Holding his hand was one of the best feelings in the world. Just that simple touch made her smile, made her feel light as air with no worries in sight. If she was holding his hand, she could conquer anything. But first things first, they had to find the perfect spot to sit.
Rogue glanced around as they approached that grassy area, then tugged Steve forward when she'd seen it. There weren't too many people nearby, close enough to feel like they weren't pariahs but far enough away that they could talk without being easily overheard. The patch of grass was green and just waiting to be covered with their blanket.
"It's been ages since I was on a picnic," she confided, still smiling like a smitten schoolgirl, only letting go of his hand when they reached their spot, and only to take the cooler from him. She made short work of unzipping it and removing the thin red and white checkered blanket, unfolding it partway and then holding out an end to Steve to help her lay it down.
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Rogue glanced around as they approached that grassy area, then tugged Steve forward when she'd seen it. There weren't too many people nearby, close enough to feel like they weren't pariahs but far enough away that they could talk without being easily overheard. The patch of grass was green and just waiting to be covered with their blanket.
"It's been ages since I was on a picnic," she confided, still smiling like a smitten schoolgirl, only letting go of his hand when they reached their spot, and only to take the cooler from him. She made short work of unzipping it and removing the thin red and white checkered blanket, unfolding it partway and then holding out an end to Steve to help her lay it down.