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Just a kid from Brooklyn. [For Steve Rogers]

Three months. That's all the longer Rogue had been in this world that wasn't hers, trying to scrape together a life out of nothing. She'd barely made a decent start of it when the world had tried to end on her with the Battle of New York. The city had been in chaos, was still trying to pick up the pieces two months later, and Rogue did all she could to help in her own way. In a small way.

Sure, there had been a few times she'd been tempted during the battle to run out into the thick of things and become her old self. Join the superheroes who had taken charge of the situation. But in the end she'd stayed back, because the reality was that without someone to borrow an active power from, she was just another normal person, and normal people just got others killed in fights like that.

In the weeks that followed the Battle, she'd taken to volunteering whenever she wasn't working. She'd joined an organization that worked with the elderly in various capacities, and they sent her where she was needed. Sometimes it was a nursing home to visit with the ones who didn't have families or who had simply been forgotten, sometimes to the retirement communities that put on events and could always use a few extra hands. Those were her big plans that Sunday - a party at a residential community, complete with cake, punch, music, and streamers. Lots of streamers. They'd really done the place up for the 4th of July holiday, which wasn't technically until Wednesday, with red, white, and blue all over the common room. It had taken hours for Rogue and a few others to get the decorations up and everything ready, but the smiles on the residents' faces as they were shepherded in by a fresh set of volunteers made every second worth it.

Laughing as goofy Mr. Samuels swept Mrs. Hawkins into something almost resembling a waltz, Rogue continued spooning out strawberries onto the whipped cream on top of the line of shortcakes. It felt strange to not be wearing gloves, even after months of having decent control over her mutation, but she'd still chosen a blue dress with long sleeves for the occasion. A simple dress, with sensible heels, so the sticker nametag reading "Marie" didn't look too terribly out of place.

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Sweet and adorable. With everything else thrown in, he seemed damn near perfect. There had to be a flaw in there somewhere, some horrible little thing that would bug her to no end, but for now she just wasn't seeing it. Or maybe she was and that blush was just distracting her from noticing.

Rogue watched the interaction with the elderly man with great interest, picking up that the two recognized each other, and she couldn't stop the grin that sprung up at the not so subtle urging, though she did try to politely cover it with a hand, at least.

"You succeeded," she informed him with a grin, dropping her hand and leaning over the table to move another plate of cake into the now vacant spot. "I'm guessing you're not used to people flirting with you, huh, sugar?" she asked gently. "Seeing as how you didn't notice when that waitress did it. Unless you were just really distracted that day."

[I'm glad you finally got to see it! I saw it two weeks ago and spent half the movie thinking about how much I wanted to RP reactions to everything. There's so much juicy material. And yes, Stan does deserve all the cameos; he's wonderful in each and every one. :D ]

He was relieved that Marie wasn't upset or offended at his obfuscation. He shrugged and rolled his eyes at her question, not even trying to hide his smile, though it was more at her laughter and teasing than anything. "No, no. You probably have to hit me over the head to make me realize someone's flirting with me, and not just being nice. Nooooot used to women flirting with me."

He supposed that needed a little explanation. "I uh... went through a growth spurt, a while back. Pretty much right before I joined the Army, actually." More like because he'd joined the Army, but still. "So nobody ever flirted with shrimpy, skin-and-bones Steve." He tried recalling more of that afternoon. "I was sketching, I think, that day. So I was kinda off in my head, but... I still wouldn't have realized the waitress was being anything more than just friendly and attentive."

Flirting with him really was a lost cause. Especially if there was real meaning behind it, because he was always second-guessing his assumptions. He hoped, maybe, that a little of Marie's flirting was more than just second nature; that eventually, it might lead to something more. But at this point, he wouldn't dare assume it, and he hoped she understood that she'd probably end up making the first move, otherwise they'd be in this polite, flirtatious teasing stage until he really was 90 years old.

[I seriously STILL have no idea how I feel about it! Besides happy that Steve didn't die. Maybe the movie actually broke my feels. Except for Steve--still have all the Steve feels.]

