Rogue had no plans of informing Steve that the cat had been let out of the star-spangled bag. If he wanted to keep that part of his life a secret, that was fine by her, and it wasn't as if she didn't completely understand why he would want to do so. Captain America was an incredibly well-known figure, which of course tended to be the case when one saved the world, but not everyone had to deal with people wanting autographs and wearing t-shirts with your symbol on their chest. From what she'd remembered during her brief period of research on Steve Rogers, he'd tried desperately to join the Army to help fight in the war, but his genetics had cursed him with a body ill-suited for the military. It had only been through that government experiment that he'd managed to surpass that obstacle.
She'd tried to combat her own genetics once, but she hadn't been able to go through with it. Her mutation was who she was, and without it she would have felt out of place among the people she'd come to call family. But even now it took a great deal of effort not to hate the mutation that had led to her being tortured, but had also allowed her to help save the world.
No, she understood all too well just wanting to live a normal life after having been put through the 'superhero' wringer. It was what she wanted herself, after all. To just be a normal girl talking to a normal guy. That they both had some pretty big secrets didn't matter just yet. If they continued talking after the party, if she managed to get to know him like she was really starting to want to, then she would let on that she'd figured out his secret. Whether she would tell her own, though... that was the real mystery.
"You say rough, I say endearing," she corrected with a fond smile. "Especially when you flash that grin of yours. When you are ready to take that step, I'm pretty sure you'll have a line of girls out the door wanting to date Steve the Adorable All-American Guy." She might have been teasing him a little, but it was good-natured and the words were sincere.
"I've been getting the same kind of thing your friend's been giving you," she admitted. "The girls at work keep telling me to just let loose and have a good time, use 'em and lose 'em I believe is the way they phrased it, but I've never been that kind of person. It took years for me to let down my guard enough for my husband to get an emotional foot in the door, and even if it's been years since he died, it's hard to just move on from losing someone you cared about." She took a deep breath and gave a slight shake of her head. "If I were to be in a relationship with someone again... Well, I don't know exactly what I would want, but I know it's not the kind of thing that keeps being suggested to me."
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She'd tried to combat her own genetics once, but she hadn't been able to go through with it. Her mutation was who she was, and without it she would have felt out of place among the people she'd come to call family. But even now it took a great deal of effort not to hate the mutation that had led to her being tortured, but had also allowed her to help save the world.
No, she understood all too well just wanting to live a normal life after having been put through the 'superhero' wringer. It was what she wanted herself, after all. To just be a normal girl talking to a normal guy. That they both had some pretty big secrets didn't matter just yet. If they continued talking after the party, if she managed to get to know him like she was really starting to want to, then she would let on that she'd figured out his secret. Whether she would tell her own, though... that was the real mystery.
"You say rough, I say endearing," she corrected with a fond smile. "Especially when you flash that grin of yours. When you are ready to take that step, I'm pretty sure you'll have a line of girls out the door wanting to date Steve the Adorable All-American Guy." She might have been teasing him a little, but it was good-natured and the words were sincere.
"I've been getting the same kind of thing your friend's been giving you," she admitted. "The girls at work keep telling me to just let loose and have a good time, use 'em and lose 'em I believe is the way they phrased it, but I've never been that kind of person. It took years for me to let down my guard enough for my husband to get an emotional foot in the door, and even if it's been years since he died, it's hard to just move on from losing someone you cared about." She took a deep breath and gave a slight shake of her head. "If I were to be in a relationship with someone again... Well, I don't know exactly what I would want, but I know it's not the kind of thing that keeps being suggested to me."