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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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Lord, did she love that smile of his. "Steve, honey, I'm not sure you're with the right woman if you want to avoid dealing with crazy," she informed him teasingly. "But it's certainly sweet of you to say."

She had the good kind of crazy and the not so good under her belt. For half a second, she worried about the latter and how he might deal with it, but she knew what he would say if she brought it up now, so instead she tucked that worry away at the back of her mind. She could deal with it another time.

Steve shook his head. "No. No, I don't care what kind of crazy is going on with you, I promise, it does not compare to a Stark genius on too little sleep, too much caffeine, in the middle of an inventing bender. It's like Speedy Gonzalez and Wile E. Coyote had a love child.

"I can handle crazy," he continued in a softer tone, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. "I can handle your crazy. I'm not perfect either, y'know. My issues are numerous and sundry." He leaned in and kissed her, soft and sweet.

In all honesty, Steve didn't know how he would deal with her issues, either. He didn't know what all they were, yet. But he knew he could, and would, tackle it when the time came. He wanted to be with her, and he'd do whatever he had to to see that through.

His worst fear, though, was having a bad day, and taking it out on her. He'd already yelled at her on Sunday, for something she hadn't meant to do, and he was afraid some day, he wouldn't be able to hold his temper in check, even as poorly as he had then.

Oh, Rogue definitely had to meet Tony now, if only to see if Steve's description was accurate. She was fairly certain it would prove to be, which was both amusing and terrifying.

When his tone changed and he leaned in, she practically melted into him. He was perfect in every way that truly mattered. Sweet and kind, caring and determined. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, sharing these little moments that meant just as much as the big ones.

"Your issues come wrapped up in a handsome, adorable package, though," she told him after that wonderful kiss, lifting a hand to smooth her fingers over his cheek. "For that, I can handle whatever you throw at me, sugar." She would take the good days and the bad, and would weather any storm that came her way, even those of his own making.

Steve wanted all the little moments; a lifetime of little moments with her wouldn't be enough for him. The bad times would come. He wanted to have enough happy moments to combat them with.

"Y'know," he murmured, leaning in close, but not kissing her again, "there used to be a time, someone called me adorable and I'd call them out to the street. You wanna fight, Marie?" He pressed in a little further, forcing her back a step, his hands finding her hips to make sure she didn't stumble.

"You wanna find out just how adorable I am?" He continued to murmur, enjoying the lazy teasing and ease of it all. He didn't want to have to worry about what would inevitably come. He wanted to just enjoy this, right here and now. "Come on, kid. I can take you." He couldn't quite hold back the smile threatening his face, wondering how she'd react. He loved her reactions, to everything. He hoped he never stopped being surprised and delighted by her.

[I'm never sure how much someone will let me manhandle their character. Steve's stronger than Rogue, so he can push her back even if she resists. Let me know if this isn't okay though, I can change it.]

It was because she trusted Steve instinctively and implicitly that she didn't resist when he pressed her back, trusting that those warm hands would keep her safe. As she listened to that hushed teasing, a mischievous look slowly entered her gaze, matched by a measure of desire that she didn't bother to conceal. She disliked bullies, but this, what he was doing, was akin to the most delicious foreplay, and he probably didn't even know it.

She did, in fact, want to find out just how adorable he was. But there were much more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

Lifting her hands, she set them on his chest for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of his strength beneath her palms, and then her fingers moved to grasp the open sides of his shirt. "You can take me anytime you want, sugar," she informed him in a low, sultry voice before tugging him down to her. The kiss was passionate and hungry, conveying just what affect his teasing had had on her. It was perhaps not the most publicly appropriate display, but go ahead, someone ask her if she cared.

Well...that hadn't actually been the response he'd been expecting. Steve couldn't say he was disappointed by it, though. He'd never had the chance to just be playful with someone he was involved with (he'd never had the chance to get this involved with anyone, before), so there was a learning curve. But if this was the result... well, he wasn't complaining.

Maybe he should be trying to slow things down, pull away and cool off; they were in the middle of the park, after all. But their clothes were still on, and while he'd wrapped his hands around Marie to hold her flush against him, they were still clearly on top of her clothes, he wasn't putting them anywhere inappropriate... The thought made him tighten his arms around her, though. Imagining touching her, skin to skin, being close to her in the most intimate way possible...

Somehow, that thought broke through his lust a little, and Steve managed to slow the kiss down, before pulling away reluctantly. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers - unable to resist stealing a quick kiss or two while his mind sorted through his jumbled thoughts. He'd been processing all that she'd told him about her past, and her powers, in the back of his mind, and now certain things were starting to get questioned. Questions of logistics and specifics, more than anything.