The fact that he wasn't used to people flirting with him honestly just made her want to do it even more. Play a sort of game: Does Steve realize he's being flirted with? Not maliciously, of course, but because there was the potential for some actual purpose behind her flirting.

Hearing him dance around his secrets and try to spin a coherent story honestly made her heart ache for him. He seemed to be trying so hard to share things with her, but none of it was easy when he didn't know that she knew. If they weren't surrounded by a room full of people, she might have confessed it to him right then and there, but now just wasn't the right time.

She could share something of herself with him, though. Her own danced around secret. "When I was younger, fresh out of high school, I was in a place, emotionally and physically, where I didn't believe when someone expressed any sort of romantic interest in me," she confided quietly, watching Steve with something akin to cautious hesitation in her expression. "I was so worn down by guys flirting with me and then finding out more about me and running away so fast it was like their heels were on fire. Or they'd stay interested for a little while, but eventually decide I was more trouble than I was worth. It took my husband years to convince me that he was really serious."

She forced a smile then, but her laugh was genuine, even if the humor behind it was a little self-deprecating. "So you don't notice when there's flirting and I end up thinking people aren't sincere or are just gonna run scared. Aren't we a pair?"

[I'm definitely not done processing it yet, and it's been two weeks. Very glad that Steve didn't die, I was so worried about it, and I just want to see what happens next. Not a year or two later, right after. Because poor Steve.]

Maybe, if she flirted with him enough, and intensely enough, he'd build up his nerve to do something about it, eventually, anyway. At the very least, he might try flirting back. Although he still wasn't sure just what flirting entailed, so it might end up being a game of double-entendre chicken. Who would give in first? Probably not Steve, because he'd never be quite sure if he was reading the signs right, but he wouldn't quit first either, because he was very stubborn like that.

He listened to her story, and like his own, he heard a lot of blank spaces, things being left out and obscured. He wondered just what could have been happening in her life that anyone would think she wasn't worth it.

Mentally bracing himself, Steve decided to try just a little flirting of his own. "I can't imagine any guy getting to know you and deciding you weren't worth all the trouble in the world." The words were just as sincere, but he added a little bit of flirtation into his tone to emphasize his inherent suggestion. He kind of instantly regretted it, though--what if he came on too strong? He always worried that if he suddenly tried flirting with someone, she'd decide that was all he was about.

Deciding to try and lighten the mood a little, he grabbed two fresh punch glasses, handing one to Marie before raising his own in a mock toast. "We are quite a pair. I say we stick together, for both our sakes."

It would be the best game of chicken she'd ever play if they did wind up in that holding pattern. Rogue would be the one to give in first, she only had so much patience when it came to waiting for things to happen, but she was stubborn enough to stand her ground and give as good as she got. A game like that might be good for the both of them.

But he was downright wonderful at flirting, even if he didn't know it. Once the words left his mouth, she just stared at him for a moment, wondering if he could possibly understand just how much that sentiment meant to her. And then he was handing her that glass of punch and she found herself raising her own to meet that toast, a bright smile blooming on her face.

"I think that's a fantastic idea," she agreed with her own healthy dose of flirtation. "I can't imagine anyone better suited for this partnership."

This... Steve could definitely get used to this. Through this entire day, no matter what kind of mood he was in (and it had been an emotional roller coaster of a day), Marie had been nothing but sweet and understanding. He couldn't ask for a better day, or a better person to meet.

He ducked his head and grinned when she flirted back. He kept telling himself that was how she treated everyone - he'd seen her speaking flirtatiously with the residents of the party - but... well, in light of their current conversation, he felt justified in thinking this... might be flirting with intent. Maybe just a little intent, but he was pretty sure it was there, all the same.

He still had a lot of issues to work through, he knew that. And he certainly didn't want to burden anyone unsuspecting with that, of course. But maybe, if she didn't distance herself after he told her who he really was... maybe they could build something on this new friendship, something more. It had taken him a long while to really understand that 'misery shared is misery halved', but today had certainly proved it to him again.

He also was starting to understand what couples meant when they spoke about meeting and instantly 'clicking'. That's certainly how he felt now.

