It wouldn't be at all boring for Rogue to give Steve a crash course in the past seventy years. She would honestly enjoy getting to share those things with him, the ones that were her favorites and those that were necessary for him to understand the most common references. Movies, books, music, events - all of it.

She appreciated the care Steve took while they drove, and never once was she nervous despite the heavy traffic. With her arms around him, she felt perfectly safe, and she knew he wouldn't do anything that would get her hurt. Trusting him was as easy as breathing.

Before she dismounted, she tugged at the helmet and held it in one hand as she leaned in to press a kiss to the back of his neck. Then she was off the bike, trailing her free hand along his shoulder until she was steady. "I love riding with you," she told him with a smile.