Oh, so this was that friend. Rogue could see it quite easily, now that she looked. Natasha was clearly protective of Steve as well, so of course she would want to help him adjust to this new world - her interpretation of that just included dating and/or a good time. Having a companion to navigate with made sense, but Rogue couldn't see Steve ending up with just any girl off the street, and that wasn't her own bias or ego talking. His life hadn't been normal, and he needed someone who could at least fathom what that might mean; a normal girl might be able to manage that, but she'd have to be a pretty special one...
The thought of Steve with anyone else just didn't sit right with Rogue. It made her feel prickly and irritable, jealous even, and she knew right then that she was a goner. She'd fight tooth and nail to keep this man beside her, and damn anyone who tried to separate them.
"Why, thank you," Rogue said in response to the compliment on Steve's taste, her own smile turning a bit mischievous as well. She liked this Natasha, and she felt like maybe, if they got to know each other, they could be friends. That would be nice, actually, to have that sort of relationship with someone in Steve's life. She would just have to be careful about what she said around this woman in order to keep her own secret. "He does have rather good taste, doesn't he? And such a great smile."
She turned her head to press a kiss to his clothed shoulder then, unable to resist the urge and honestly not even trying. Who cared what Natasha might think about the display, it sure as hell wasn't for her benefit. Rogue wanted to touch Steve, to be close to him and express in every possible way just how much he meant to her. If that meant a few (tame) public displays, then so be it. She just hoped that didn't mind.
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The thought of Steve with anyone else just didn't sit right with Rogue. It made her feel prickly and irritable, jealous even, and she knew right then that she was a goner. She'd fight tooth and nail to keep this man beside her, and damn anyone who tried to separate them.
"Why, thank you," Rogue said in response to the compliment on Steve's taste, her own smile turning a bit mischievous as well. She liked this Natasha, and she felt like maybe, if they got to know each other, they could be friends. That would be nice, actually, to have that sort of relationship with someone in Steve's life. She would just have to be careful about what she said around this woman in order to keep her own secret. "He does have rather good taste, doesn't he? And such a great smile."
She turned her head to press a kiss to his clothed shoulder then, unable to resist the urge and honestly not even trying. Who cared what Natasha might think about the display, it sure as hell wasn't for her benefit. Rogue wanted to touch Steve, to be close to him and express in every possible way just how much he meant to her. If that meant a few (tame) public displays, then so be it. She just hoped that didn't mind.