"Wait, wait," he huffed. "I have... well, a question, that might kinda kill the mood, but..." He cleared his throat. "This is... I mean..." God, he couldn't think straight. He wanted to be delicate, but he couldn't really beat around the bush with his questions. "Your powers... You couldn't touch anyone, before, so, how did you... Have you ever, actually..."

There was something taboo-feeling about frankly discussing sex with her. If that was the case, he wasn't sure how he'd manage to have it, but for now, he'd have to muddle through the conversation. He'd like to hope for a minimum of blushing, but wasn't holding out much hope.

Rogue realized belatedly that she'd promised not to do this sort of thing to him again in public, but she just couldn't help herself. It was this deep need to kiss him, touch him, be as close as she could until she couldn't tell where she ended and he started. And it wasn't just that she'd missed the touch of a man, though she wouldn't deny that that was a factor - more so, it was Steve. He was like oxygen to her, and even after such a short time, a life without him seemed impossible.

She'd apologize for it later.

She was addicted to the way he stayed close to her after the intense kiss ended, following it with little ones and the amazing way he pressed his forehead to hers. It was such a simple gesture, but it was so incredibly intimate, and something she'd never been able to experience before, not in the same way. Her dark eyes watched his expression as he struggled to get the words out, confused and a little worried until the end when it all clicked together. Oh, Steve.

Loosing her grip on his shirt, she smiled softly at him and lifted her hands to frame his face, smoothing her thumbs over his cheeks. "I have," she confirmed quietly, being as gentle and delicate about the subject as he'd tried to be. He was from a different era, she reminded herself, and he was clearly having trouble with the subject despite its importance. "Only with my husband; I couldn't anyone else enough to try. But he was nothing if not creative, and we had a healthy relationship despite the limitations of my situation."

God. He kind of wanted to know what she meant by 'creative,' but he also really didn't. He pressed his forehead harder against hers for a second, squeezing his eyes shut, then huffed out a laugh, that wasn't all that amused. "Well. That makes one of us. I haven't... I never really got the chance, before. First no one woulda had me, and then the War, there wasn't really any time to think about it. Plus, I kinda expected..."

Steve drew in a deep breath. He could say this. And he had to say it coherently, so Rogue would understand what he meant. "I figured, when it was all over, I'd be with Peggy, and there'd be time to figure all that out. I didn't wanna just have a quick tumble with a friendly pro skirt, like some of the other boys."

He finally decided to fall back on the euphemism he'd enjoyed the most, back then, and still thought of fondly. "I gotta find the right partner, before I wanna dance. And I really wanna dance with you. Literally and metaphorically." He couldn't stop the sheepish grin that covered his face; he knew he was being a little ridiculous, but he didn't care.

If Steve ever decided to ask what she meant by 'creative,' she would happily tell him in detail. It wasn't something she'd ever shared with anyone else, she wasn't the kiss and tell sort, but he was different. Everything with Steve was different, and she would share every part of her life with him that she could.

Her heart went out to him as he explained about his past, and she found herself falling even more in love with him. Waiting for the right partner, she understood that all too well, and she felt so very privileged to have earned a spot on his dance card.

"I wanna dance with you too, sugar," she assured him, pleased with the euphemism he'd chosen and running with it. "It's not difficult to learn the steps. Dancing is a bit like fighting, you go with what feels right. And you'll be my first partner I can really dance with, you know." Without having to worry about draining the life out of him, 'dancing' with Steve would be an entirely new experience for her.

He was both pleased, and embarrassed when she started using the dancing analogy as well. Did she think he couldn't even listen to talk about sex without it being couched in vague terms and euphemisms? He had to admit that it made it easier for him, though. One day, he'd be able to talk about it openly with her. He hoped.

Pulling her into a hug, Steve buried his face in her hair, feeling more content and at peace than he thought he'd ever been, more than he thought possible. "I have no idea what I did to deserve you." Privately, he thought the answer was Nothing. You're never gonna do anything to deserve this woman. But you can keep trying, anyway.

From a distance away, Steve suddenly heard someone holler "No sex in the park! Totally illegal, man!"

Steve pulled back, annoyed. He turned around, unerringly spotting the guy, probably not even out of his teens, and shouted back on instinct, "It's called a hug, jackass! What kinda sex are you havin'?!"

Oh, sure. Couldn't have an open, legitimate conversation with the gal he was planning on sleeping with, but he could turn into a total New Yorker and start shouting abuse at a total stranger about it.

