It was a weight off Steve's mind, to hear her say that. He still didn't like being plagued by memories of the past, when he was trying to get on with his life. He knew they would always be there, but he tried to keep them at bay until he was alone, and could deal with them however he needed to. For the first time since waking up in this time, he wanted to be here, now, with Rogue, not caught in a past he could never get back.
"One of these days," he said gently, "I'm going to discover something, some tiny flaw you must have, and I'm going to realize you're not perfect. And it's only going to make me love you more." He looked forward to learning all of her quirks and faults, the little things you only learned after spending countless hours in someone's company, eating and sleeping in the same bed as them, living in the same spaces as them.
Steve was a strange mix of naïveté and familiarity when it came to relationships. He'd never been in a real, genuine relationship with a woman before, but he'd spent his whole life living with others, even living with Bucky for a while, after his ma died. He was used navigating the small, everyday things; setting out a coffee mug, knowing just how dark they liked their toast - picking up the laundry, putting the lid back on the jar of brylcreem. The casual intimacies of long-time partners, romantic or friendly, weren't unknown to him, at all. It was just the addition of lust and romantic love that was new.
And we're back to our default setting of: SAP
"One of these days," he said gently, "I'm going to discover something, some tiny flaw you must have, and I'm going to realize you're not perfect. And it's only going to make me love you more." He looked forward to learning all of her quirks and faults, the little things you only learned after spending countless hours in someone's company, eating and sleeping in the same bed as them, living in the same spaces as them.
Steve was a strange mix of naïveté and familiarity when it came to relationships. He'd never been in a real, genuine relationship with a woman before, but he'd spent his whole life living with others, even living with Bucky for a while, after his ma died. He was used navigating the small, everyday things; setting out a coffee mug, knowing just how dark they liked their toast - picking up the laundry, putting the lid back on the jar of brylcreem. The casual intimacies of long-time partners, romantic or friendly, weren't unknown to him, at all. It was just the addition of lust and romantic love that was new.