Steve lurched forward a little and then scrabbled to get up and rush to the bathroom.
He barely made it on time, puking his guts out. The ship careening toward the other one was a bit too much for him.

Tony chuckled, but did his best to keep it quiet.
Melissa nudged him though with a frown. "Don't be mean," she said quietly.
Tony smiled at her and shrugged. "Sorry, but it's funny."
Melissa sighed and shook her head, although she smiled a little. She got up and went after Steve, knocking softly on the door. "Steve," she said gently. "You okay?"

"Ugh." Steve managed, leaning on the toilet. He closed his eyes and sighed. "No." He managed. He felt like he was going to get sick again.

Melissa frowned and slipped into the bathroom. She put a hand on his shoulder gently. "Do you want me to help you feel better?" she asked softly.

Steve glanced over and nodded. "Please." He murmured. He closed his eyes, feeling like he had lost most of his energy too.

Melissa leaned over and kissed the top of his head. She closed her eyes and used her powers to gently encourage a calm in him, a stillness.

Steve took a deep breath and straightened, falling back against the wall." Thanks Missy." He whispered softly. He took her hand and gave her a week smile.

Melissa smiled a little and gave his hand a squeeze. "I'll get you some water, okay?" she said softly. She moved out of the room and grabbed a bottle, shaking her head at Tony's smirk. Then she came back and handed him the bottle of water, kneeling in front of him.

"I feel Tony's laugh." He smiled a little. "That man can't hide it." He sipped his water. "I think that'll be enough Start Treck tonight." He managed.

Melissa laughed a little, and nodded. "Yeah," she said softly. "I think you're right." She didn't correct him, letting him just mellow out. "Feeling any better?"

"Thanks to you." He said softly. "I want to kiss you but that wouldn't be a good idea." He said softly. He rested back and closed his eyes. "Want to go to my place or yours?"

Melissa smiled a bit. "Wherever you feel more comfortable," she said softly. "Mine is a little closer though." She shrugged a bit.

Steve smiled a little and nodded. "Let's go to your place. I'm sure fatty cat misses you." He teased her.

Melissa laughed softly and shrugged. "He can fend for himself," she said softly. "He's not really mine. Just a stray that sticks around." She moved closer and helped him up a little.

"Really?" Steve asked. "I want him." He said. "I'm more of a dog person. Hows the puppy? He got a name yet?"