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Rogue's room had the air of one that was unlived in. It had been almost half a year since she'd begun sleeping at other people's places. Mostly Spike's, a few times Wolverine's, but almost never in a room alone. She spent time her in her room, and kept things there, but it didn't feel the way it had when it had been constantly a mess and fully hers.

That kind of thing seemed to be going around. At least, her room wasn't the only thing that felt half-alien and unfamiliar.

After more than two hours of not moving, Rogue's eyelids twitched. Her lashes fluttered open and she took in the room with a calm, steady gaze. Not sedated- not any more- although a certain lethargy clung to her initial movements, turning her head and and shifting against the mattress, pushing herself up on her elbows and frowning a little as her head fell forward, heavy.

"Mnh."

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[notawastedlife]

"An easy adjust- no, it's strange, it is," Tony said, frowning once again at Steve Rogers the young woman, "increasingly strange."

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"How are you coping?" she asked, with no discernible motive or judgment.

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"Badly," Tony said. "I'm a mess. I'm very confused, I don't know how to handle this."

Beat. "Captain America is a fox, it's just- I can't cope with that."

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"Well," she said, tone deadpan, "I was put on a stamp, once."

This could have been a joke, albeit not in the sense that it hadn't happened.

[notawastedlife]

...did Captain America just tell a joke?

Well, pseudo-Captain America, that was still quite offputting.

"Was that a- well, they put a lot of people on stamps," Tony said, "and very few of them could be swimsuit models. Abe does work that hat, though."

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Rogue's gaze sharpened a little, but the focus was directly internally. She seemed to be taking careful measure of something for a moment, and when her gaze moved back to Tony it was somehow much more penetrating.

"Tony, there's something important I want to say to you. Possibly you'll dismiss it out of hand, possibly you'll taken offense, and I understand either reaction completely. Rogue's mind is volatile, and even before she had Ms. Marvel's powers she was dangerous- there are a lot of ghosts in here clamoring for the driver's seat. I don't know when or if we'll speak again, so let me say now, as a future friend, that I'm worried about you, Tony. I don't want to see you drive yourself to drink again over circumstances in this place you can't control. You're a hero, and you're stronger than that."

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Tony stared at... her? Him? He stared at Captain America, a little taken aback. A little dumbfounded.

"That's very nice of you to say," he said, formally. "And very- did you do after-school specials? You should. Maybe directed more... appropriately, I've been around a while, maybe not... heroically, but. Not really a school for it to be after."

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"Tony," she began sternly, then swooned, stumbling forward a step, reaching a hand blindly out to try and catch herself on something stable.