Feeling bold, Steve touched his punch cup to hers and said, "To new partnerships." And then, since she hadn't seemed to mind his last overture -- he winked before taking a sip.

Having someone to talk to who wasn't expecting anything from her was so comforting that she couldn't be anything but nice to Steve, and for Rogue that meant trying to be understanding of what someone else was going through. It was how she'd always been, prioritizing others and their well-being and happiness over her own, and that included offering support and kindness in interactions such as these. With Steve, it was easier simply because she liked him.

She liked him. The intent was there, and if they hadn't already made plans to see each other again, she would have been asking him out that very second. Because she wanted to spend more time with him, get to know him, and help him learn to navigate this new life he'd been thrust into.

Steve wasn't the only one with issues in their partnership. It was going to be a long time before Rogue would be able to work through all of her grief and anger over what had happened to her, and learn to manage the PTSD that could be utterly crippling at times. Dealing with that wasn't something she would wish on any normal person, but Steve... His life was just as strange and complicated as hers was, and so maybe he really would think she was worth the trouble.

The wink earned him another peel of giggles, clearly continuing to flirt with him rather than laughing at his gesture. It was cute, and she hoped he would do it again in the future. Soon.

"So, partner," she started once she'd calmed a bit and had been able to sip her own punch, "where are the best places to catch these fireworks? I've never seen them in the city before."

Laughing wasn't quite what he'd intended with the gesture, but he couldn't help but grin anyway. Marie had an infectious laugh, and he knew -- well, she was laughing at him, but the way friends did, it wasn't malicious or snide like it would have been from women before. He wanted to make her laugh, all the time.

"I'm not entirely sure," he admitted. "We used to go down to the river--to the Brooklyn Bridge--and watch them, that was always the best view. Not sure if they're still setting them off down there, though. Otherwise, there's roof access at my apartment, we could watch from there."

Once again, it was only after he'd made a perfectly innocent comment that Steve realized how it would sound. He'd basically just invited her to his apartment at the end of the night. His eyes widened in slight panic, but unlike previously, he didn't open his mouth and start apologizing. He'd meant exactly what he'd said. And if she read more into it than he'd intended... well, then he would apologize. Maybe. If she wasn't agreeable to the unintended implication...

This. This was exactly why he didn't flirt. It was filled with landmines and innuendos and how did you ever know if a comment was innocent or if 'fondue' really meant something else?

[My friend Google informs me that, as of last year, fireworks can best be seen from the Brooklyn Bridge. Let's pretend it's a long-held tradition that Steve's familiar with.]

It felt so good to laugh, really laugh, at anything. For years, her life had been nothing but pain and sadness, but now she was finally having the chance to do things like make friends and help people again. If Steve wanted to bring more laughter into her days, she wasn't about to stop him from trying.

The Brooklyn Bridge. Now that he said it, she vaguely remembered hearing about it from someone who'd mentioned the upcoming fireworks display. She was trying to recall what they'd said about the best places to watch the show when he mentioned his apartment, and she saw the panic that tinged his expression. Despite how it sounded, she knew he hadn't meant it that way, it just didn't seem his style - though she really wasn't against any of the possible implications of that invitation. She just didn't think that was what he'd intended. But if it was...

"Watching the fireworks from a roof actually sounds kind of nice," she offered with a hopeful smile. "I wouldn't mind that at all, if going to the river didn't work out."

Maybe, depending on how the rest of their day went, Steve would invite Marie to his apartment after the fireworks for a nightcap. Nothing more would be intended, but he'd learned early on that to be successful, a strategy needed to be flexible. So if something ended up happening, so be it. He was good at playing things by ear.

He smiled in relief, both that she'd accepted and seemed to take the invitation at face value. There might have been a small kernel of disappointment in there, but he firmly squashed it down. They'd just met, and they'd already established that neither one of them was willing to play fast and loose.

"Might be easier from there, anyway," he admitted. "I'm not really sure how crowded the bridge is gonna be. I haven't been to a fireworks display in..." he made a face. "Well, a really long time." Even back when he'd been a kid, it had been kind of crowded. He could only imagine what it would be like, nowadays.

