and knocked lightly in case she was sleeping.

[throughaphase]

Now Kitty had a dilemma, because she was going to have to get up. Why couldn't she be Reed Richards for like five seconds and stretch to the door? "Coming," she called, and finally got up, deciding that they were at the stage of things where he could see her in sleep clothes after a couple days of being a lump and she'd be fine with it.

"Hi," she greeted him when she opened the door. "Enter at your own risk. There's been some self-quarantine."

[so_hawkward]

"I have a strong immune system," he said as he came inside. "How are you feeling? Is that a stupid question?"

[throughaphase]

"It's not. I think I'm on the mend." She didn't sound it. "It's been like a little mini vacation from work."

[so_hawkward]

"Right, you totally sound fine," Clint said, making sure the door was closed and locked behind him before trying to guide Kitty back to the couch. "Come on, sit down and relax. Have you eaten yet?" That was the sort of thing you asked someone sick, right?

[throughaphase]

Oh, couch. Sweet, blessed, comfortable couch. "No, but I only woke up a couple hours ago. There was NyQuil," she said.

[so_hawkward]

"Yeah, NyQuil on an empty stomach probably isn't a good thing." As soon as Kitty looked settled, Clint headed for the kitchen to see what kind of food she had. "Do you have any soup?" he called.

[throughaphase]

Was it bad that she liked that he felt comfortable enough to go into her kitchen like that?

"Cabinet by the stove," Kitty said. "Are you making me soup?"

[so_hawkward]

"No, I was going to hit you with the can to make you go to sleep again."

Then, because Clint realized his sense of humor might be a little weird, he added, "Yes, I'm making you soup. It's classic 'make sick people feel better' food."

[throughaphase]

His sense if humor was weird, but that was okay. "I can't remember the last time someone made me soup," she said. "I think I was still at home."

[so_hawkward]

"Do you want something else instead?" Clint asked, peeking out of the kitchen. "What'll make you feel better. You don't get to say nothing, for the record."

[throughaphase]

"No, no, this is good," she assured him, peeking back over the couch at him. "This is awesome. I'm just a little surprised. In a good way."

[so_hawkward]

"I know I'm normally a pizza guy, but I am capable of warming up some soup," Clint said with mock offense.

[throughaphase]

"If I didn't need this pillow, I'd be throwing it at you right now," Kitty told him. "I mean, people usually avoid me when I'm sick. Apparently I'm not fun."

Which was a nice way of saying she got crabbier and crabbier as the illness went on.

[so_hawkward]

"Oh. Well, if you get less fun, I'll just suggest you take more NyQuil, problem solved," Clint said, smirking and getting the soup going. "You're fine right now, at least."

[throughaphase]

"Someone brought his snark to the party," Kitty said, smiling. "I'm fine right now because my entire head doesn't feel like it's floating a few feet above my neck and because I have a terrific boyfriend."

[so_hawkward]

"Awww, you're just saying that because I'm feeding you." Not that hearing it didn't make Clint feel better, of course. "I'm sorry you don't feel well, honestly."

[throughaphase]

"Me, too. And I'm sorry you don't get happy, healthy Kitty today. I'm glad you came over, though," she said, "and not just because you're cooking and because the remote is all the way over there."

[so_hawkward]

"Do you need me to get the remote for you?" There might have been a hint of "really?" to Clint's tone, but he wasn't dumb enough to say it out loud.

[throughaphase]

"No," she said, only because she heard that tone. "I made it to the door, I can get a remote."

No, she was just going to leave the TV on this channel.

[so_hawkward]

"Are you sure? I don't want you to wear yourself out," Clint said innocently, coming out of the kitchen and looking for the remote.

[throughaphase]

"I'm a tough girl, I can handle it," Kitty told him, and paused. "But I mean, if you're already out here..."

She was clearly teasing with the last part, but she also wouldn't object to him actually getting it.

[so_hawkward]

Clint smirked and leaned over to grab the remote.

You were welcome for the nice view, Kitty.

"Here, now you can watch something that won't melt your brain," he said. "Unless you like Syfy movies?"

[throughaphase]

"I love you," Kitty said sweetly. And now just for that view, though that was part of it. "We're definitely going for non-brain melty. Is there anything you want on?"

[so_hawkward]

"Nah, you're the sick one, you can put on whatever you want," Clint said. "Although something non-chick-flicky would be appreciated."

[throughaphase]

She gave him a patient look. "Do I look like a chick flick kind of girl to you?"

Those were saved for breakups and really bad PMS. Times you had to cry at something, really.

[so_hawkward]

"No, you don't, but people get different when they're sick," Clint said. He went back into the kitchen and checked on the soup, getting out a bowl for Kitty too. "Fair warning, I turn into a baby when I get sick."

[throughaphase]

Kitty almost said that sounded like most guys, but why say that when she could prepare herself? "How bad?"

[so_hawkward]

"Pouting, burrowing in covers, cursing the world and everything in it," Clint said. "Things no one should see and mock me over later."

[throughaphase]

"Those sound like totally appropriate reactions to me," Kitty said with a little smirk, not finding anything she liked on TV and just sticking with some random thing on HBO. "Of course, I can't mock you later if you don't mock me for this, so."

[so_hawkward]

"I won't mock you, I promise. Unless you get significantly worse," Clint warned. "Or you get me terribly sick in return."

[throughaphase]

"Nope," Kitty decided. "Your strong immune system's just going to have to do its job because we're not both allowed to get this."

[so_hawkward]

"I'll keep that in mind." Clint laughed softly as he tested the soup and decided it was warm enough, then got some into a bowl and brought it back out to Kitty with a spoon. "Here. Eat carefully, all right?" he said, sitting down beside her.

[throughaphase]

"I promise not to end up with it all over me," she teased, taking the bowl. "Your boyfriend score goes up just that much higher today."

[so_hawkward]

"Uh oh, there's a score? Does that mean it can go down if I do badly?" Clint asked.

[throughaphase]

"It's a score I just made up," Kitty admitted, trying the soup. "Though I don't think you've done anything yet that would make it go down."

[so_hawkward]

Ah, but that 'yet' meant it was always possible. "I've been trying with the help and support and proper use of body parts you like," he said. "I'm glad I'm on track."

[throughaphase]

"I can tell you're trying," she said with a little smile. "And considering not trying was a factor in previous breakups, I'm glad for it. Gold star."