The last thing Rogue wanted was for Steve to feel uncomfortable, whether it be in their conversations or their various activities together. They were still learning their way around each other as much as this new world, and she couldn't even contemplate not being considerate of that.

I have no idea what I did to deserve you. She'd said much the same thing to him, and her answer would have very like his. He'd survived. He had struggled and fought for what he believed in, had walked through pain and sorrow, and still he was one of the kindest people she'd ever met. Whatever element in the universe had allowed her to end up in this time and place to meet him, she was so very grateful to it.

Where's Steve's first reaction was to yell right back at the kid, which amused her to no end, Rogue's would have been to stomp over and punch him in the face. That had been a hell of a hug he'd interrupted, and she wouldn't have felt one bit of remorse. Steve saved the little shit from his fate with that hilarious exclamation though, and Rogue couldn't help the stream of giggles that followed.

"Come on, sugar," she said between giggles, tugging at Steve's arm to get his attention. "Let's keep walking before the idiot gets any other bright ideas."

At the tug on his arm, the jerk was immediately dismissed from Steve's mind. He had more important things to focus on, anyway. Like listening to Rogue laugh at him. He smiled and nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

That reminded him, though. "You know, we were actually supposed to discuss plans for tomorrow. Things kinda...got in the way." Thinking about the tentative plans they'd made Sunday (which felt like a lifetime ago, now), he thought they'd probably, inevitably, wind up back in his apartment. He should feel worse about that, the fact this was barely their first date, and he was already expecting to sleep with her.

But it was obvious how they both felt, and it just felt right, so why fight or delay it, just for propriety's sake?

It was a good thing that Steve wasn't going to try to delay things for propriety's sake, because Rogue's response would have been Propriety can go screw itself.

Rogue grinned at Steve and the reminder of one of the reasons for their meeting that day. "They did, didn't they?" She shook her head and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow again, the gesture feeling completely natural now. "Well, sugar, it's your birthday. What'll make you happiest? Just name it and I'll make it happen."

She wanted the day to be perfect for him, and while she already had a few of her own plans, if there was something particular that he wanted, then she wouldn't hesitate to make it a reality. She was also planning on clearly her schedule for the 5th, and possibly the 6th as well, just in case the night took the turn she was rather certain it would.

Sighing in exasperation, Steve asked, "Exactly how cheesy would it be if I said as long as I'm with you, it'll be perfect?" He knew he sounded like a gigantic sap. He was comfortable enough with Rogue now to not care. Well, he cared a little, but not enough to keep censoring himself.

Not knowing any of her plans, but guessing she might become elaborate if he didn't speak up, Steve replied, "How about... we go for a picnic. A late lunch, around 2?" He didn't need anything fancy, and he didn't want to sit cooped up somewhere, either. This way, they'd be out in the open, which served a dual purpose, as it seemed to be about the only thing stopping them at this point from jumping each other. Plus, he loved the way she looked in the sun, her hair glinting chestnut and lily-white, her face gorgeous and picture perfect. He wanted to draw her; he could sit for hours and just look at her, trying to capture her on paper. He already knew he'd never succeed, but he would love trying, over and over again.

"We can go up to the roof of mine to watch the fireworks in the evening," he continued. "And then we can...go back downstairs, for a while. If you want." Knowing they were going to sleep together, and coming right out and saying it were apparently still two different things in his head. And while they were clearly headed in that direction - at break-neck speed - he never wanted to take the choice away from her. Yes, he wanted to make love with her - desperately, all right? - but he'd never pressure her into it, or assume that just because it was that way now, things wouldn't change. Clearly, things could change very rapidly between them.

It was such an incredibly cheesy thing to say, and she absolutely adored him for it. Cheesy, sappy things were part of Steve's charm in her opinion, and she would fight anyone who tried to say otherwise.

A picnic, spending the entire day together. It sounded amazing. She loved being outside with him, and it was true that being in public was just about the only thing that had convinced her not to try ripping his clothes off by now. And if he were to ask, she would gladly agree to let him draw her for however long he wanted. It was the perfect excuse to watch him work, and she could look at that handsome face for days and not tire of the sight. Especially that beautiful blue of his eyes...

"It sounds wonderful. All of it," she assured him with a smile. She was appreciative of the way he offered her that choice - she'd been without choices for a long time, and while she had no intention of changing her mind about sleeping with him, it still meant a lot to her to have that choice at all.