Part of Rogue wanted to rush into things, to take it fast and heavy and throw caution right out the window. But she understood that was her loneliness talking, her desperation for companionship, and she knew it was something she would regret afterward, especially if it were with Steve. He deserved so much better than that, and if she had any chance at all of having something real and true with him, then there was no way in hell that she would do anything to jeopardize that.

"Sometimes being around other people can be nice," she offered, trying to make sure he understood that it was his decision, but she would really be fine with either option. "Other times, it can be a bit much. This day's gonna be all about you, sugar, so you should decide what you'd rather have. So long as you're there to keep me company, I won't mind wherever we end up."

Steve shrugged, glancing away, his eyes drawn to the residents of the party and the volunteers milling around, chatting in small groups or standing alone but attentive. "It depends," he finally said. "I actually enjoy being around people, but lately it's been... a little much." He didn't get into details, but he thought she might understand anyway. It wasn't just that crowds made him nervous because anyone could jump out and attack him (although there was that aspect, as well), but crowds made him feel lonelier, lately. He would catch himself glancing around, looking for a familiar face, and be struck again with the realization that he was completely alone. It was the utterly mundane that seemed to trip him up so often these days.

"I guess we'll just see how it goes. My apartment's not too far from the bridge, anyway. If it's too crowded, we can head back and not miss anything." Either option sounded good to him, right now. The roof would be less crowded, a quiet spot where they could chat without being overheard. But on the bridge they could have the anonymity of the crowd; just another couple of people, there to watch the fireworks. That'd be nice, too.

She understood better than he could possibly know. Rogue had always loved being around other people, though she'd usually had to stay at the edge of crowds for fear of harming anyone with her powers. Now, though, she wasn't at all sure how she would fare in a crowded space - it was good to be reminded that this world was alive, but at the same time she might be overcome by the memories of death from her own world. Things like that popped up all the time when she least expected it, and while Steve longed for familiar faces, she almost dreaded them, because there was always the chance of it being the face of someone who had died in her world and didn't know her in this one.

"Playing it by ear sounds good to me," she agreed easily, glad they had the options to be able to do so. It would be better that way; they wouldn't have to worry about things being too difficult or stressful on what was supposed to be a fun, relaxing day.

Just as Steve opened his mouth to say something else, there was a loud clap from the middle of the room. He looked over to see Todd standing there, grinning happily. Todd was basically in charge, and possibly the only volunteer that Steve had met whom he didn't really like. The guy was 22, and acted like he'd single-handedly invented volunteering. He was fond of giving orders and wording them like they were suggestions. He was also rather condescending to the elderly participants, which irked Steve on several levels. Just because they were 80 didn't mean they'd suddenly become idiots.

"Alright everybody! I hope we all had a great time today! Party's kinda winding down, so why don't we all gather our things and start heading out? Let's give a big round of applause to our volunteers, who did such a lovely job setting everything up!"

Steve smiled as everyone started applauding, before muttering to himself "At least he didn't take credit for single-handedly putting the whole thing together."

Then he realized Marie was still standing close enough beside him that she'd probably heard, and for probably the fiftieth time that day, started blushing.

It took a hell of a lot of effort for Rogue to not roll her eyes when Todd the Dictator took up his self-appointed role of party pooper and ended things. It always went this way, and as much as she respected the position he held, she had very little respect for him as a person after she'd seen how he treated the elderly patrons they were supposed to be helping.

She would have made her own muttered comment had Steve not beat her to it, and at that blush she just grinned like an idiot. "That's because the last time he tried that, he got a quick kick to the shin by our favorite feisty lady," she whispered, leaning in close so he'd be able to hear. Straightening up again, she added in a more normal voice, "I'd better get started on the tear-down before Todd starts complaining on how slow we are."

They had to get all the decorations down and either disposed of or stored away in their plastic tubs, and the leftover food needed to be packed away as well. It was a lot to do, but with everyone pitching in, it wouldn't take long.

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"Good for her," he said with a smirk. And it was definitely a smirk, the likes of which most people would never associate with Captain America. Todd wasn't exactly a bully, but he certainly wasn't an overly kind person, either. Steve could certainly see him deserving a good kick in the shins. He wondered if Mrs. Petrelli would've kicked him square in the ass if she'd been able to reach that high. Probably, and without second thought.

