Of course it wasn't that he didn't trust Rogue. Maybe he shouldn't after such a brief period of knowing her, but this whole thing between them was a whirlwind, and Steve had stopped trying to talk himself out of his gut feeling. His intuition had never steered him wrong; it was only when he ignored it that he found himself in real trouble.
It wasn't even that he didn't trust Natasha, really. He'd trusted her with his life; he'd trusted her word, no hesitation, when she'd indicated that Barton was alright to join the Battle, after having been compromised and on enemy lines until then. It wasn't her loyalty as a teammate he didn't trust - it was the shit he was going to receive from her as a friend that he didn't want to have to deal with. And when this inevitably got back to Tony...
They'd been dating less than half a day. He was still coming to terms with the fact that they were definitively dating; he hadn't had a chance to contemplate introducing her to his friends. Call him selfish, but he kind of wanted her all to himself, for a while. At least until their relationship had evened out a little bit from the high of finding someone who seemed to fit so perfectly with them. He wanted to learn all about her, before his friends learned all about her. It was definitely selfish, but he'd never claimed to be otherwise. He wasn't trying to hide her, though. He wanted everyone to know about her. Just...not yet.
Trying to suppress a sigh of resignation, Steve quirked a smile and tilted his head toward Rogue. "Yeah. What she said." He couldn't help getting a dig of his own in, though, and glanced at Marie as he said, "Natasha is the one I was telling you about, who keeps trying to set me up on dates."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Two. Two dates, very lovely girls. Although I must say, Rogers," she grinned a little mischievously, "I hadn't realized you had such good taste, or I would've left you alone." It was a huge lie; Natasha lived to meddle, but she did like what she saw from this Marie. She knew how to hold her own, and the fire in her eyes as she'd responded hadn't gone unnoticed; she was willing to be friendly at the moment, but something in her bearing told Natasha she wasn't one to mess with lightly.
Steve really had no idea what he was getting into. And she wasn't about to tell him. It would do the Captain good to have a spitfire girl on his arm - literally, and wasn't that just Steve to a T. Maybe Marie could draw him out where his teammates had been unable to. She'd keep an eye on things, but for now, she decided she could probably back off. At least some.
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It wasn't even that he didn't trust Natasha, really. He'd trusted her with his life; he'd trusted her word, no hesitation, when she'd indicated that Barton was alright to join the Battle, after having been compromised and on enemy lines until then. It wasn't her loyalty as a teammate he didn't trust - it was the shit he was going to receive from her as a friend that he didn't want to have to deal with. And when this inevitably got back to Tony...
They'd been dating less than half a day. He was still coming to terms with the fact that they were definitively dating; he hadn't had a chance to contemplate introducing her to his friends. Call him selfish, but he kind of wanted her all to himself, for a while. At least until their relationship had evened out a little bit from the high of finding someone who seemed to fit so perfectly with them. He wanted to learn all about her, before his friends learned all about her. It was definitely selfish, but he'd never claimed to be otherwise. He wasn't trying to hide her, though. He wanted everyone to know about her. Just...not yet.
Trying to suppress a sigh of resignation, Steve quirked a smile and tilted his head toward Rogue. "Yeah. What she said." He couldn't help getting a dig of his own in, though, and glanced at Marie as he said, "Natasha is the one I was telling you about, who keeps trying to set me up on dates."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Two. Two dates, very lovely girls. Although I must say, Rogers," she grinned a little mischievously, "I hadn't realized you had such good taste, or I would've left you alone." It was a huge lie; Natasha lived to meddle, but she did like what she saw from this Marie. She knew how to hold her own, and the fire in her eyes as she'd responded hadn't gone unnoticed; she was willing to be friendly at the moment, but something in her bearing told Natasha she wasn't one to mess with lightly.
Steve really had no idea what he was getting into. And she wasn't about to tell him. It would do the Captain good to have a spitfire girl on his arm - literally, and wasn't that just Steve to a T. Maybe Marie could draw him out where his teammates had been unable to. She'd keep an eye on things, but for now, she decided she could probably back off. At least some.