If Rogue had the money, she would live in an apartment with floor to ceiling windows, and she would always leave them open for the sun and stars to shine through. For three years, she didn't once see the sky, and that experience had taken its toll on her. She avoided being in places that felt enclosed or didn't have windows, because she'd found out the hard way that such things tended to cause panic attacks for her now.
"Thanks, sugar," she said to him over her shoulder as she trimmed the ends of the flowers with a pair of scissors to fit the vase she'd pulled out from under the sink. Everything was kept the same proportionate height so she didn't mess up his arrangement. Tossing the trimmed off stems into the small trash can beside the faded avocado green fridge, she picked up the filled vase and turned to face him.
"New Orleans feels like the only home I have left," she explained with only a flicker of sadness in her voice. "When I think of going back to somewhere I felt safe and accepted, it's what comes to mind. I lived in the school where I taught for almost a decade, but during the war, they..." She looked down at the beautiful flowers in her hands, reminding herself that she wasn't back there anymore. "That's where they put the lab, in the place that was my home. So even though I only stayed in New Orleans for a few months, it's all I have left."
Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at Steve with a small, fond smile. "This city's starting to suddenly seem like home too, though," she continued. "I wonder why that is." It was because of him, of course. Steve Rogers, the man out of time who had stolen her heart.
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"Thanks, sugar," she said to him over her shoulder as she trimmed the ends of the flowers with a pair of scissors to fit the vase she'd pulled out from under the sink. Everything was kept the same proportionate height so she didn't mess up his arrangement. Tossing the trimmed off stems into the small trash can beside the faded avocado green fridge, she picked up the filled vase and turned to face him.
"New Orleans feels like the only home I have left," she explained with only a flicker of sadness in her voice. "When I think of going back to somewhere I felt safe and accepted, it's what comes to mind. I lived in the school where I taught for almost a decade, but during the war, they..." She looked down at the beautiful flowers in her hands, reminding herself that she wasn't back there anymore. "That's where they put the lab, in the place that was my home. So even though I only stayed in New Orleans for a few months, it's all I have left."
Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at Steve with a small, fond smile. "This city's starting to suddenly seem like home too, though," she continued. "I wonder why that is." It was because of him, of course. Steve Rogers, the man out of time who had stolen her heart.