"I think I'm supposed to help escort some of them out, make sure they can find all their things," he said, reluctant to part ways. "I'll come back when I'm through and see if you guys need any help putting things away."

Intellectually, Steve knew they'd be meeting up again in another few days, and he did have her number... But he really didn't want to leave Marie's company.

Rogue was just as reluctant to leave Steve's side as he was. It was silly, she was completely aware of that, but it was like he had some sort of gravitational pull on her, because the idea of him walking away just seemed wrong. But she wasn't a lovesick schoolgirl, and she could handle being apart from a man she'd just met for a few minutes.

But she could let him know that she wasn't going anywhere.

Reaching over to take his hand in her own, she gave it a quick, gentle squeeze to go with the affectionate smile she wore. "I won't leave without saying goodbye," she told him, offering the assurance that she'd requested from him earlier. The contact lasted only a few seconds before she dropped his hand and hurried off to help unhook the bunting draped around the room.

Steve couldn't help but watch her as she hurried off to start tearing down the decorations; he couldn't have moved if a bomb went off right behind him. He didn't need the memory of Bucky to know he was acting like a twitterpated idiot, but at this point he didn't think there was anything for it, and he was just going to have to ride all his foolishness out til the end.

Eventually, he shook himself and started up his escort duties. He found himself with Mrs. Petrelli on his arm again, but this time there were no leering looks or inappropriate words. She just patted his bicep (taking a moment to squeeze it appreciatively, but Steve didn't hold it against her) and said "Don't worry dear, I don't poach."

"P-poach?" he stuttered. The old woman nodded sagely. "I can see you're already taken. It's so nice to see people still meeting up like this, at dances. Back when I was your age, we used to have hosted dances that we'd go to, in the hopes of meeting someone we could date."

"You don't say," Steve replied, trying to keep a straight face. He wondered if it was obvious to everyone else just how 'taken' with Marie he was - and did Marie realize it? Was she just being polite in not pointing it out? Or... were they taken with each other? Part of him hoped that was the case; the other part berated himself for wanting romance while he barely had his feet in the 21st century yet.

Soon enough, he discovered everyone left already had escorts, and he was allowed to return to the community room. His gaze immediately began scanning for Marie, even while another volunteer came over and ushered him toward the tables that had to be folded and set against the back walls.

As soon as she and Steve were both otherwise occupied, Rogue found herself cornered by Susan, one of the volunteers she'd worked with at a few other events. The girl was in her late teens and volunteered regularly to meet the requirements of her college scholarship; she was sweet, if a little high-strung.

"I can't believe you scored Hottie McNew Guy," the younger girl proclaimed in a rather loud 'hushed' voice. "I was so hoping to have a chance at him, but at least it was you and not Tina. I can't stand her."

Rogue paused in folding up a string of bunting and looked at Susan as if she'd just grown a second head. "Excuse me?" She couldn't have heard that right. Right?

Susan threw the look right back at her. "I saw the way you two were looking at each other. You're so damn lucky, because he is gorgeous. Just thinking about what's under that shirt makes me all hot and bothered." Luckily, Susan wandered off at that point, muttering to herself about who she could call that night to scratch that itch, leaving a slack-jawed Rogue in her wake.

It took until she had finished the bunting and gathered up the trash to really process the rest of what the other girl had said and for the implication to really sink in. She gathered up a few bags of trash and hauled them outside to the dumpster, and by the time she returned she was actually blushing. It hadn't just been her wishful thinking then, that Steve had been interested? If Susan had seen it, then maybe it was really there, and maybe she didn't have to be quite so uncertain about it.

When she stepped back into the community room and spotted Steve, she felt her face flush even further, and the smile that crossed her face was definitely that of a lovesick schoolgirl. Oh lord, what had she gotten herself into?

As soon as he spotted her, Steve grinned. Yep, he was definitely stupid with infatuation. Only half-listening to the other volunteer, Jeremy, mentioning something about picking up the tables, he grabbed the upturned edge in both hands and easily hefted it and began moving it to the wall. He wasn't really paying attention, since this was just grunt work, so he was confused at first when he turned back for another table and Jeremy was staring at him with his mouth hanging open slightly.

