[Not just you, they are precious. I am totally down with hints of shipping, bring them on and let's get this ship slowly sailing! And sorry for the delay again, going to try to be more prompt.]
If it were ever to come up in conversation, Rogue would explain to Steve that she completely understood that inexplicable ache of having to give up something that was such a part of yourself. For her, changing her date of birth on identification hadn't been the struggle, it had been changing her name. She'd debated it for days after her arrival, whether to take the chance to shed Marie, a name she'd always rather disliked, and become someone completely new. In the end, though, she hadn't been able to do it, because Remy had called her by that name, and that was why she'd taken his name officially as her own in a way she hadn't been able to in her world.
Rogue's thoughts weren't far from Steve's on many things, really. As she disposed of the now empty punch containers, she contemplated how easy it was to be around Steve - he was kind, funny, and not demanding about anything. She'd met so many men over the past few months who had had only one thing on their minds while getting to know her, and it was so incredibly refreshing to meet someone who didn't seem to have that same mindset. Their conversation had been amusingly awkward at times, but he hadn't hit on her once, and if anything that just made her want to get to know him even more.
Nevermind the fact that they had so much in common with their superhero pasts.
She turned back to him and just watched him for a moment, studying his expression and body language and frowning at what she saw. Stepping a little closer, she leaned her hip against the counter and asked him with real concern in her voice, "Are you alright, sugar? You look like you've got a thousand pounds of heavy thoughts weighing you down. I know we've only just met, but if there's anything I can do, even just listening, I'd like to."
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If it were ever to come up in conversation, Rogue would explain to Steve that she completely understood that inexplicable ache of having to give up something that was such a part of yourself. For her, changing her date of birth on identification hadn't been the struggle, it had been changing her name. She'd debated it for days after her arrival, whether to take the chance to shed Marie, a name she'd always rather disliked, and become someone completely new. In the end, though, she hadn't been able to do it, because Remy had called her by that name, and that was why she'd taken his name officially as her own in a way she hadn't been able to in her world.
Rogue's thoughts weren't far from Steve's on many things, really. As she disposed of the now empty punch containers, she contemplated how easy it was to be around Steve - he was kind, funny, and not demanding about anything. She'd met so many men over the past few months who had had only one thing on their minds while getting to know her, and it was so incredibly refreshing to meet someone who didn't seem to have that same mindset. Their conversation had been amusingly awkward at times, but he hadn't hit on her once, and if anything that just made her want to get to know him even more.
Nevermind the fact that they had so much in common with their superhero pasts.
She turned back to him and just watched him for a moment, studying his expression and body language and frowning at what she saw. Stepping a little closer, she leaned her hip against the counter and asked him with real concern in her voice, "Are you alright, sugar? You look like you've got a thousand pounds of heavy thoughts weighing you down. I know we've only just met, but if there's anything I can do, even just listening, I'd like to."