It surprised Rogue how easy it was for her to fall asleep next to Steve, let alone stay that way for very long. It had been a long time since she'd known what it was like to have someone beside her like that, and she could only assume that it was because of the trust she felt for him that she was able to let her guard down so thoroughly.

Still, she was working with the instincts of someone who'd lived through a war, and at the first sign of trouble she was awake, her eyes open as she listened for whatever it was. One of those twitches was what she felt first, and then she heard that soft whine and she knew.

Sitting up a little, she stayed mostly where she was, still touching Steve so her movements wouldn't jar him out of whatever nightmare he was caught in. "Steve," she called quietly, hoping to ease him out of the dream so he wouldn't be so disoriented when he woke. "Steve, sugar, you're dreaming. You need to wake up."