He smiled in relief. "Good. Like I said - I know I'm not the most fun guy on the block. And yeah, I know, it's my birthday tomorrow - but I don't want you to be bored to tears, either." Bucky used to complain - good-naturedly - that Steve could be a real wet blanket. To which he'd retort that he didn't feel like watching Buck get arrested, and having to scrounge up bail on his birthday, either.

With a start, Steve realized this would be the first birthday since he was three, that he hadn't shared with his best friend. It was like missing a limb; he could forget about it for a while, until something brought it to mind, and then he'd have a phantom pain, wanting to glance around, wondering how he could continue with his life, feeling as if a vital part of him was missing.

Steve pulled the arm she was holding onto towards him, pulling her along until she was close enough he could bend his head and press a kiss to her forehead. Breathing softly for a second, he asked in a near-whisper, "Is it too early to tell you I love you?"

She'd never be bored with Steve around, not to tears anyway. There would always be something to talk about, some new part of him to discover, another way to enjoy his company. She had a feeling that she could sit with Steve for hours, neither of them saying a thing, and still be perfectly at peace.

There was something in the way he pulled her to him that didn't fit with what they'd been talking about, and her brow furrowed in worry. Was he thinking about the past again, about the people he'd lost who wouldn't be there to share the day with him? Loss and grief was something she knew intimately, but in this case she felt slightly out of depth. She wanted to help him, but all she could think to do was just make sure he knew he wasn't alone.

Her heart stopped at those words that were so quiet she almost thought she'd dreamed them. Had he really just said he loved her? Tears blurred her vision and her breath hitched slightly, but she managed a mostly steady voice when she answered, "Only if it's too early to tell you I love you too."

Since shortly after he'd woken up in this new time, Steve had had a handle on his emotions. No highs of excitement, but no desperate lows, either. He'd moved through each day, finding things to keep him occupied, focused on learning the world again, and carving a niche for himself.

Everything had changed when he met Rogue. He couldn't remember ever being this happy - but life thrived on checks and balances, and now that he was really feeling again, he couldn't get away from the reality of what he was missing. Like a car, it looked fine on the outside, and it wasn't til you went to start it that you realized how out of whack it was. This, with her, was when he really started to wake up, as Steve Rogers, not just drifting through the world as the displaced and out-of-date Captain America.

Steve pulled Rogue around into another hug, being careful of his strength, because all he really wanted to do was squeeze her against him and never let go. It was a hug for comfort, and love, needing to be close to someone, not sexually, but still intimately. "Not too early, then," he murmured into her ear. "I love you, so much. It should be frightening, but I've stopped caring." He started to sway, rocking her back and forth, the way his mother had when she'd comforted him. He was still the one needing comfort, now, and he didn't want Rogue to feel it was her job to deal with his issues... She didn't have to do anything, except just be here, with him.

There was really nothing else she could do. Nothing anyone could do, and that was the hardest part for him to accept. But time continued to march on, and he was determined to gather every scrap of it and put it to use. He'd learned what happened when you grew complacent, and arrogant about how things would turn out. There was no room in his life any more for 'eventually' and 'someday.' Not the way he felt now, anyway.

Rogue had honestly thought she'd never find anyone to love again. There were too many secrets she had to keep, things that normal people wouldn't understand, that if she had tried for a relationship it would have been built on a bed of lies. That wasn't any way to live, especially when there would be so many things she couldn't control or explain. Dropping into this world had given her a chance at a new life that she was so grateful for, but it was proving to be anything but easy when it came to actually living that life.

With Steve, though, everything was easy. It was easy to love him, trust him, worry about him. It was easy to imagine spending her life with him, comforting and supporting him in everything he did. And saying 'I love you' to Steve had possibly been one of the easiest things she'd ever done in her entire life.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight in the hug that he seemed to badly need in that moment. Her hands smoothed along his back, rubbing small soothing circles as they swayed gently. "I love you, Steve Rogers," she told him softly, the entire world fading away because he was all that mattered. "I love you more than I can say. And I'm not going anywhere. We're going to take on this world together, you understand?"

Neither of them were going to be alone anymore, and that knowledge made her hold him even tighter. She wasn't going to be alone anymore. Meeting him was the best thing to happen to her in this new world, by far.

Steve understood that sometimes, you needed to lie, to protect yourself, or the ones you loved. He'd done it a time or two himself, and not always for entirely altruistic reasons. He would have forgiven Rogue, if she'd lied to him about her past - but once he found out, he wouldn't have been able to trust her, not the way he did now. He trusted her with everything, and that was something only a very select few people had ever had the privilege of.

