"It's ironic to the point that it's almost poetic," Vision told her, placing the antihistamines on the kitchen side as she shuffled out of her bedroom swaddled in her bedsheet. "A gardener with hay fever."

"Don't think I haven't noticed," she muttered darkly, swallowing one of the pills. "And I've got a cold. That'll teach me to think sleeping outdoors with no blanket is a good idea." She sniffed. "Urgh. I normally remember to take 'em, it's just I was so busy…" she coughed feebly and rested her head on Vision's chest. "I'm assuming you're immune to puny human viruses."

"As am I," he said, pressing his fingers to her forehead. "You're rather hot."

"Too hot," she mumbled, "hot damn."

"Very witty," he said, and she poked her tongue out at him. "Where do you keep your medicine?"

"Cutlery drawer. Don't ask."

He popped a couple of ibuprofen and ran a glass under the tap before handing it to her. "Go back to bed."

"I've been in bed for the last twenty two hours, V. No."

"Well, you're certainly not going out."

"I'll just curl up in my chair and feel sorry for mys-"

"WWRREEEAAOOWW!"

"Rachel Carson's already taken it," said Vision, helpfully.

"Ya don't say." She dropped the disgruntled cat onto the floor and curled up in the tattered armchair. Rachel Carson gave her a disdainful look and jumped up onto the kitchen side, headbutting Vision's hand to get his attention. "She hates Sam, y'know."

"He has mentioned it," Vision replied, scratching Rachel Carson behind the ears. "I don't think he's dreadfully fond of her, either."

"I did get that impression. Thanks for coming round."

"It was no bother."

She wrinkled her nose. "Mmm, I still don't like asking you to do this stuff, considering you're an Avenger and all. It's just I don't have anyone else, up here at least- oh, crap, that reminds me."

"What?"

"My Austin friends are doing a road trip, and they said we should meet up when they go through New York."

"Are you not going with them?"

I wasn't invited. "Nah, I didn't fancy it. Road trips aren't my thing, anyway."

"Eva," he said, "you're a terrible liar."

She pulled the bedsheet over her head. "I'm repressing all negative emotions regarding it, please don't drag them out of me."

"Only because you asked so nicely. Can I suggest taking Sam with you?"

She peered through a fold in the sheet. "Why?"

"Because your so-called friends might be somewhat envious if you have a superhero as your significant other."

"Aw!" she said, and coughed. When she had recovered, "you're getting competitive. I think the rest of us might be having an adverse effect on you. You watch yourself, V, we need to maintain your angelic personality."

He laughed. "Allow yourself some time to recuperate, Eva. The Avengers will manage without their coffee girl for a few days."

"Bull."

A/N AHHH WE PASSED 200 REVIEWS AHHH (congratulations to the guest writer "Me" for being the lucky 200th) thank you all so much! As promised, Eva has now twittered- her username is evakresk (original, I know) so go! go! go! follow the tiny tattooed gardener! And I love you.