Everybody had bad days, Steve understood that, and most of them hadn't gone through the kind of trauma and ordeal that Rogue had. Steve certainly wouldn't be looking forward to seeing one of her bad days, but when he did, he would do everything in his power to help her through them, whatever she needed.

Steve pursed his lips in though, giving her a considering look. "Maybe they didn't want their mothers to be jealous of the great gal they'd found," he finally said. "My ma - Sarah - I think she would've liked you. She was sweet as apple pie, but God, could she be vicious if she was provoked. Not in a hellcat kinda way, but she had a razor-sharp tongue. And the best disappointed and disapproving faces ever. One look from her and you'd be apologizing for things you hadn't even thought about doing yet."

It was easier to talk about his mother than it was Bucky; he'd come to terms with her death, and was able to look back on his life with her without regret. Sorrow that she'd died too soon, but it had been a slow decline, and he'd been able to grieve for her properly.