A/N: Hi everyone! I posted this story to my Tumblr, theonceoverthinker, a couple of days ago, and it got some pretty good reception, so I thought I'd bring it here! So, to help me get over a bout of writer's block, my new friend killianmesmalls (Btw, if you are on Tumblr and are not following her, fix that) gave me a fun prompt about Rogers acting more fatherly towards Tilly in a nagging way, and how Tilly would act in such a case.

Please enjoy it, and if you want, leave a comment afterwards!

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Quite a few people have given Tilly marmalade sandwiches, but never before has someone taken one away.

Rogers had come by to Tilly's hideaway. That wasn't new. He had come by quite often over the past few weeks. His visits were mostly to play chess, but on occasion, he swung over to check in on her and see to it that she was safe and comfortable, often with the occasional remark about how Tilly needed to take better care of herself. Tilly's response was always a simple dare: "Make me."

Tilly was facing away from Rogers when he stepped in. She welcomed him in with a mouth half full of her precious marmalade.

There was a smell that followed him in. It was meaty, but smelled of spices too.

Tilly turned around and waved at Rogers. In his hands were two pieces of Tupperware, both filled with food. She asked him if he was here for another game. Instead of answering, he gives her a look. It's a far cry from the one he gave her the night Eloise Gardener was found, but there's negativity there, just mundane negativity, safe negativity.

"You've got to eat something other than marmalade, Tilly. Look, I brought you some chicken and a really good tomato sauce and some steamed broccoli."

It was nothing new.

"Make me," she dared, as she had about three times before at this point.

"Oh I intend to," Rogers said, darkly.

Tilly froze. Never had she expected him to actually act on their banter. She looked into one of his containers. What was inside was green and had a smell she hated. Did he really expect her to eat that? It would very likely come up the same way it went down.

It felt like the tables had turned, and it was her turn to be shot in the heart.

What happened next was worse.

He took her sandwich.

"That's my lunch!" Alice protested.

Rogers smirked at her. "I don't doubt you'll get another one of these, but right now, we're eating healthy." He then grabbed a couple of plates and utensils that were scattered around the train car, snipping about how they were going to clean this place the next time he came over. During that time, Tilly made no less that two attempts to take back her sandwich. She would've attempted more, but following the second attempt, Rogers opened the door to her hideaway and threw it as hard as he could. She pouted. "You'll thank me later," he said in response.

When the table was finally set, he put some of the food on their plates. Tilly, in return, gave him a stink eye. Who did Rogers think he was, taking her food, and making comments?

Tilly wasn't about to let him have his way. She glared, she held her breath - she really did everything but kick him out. No matter what, she didn't have the heart to do that, if only for the fear that once gone, he would never return.

Still, Rogers didn't give up, despite how appealing Tilly likely made the concept.

"I'm not leaving until that food is in your belly." Tilly glared harder. "I made it myself with love," he teased.

Rogers' tease made Tilly glare fall, and a bit of a smile rise. It was the first time he really joked with her and damnit, it was a little unexpected! He was like a snake charmer, but a nice, trustworthy one!

She decided to take one bite, just to appease Rogers. It wasn't bad, not the chicken at least, and one bit of that turned into several more. However, the broccoli was awful, and even half a bite was more than enough for her for one lifetime.

It was enough for Rogers. He was openly smiling now.

"See?" He boasted. "Not that bad!"

"Not as good as marmalade, though," Tilly shot right back. "You'll be buying me another sandwich later, by the way, for the one you tarnished."

"I will," Rogers said, sighing as he placed his and Tilly's plates in the sink. "You can keep the rest of the food."

"I'm not eating the broccoli."

Rogers seemed to know that that would be the case. "Fine, but I'm bringing another vegetable next time."

"Overrated, they are, vegetables."

"If you like cholesterol levels, sure."

Normally, this kind of talk would annoy her. She didn't need anyone telling her how to eat, or how to decorate. It was always so harsh and mean.

Then again, Tilly knew Rogers wasn't doing this to be mean. She wasn't a pawn to him like she was with Weaver. He brought her food, and played with her, and asked her if she was cold in her hideaway. He made sure she always had his contact information, and let her know when his shifts were.

And all he wanted in return was for her to eat the occasional item off the food pyramid. It was still rubbish to her, the whole pyramid, but for Rogers, she supposed she could do it every once in a while.

"Bring me some carrots. They've got a nice crunch, and they're sweet."

Rogers raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that she would be so forthcoming over a topic she was until a few moments ago, so stubborn about.

What happened next was something even better.

He smiled again.

"You got it." Tilly walked him out. After making sure she knew where to find him if needed, Rogers promised to be over in a couple of days with every garbage bag, paper towel, and cleaning supply he could find. Tilly simply shook her head and said that she'd lock him out if he tried that, but the way Rogers looked at her suggested that he knew he'd get in one way or the other.

As Rogers left, she sat down and smirked.

He might just make her an upstanding civilian yet, but she promised to make it one hell of a ride until then.