"Uh...okay, or you could do that," the guy said. At Steve's confused look, he elaborated "Jesus, that thing's gotta weigh like, 200 pounds, it's all steel or something. Usually it takes at least two of us to lift it."

The only response Steve could offer was a faint "....Oh. Sorry?"

Jeremy's eyes widened and he started waving his hands. "No no no, no way! Here, can you get these tables, too?" He moved to another section, muttering about relics made from metal that were goddamned hard to move and why hadn't they upgraded to plastic yet in this place. As Steve trailed behind, he tried to glance around surreptitiously to see if anyone else had noticed his slip-up. Carrying a heavy table - with both hands - wasn't that big a deal, he had enough obvious muscle mass he could pass it off; thankfully he hadn't grabbed one in each hand, that might have really given the game away.

Grabbing another table, Jeremy pointed him where to go, but followed Steve as he moved, and began talking again. "So, you and Marie, huh?"

Oh, Christ almighty, really? Steve thought, wondering if everyone was going to comment on how they'd gotten on. Did nobody have anything better to do than to pry into other people's business? "She's very nice, we had a great conversation." He didn't mention they were planning to meet up again, let alone for his birthday, since just because he was 70 years out of his element didn't mean he didn't understand how gossip worked.

"She's super nice," Jeremy agreed. "She's also kinda... well, you know." His tone of voice made Steve glance at him, a slight warning in his look. "No, I'm not sure I do."

Jeremy shrugged. "Just... she can be kinda cold, that's all. She's nice and sweet, but at the end of the day, she's never interested, that's all. Maybe mere mortals aren't enough for her," he tried to joke; Steve didn't find it funny.

I will not punch a snot-nosed college kid in the face, he told himself--repeatedly. After the silence grew awkward, Steve finally said stiffly, "I'll go grab the other tables. Why don't you finish getting the streamers off the walls." He didn't make it a question, and luckily for both of them, Jeremy took the hint and scampered off.

His whole body was radiating with anger on Marie's behalf, and he dearly, dearly wanted to punch something. He didn't even bother hiding his strength with the third table, picking it up like it was made of paper.

The grin she spotted on Steve's face from across the room was enough to make her positively giddy, and her own smile didn't fade one bit as she continued helping with the cleanup, grabbing a broom to sweep up any bits of paper or cake that might have landed on the floor. For a moment she was reminded of the occasional parties they'd held at the mansion, usually marking a holiday or the end of term, and how she'd always been the last one left at the end of the night, making sure everything was settled before turning in. For a few years, Remy had been there beside her, waiting until the last of their students and teammates had gone to bed before turning the music back on and whisking her around the dance floor. It was a silly thought, but for just a second she entertained the idea of having that sort of moment with Steve, something sweet and just between the two of them, with no prying eyes watching their every move.

But then she glanced over in his direction again and her smile faded. That anger around him could have been spotted a mile away, and what he was doing with the table - it was reckless. He was risking exposing himself and she couldn't let that happen. Not here, not like this. Not when he seemed to be trying so hard to keep his identity a secret.

Leaving behind the broom, she hurried over, reaching his side before he'd set down the third table. She grabbed a corner of it, offering with a bright smile, "Here, sugar, let me help you with that. These things can be pretty unwieldy."

Edited (typing is a struggle tonight) 2016-05-23 05:30 (UTC)

Marie coming up beside him was completely unexpected, and his thoughts were so clouded at the moment, it was only his quick reflexes that kept him from striking out. As it was, he jerked a little, making the table tilt a little before steadying. "Christ!" he exclaimed, quietly, but vehemently. "Give a guy a little warning next time!"

Shit. Shit, she was just trying to help, and he'd snapped at her, and his great day was beginning to look like a nightmare again. He put the table down and kept it steady with one hand, while he reached up with the other and scrubbed at his face. "I'm--so sorry. Just-- I was angry at something else, and you startled me. I didn't--" want to hurt you, he didn't say. "I didn't see you come up beside me. Sorry."

