Steve was good at being a mother hen and getting people to take care of themselves. He wasn't very good at being the recipient of said treatment, however, which Rogue had already gotten a taste of after his nightmare.

Delicately taking the cupcake from Rogue's fingers, Steve could smell the chocolate, and just a hint of the bitterness of the coffee. He carefully peeled the wrapper off, and took a not-insubstantial bite, trying to get an equal amount of cake and frosting, for maximum effect.

The coffee flavor hit his tongue first, a sharp bitterness that was balanced out by the sweetness of the chocolate, and it was amazing. "Incredible," he murmured, holding it out for Rogue to have a bite. "My compliments to the chef," he teased.