Anyone who knew him would tell you that Steve Rogers never made anything easy, and a significantly large part of the time, he made things much, much more difficult. Never on purpose, but that was part of the frustration. He'd never been accused of being difficult not to love, though.

"I mean," he said clearly, "that it is perfectly you. It's charming, wild, but very sophisticated." Steve shrugged. "It's hard to describe. It's not out of this world, or anything, but it's... wholly unique. So, it's you."

He wondered, a little, at the fact that she couldn't dye it. Which implied that it wasn't dyed in the first place, which was what he'd originally, naturally assumed. Plenty of people dyed their hair, and living in Brooklyn, he saw plenty of younger folks with all sorts of strange colors in their hair. He picked up one of the shorter strands that had fallen out of her braid and gave it a playful tweak. "I wouldn't change a thing."