Sarah Rogers had had a hard enough time taking care of one son, but she'd definitely adopted Bucky along the way; he'd been born a middle child to a Catholic family, so he was always being shuffled around and forgotten in the chaos of his own siblings. He'd been happy to go stay over at the Rogers' place, away from the bustle, Steve had always enjoyed it, and his mother had always been welcoming, treating him like a second son. He wasn't so sure his ma would've been so welcoming if she knew exactly what the two of them got up to sometimes, but he knew she was happy to see he had a close friend, who would always stick up for him.

Oh, Lord, was Steve's first thought, when she pointed out how he'd been speaking; he tried to not do that, not wanting to stick out any more than his lack of knowledge on current and past events already made him. Rogue was probably the first person he'd ever spoken like that around, so no, they'd never told him it was 'hot.'

But if the result was to get kissed like that again, he was certainly gonna remember it. He tightened his arm around her shoulder, and ran the hand on her arm up until he was enveloping her, never able to get enough.

When they separated, his voice was husky and deeper than usual as he said "Sweetheart, you haven't heard nothin' yet."