He almost told her he could manage the table by himself, he didn't need help. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the gesture, but his current anger combined with his natural stubbornness wanted to balk at the idea of needing help.

But this was Marie. She was just trying to be nice, and at least she wouldn't outright ask about what was going on between them. Which apparently, according to anyone with eyes, there was something going on.

Sighing, Steve tried to push his anger away. He could deal with it later, when he was alone. Right now he had to worry about just being a regular guy who couldn't lift half a ton of weight over his head without breaking a sweat. "Thank you, for the offer." He tried to put as much sincerity and gratitude into his voice as he could, willing her to understand. "I'd appreciate the help."

She was such an idiot. The second she'd felt the table tilt from his body jerking in reaction to her appearance, she'd realized just how much she'd screwed this up. He was a soldier who had only been back from a war for a few months - she knew what that was like and she had given absolutely no thought to how her actions might startle him. She was incredibly lucky that his reaction hadn't been bigger, louder, or more violent, though she honestly would have deserved whatever she got for her stupidity. He wasn't the normal guy he was pretending to be and she should damn well have remembered that.

Remaining quiet while he spoke and seemed to try to gather himself together, she kept her expression as neutral as possible, though there was likely a good measure of concern that crept in at the edges. When he'd apologized and accepted her offer, she just shook her head and gave him a small smile.

"Steve, I'm the one who's sorry," she told him gently, keeping her voice low so no one else would hear. "I shouldn't have startled you like that. I should have known better; I have those moments myself." There was just a moment of hesitation before she reached over to set her hand on his where it held the table, smoothing her thumb over the back of his hand. "I promise not to surprise you without warning if you do the same, okay?"

She worried about whatever it was what had made him angry, because it was clearly something big enough to make him forget himself and risk his identity like that. It wasn't anything that she had done at least, or she felt certain he would have said something to her about it, but that really didn't make her any less worried.

Now she was apologizing, and that just made him feel like a heel, she had nothing to apologize for. He never could keep his temper in check, not when it involved guys badmouthing girls who were clearly way out of their league.

If they were anywhere else, if he didn't already know that everyone was whispering about them, Steve would've leaned down to press his forehead to hers. It was a gesture he and Bucky had shared numerous times, and not something Steve thought of as romantic or anything but friendly, but he knew it was an intimate gesture, and it was the last thing he wanted the gossipmongers to feed from. He glanced around quickly, but everyone seemed to be ignoring them at the moment.

He covered the hand she'd placed over his and murmured softly, "I promise." It felt like something bigger than just saying he wouldn't surprise her. This whole thing between them felt far bigger than it should be, especially after such a brief amount of time, but he was tired of second-guessing it.

If Steve had make that intimate gesture, Rogue's reaction would have had the gossip mill turning for weeks. She'd adjusted over the past months to the ability to touch people with her hands, day-to-day interactions had helped a great deal with that, but any sort of truly intimate gesture was still so far beyond her. If he had done it, she might honestly have started crying, and not only would the gossipmongers have had juicy new material to last them the month, but Steve would have gotten a good look at just how broken she really was under all those smiles.

She very nearly did start crying when he placed his hand on hers and made that promise. This thing they had, it was hitting her fast and hard and she suddenly felt like all she could do was hang on for the ride. It was all she wanted to do, really - whatever this was, whatever it turned out to be, it made her feel alive and gave her hope for some semblance of a normal life, and those were two things that she very desperately needed. That she'd found that with a charming, handsome, utterly sweet man was just icing on the cake.

Giving his hand a light squeeze, she kept her voice low and leaned in a little as she told him, "I know you can handle the table by yourself. Just be careful, okay? I don't want you to get hurt." The smile she gave him then was small but sincere, because she really did care about his well-being.

Just a kid from Brooklyn. [For Steve Rogers]

Haha, perfect! ♥

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you're killing me with feels :D

Yay? Lol (Steve is a little ball of PTSD at the moment, too)

I just want to hug him. So many feels.

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Why must you create drama, Steve? WHY

Because who would these characters be without their drama?

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