The kiss had been... phenomenal. Exceptional. Fantastic. Their first kiss, when she'd been crying, had been more about comfort, tinged with slight desperation - this had been their real first kiss, as far as Steve was concerned. It had been everything a kiss should be, including slightly awkward after it was over.
"You are going to kill me, aren't you?" he muttered, pressing a kiss to her clothed shoulder before pulling his head back up. He said it lightly, having no idea how closely the words might hit to home for her. He meant it in the best way, if that was any consolation.
Taking a deep breath, Steve glanced around. No one was really around, but his sensitive hearing could easily pick out the sounds of people nearby, joggers and people strolling through the park, playing games in the more open spaces around them. "It's occurred to me," he glanced back at her, "that maybe we're going about this kinda... fast. So, before we get any further," he shot her a look that said he again recognized exactly how much room she'd given herself with her promise, "how 'bout we get to know each other a little better. Without some of the filters on our stories." He gave a small laugh as he realized something. "I don't even know your last name. And do you want to be called Rogue, or Marie?" He understood nicknames easily enough; he disliked being called 'Steven', because growing up he'd only heard that when he was in trouble, and the same went for Bucky (who ended up getting caught and scolded far more than Steve, although their trouble-making had always been closer to 50-50 than anyone believed).
Codenames were trickier than childhood nicknames, though. If he weren't trying to keep a low profile, he didn't even mind when people called him Cap. It had been a more common nickname when he'd been younger, though, for various reasons, so nowadays it just made him stand out. But if she was trying to blend in, and go by Marie, he didn't want to call her 'Rogue' in front of the wrong people, simply because that was what he was used to calling her.
Honestly, he could come up with a thousand questions to ask her, trivial things, and he was sure she could come up with just as many for him. He wouldn't mind answering any of them, even the ones with painful answers, but he didn't want to upset her by asking something that came with its own painful story. It was going to be an interesting day.
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"You are going to kill me, aren't you?" he muttered, pressing a kiss to her clothed shoulder before pulling his head back up. He said it lightly, having no idea how closely the words might hit to home for her. He meant it in the best way, if that was any consolation.
Taking a deep breath, Steve glanced around. No one was really around, but his sensitive hearing could easily pick out the sounds of people nearby, joggers and people strolling through the park, playing games in the more open spaces around them. "It's occurred to me," he glanced back at her, "that maybe we're going about this kinda... fast. So, before we get any further," he shot her a look that said he again recognized exactly how much room she'd given herself with her promise, "how 'bout we get to know each other a little better. Without some of the filters on our stories." He gave a small laugh as he realized something. "I don't even know your last name. And do you want to be called Rogue, or Marie?" He understood nicknames easily enough; he disliked being called 'Steven', because growing up he'd only heard that when he was in trouble, and the same went for Bucky (who ended up getting caught and scolded far more than Steve, although their trouble-making had always been closer to 50-50 than anyone believed).
Codenames were trickier than childhood nicknames, though. If he weren't trying to keep a low profile, he didn't even mind when people called him Cap. It had been a more common nickname when he'd been younger, though, for various reasons, so nowadays it just made him stand out. But if she was trying to blend in, and go by Marie, he didn't want to call her 'Rogue' in front of the wrong people, simply because that was what he was used to calling her.
Honestly, he could come up with a thousand questions to ask her, trivial things, and he was sure she could come up with just as many for him. He wouldn't mind answering any of them, even the ones with painful answers, but he didn't want to upset her by asking something that came with its own painful story. It was going to be an interesting day.