Steve exhaled in relief, his arms tightening around her for just a second, before he made himself loosen his grip. He pulled back so he could cup her cheek, kissing her softly. "Got it," he confirmed. He drew one of her hands up to his, kissing the back of it before lacing their fingers together. He tucked her arm around his again, but kept their fingers together, and started meandering down the path, again.

"I know I've mentioned Bucky several times," he started to explain. He wanted her to know what was going on inside his head, because he had a feeling he was going to be the same big ball of emotions tomorrow that he was today. And maybe for a while after that. "He was my best friend. We met when I was 3. His family moved into our apartment, and my ma babysat sometimes, for extra money. He came over to watch fireworks, and found out it was my birthday." Steve swallowed, squeezing her hand in his. "We celebrated every birthday after that, together. Until now. That's... I've got a handle on it, mostly; I still miss him, but it doesn't hurt as much as when he first... But, every now and then, it's like I realize all over again, that he hasn't just gone out for a quick job, or something. He's actually gone."

Rogue wouldn't have blamed Steve for not trusting her if she'd lied to him so completely. It was such a relief to know that wouldn't happen now, that she could be open with him in a way she couldn't with anyone else. There were things she wasn't sure she would ever be able to bring herself to share with him, but she would tell him that instead of making up a lie, and something told her he would respect that, at least to an extent. He hadn't pressured her into telling him anything yet, and she didn't think he would in the future, either.

Those little displays of affection were heartbreaking in their perfection, each one everything she'd ever wanted from a 'normal' life. They were so easy to give and accept, each kiss and touch of his skin on hers a gift that she would never take for granted.

"I'm so sorry you have to go through that, sugar," she told him. "I can't even imagine what it's like for you. I've never had someone in my life who was always there; I envy you that." Steve and Bucky had had decades of friendship, nothing she'd had with any of the X-Men even came close to that sort of relationship. "I'm glad he was in your life, though, sugar. That you had someone like that who had your back. I'm so grateful to him for that."

Unless it was something he absolutely had to know, for some reason, Steve would never ask her to reveal something she didn't want to. He was a fairly open book, but he understood wanting, needing some things to stay private, unable to bear dredging up the memories, or having someone else learn about them.

Steve couldn't stop touching her, it was like breathing for him, even after such a short time. He was used to showing affection physically, be it an arm wrapped around the waist or shoulder, a hug, a ruffling of the hair, or leaning his forehead against someone else's. He could say I love you, and express his feelings to an extent, but (partly due to the time in which he was raised) he'd never been good at coming right out and really saying how he felt. But he could touch her, and show her through actions, and he planned on doing that for as long as he could. Forever, if he was really lucky.

"He was my brother. Sometimes we got on each other's nerves - he was a jerk sometimes, and I was a punk who couldn't stay outta fights. But he... I'm grateful for him, too. I'm never gonna stop missing him," he told her seriously, "but it's only gonna be bad on... well, on the special occasions." He leaned over, stealing a quick kiss to her cheek. "I just wanted you to know, in case I seem in my own head tomorrow, where I'm at. I'll try not to be. I wanna spend our time together with you, not... not ghosts."

Showing how he felt through actions rather than words was a good thing in Rogue's book. She'd absorbed more than enough people to know how often others lied about their emotions, how flowery words could hide terrible things. Having his touch was more important - it meant something to her that words never could. She didn't need elaborate declarations of undying affection so long as she had his arms around her.

Rogue smiled at that kiss to her cheek and squeezed his hand. "Sometimes the ghosts can't be ignored," she counseled gently. "Sometimes they shouldn't be. He was your family, and you're right, you'll never stop missing him. I understand that, and I'm never going to be bothered by that, I promise. Of all the things you have to worry about, that isn't one of them."

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.

Now Rogue was finally the one to blush in self-conscious embarrassment, ducking her head a little before glancing back up at him. "I've got a few not so tiny ones that aren't all that lovable," she warned him. "It's sweet of you to say, but I'm anything but perfect."

One of those flaws was something that she genuinely worried over how Steve would react. She'd seen how he'd taken the news of how she had all sorts of people crammed in her head, but how would he deal with the knowledge that some of them had a major influence over her? Thoughts, emotions, preferences - sometimes she wasn't sure if she really did like the foods and movies she thought she did, or if those feelings were from someone else. Sometimes it was a simple as being asked how she liked her eggs and she would have to really think about it because she didn't know. Other times, she wasn't able to separate their memories from her own, tragedies and celebrations she didn't experience jumbling all together to torment her. How would he deal with that when even she struggled with it?

Just a kid from Brooklyn. [For Steve Rogers]

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