Rogue was having the same thought process on how exactly to get to the bedroom. Steve carrying her would be so much quicker, but she didn't think her head would appreciate it one bit, and then she might end up throwing up all over him anyway.

"Walk," she decided, looping an arm around his middle so she could lean on him for support. It said a great deal about just how terrible she was feeling that Rogue was willing to let Steve fuss over her without even a hint of protest. In fact, she wanted to be looked after, to feel like she was cared for.

And truthfully, she was so thirsty that she'd be fine with whatever he gave her, so long as it was liquid and cold. Even the thought of drinking something warm made her feel nauseous again and she pushed it away.