Rogue could hear the pride in his voice and see it written across his face as he bragged about what was really an incredible story. Coney Island was a piece of American pop culture and had been for decades. She'd grown up hearing it mentioned in movies and television shows, and it had always been on her list of places to go once she managed to get away from the South. Knowing that Steve really had been there all those decades ago was nothing short of amazing in her book, and she was so pleased that he had decided to share the story with her.

She smiled through most of it, bright and excited to hear about that long ago part of his life, and she gave his arm another little squeeze at the mention of Bucky. It was easy to see how much the loss of his best friend affected Steve, and she understood that pain. The smile came right back when he started describing the adventure, and a laugh came with it, first bright with amusement and then a little less so as she sympathized with him.

"You poor thing, that sounds awful," she said between the remaining chuckles. She wasn't laughing at him, which he hopefully understood, but at the terrible turn the day had taken for him. "It would have been much worse if it had happened on the ride though, trust me. I've got that memory stuck in my head and it's the kind of mortification you just don't live down."

She tried not to think about who the memory had come from, because that was a dark path that had no place in their happy walk through the Park.