The only picture Steve had had, in the end, was the one of Peggy he'd cut out of a paper and glued to the inside of the lid of his compass. He had no idea what had happened to it; probably washed away by the water before it had frozen, lost forever. Sounded like a metaphor he didn't want to think about.

Steve started to pull the blanket up, shaking it free of crumbs and wayward bugs before going to fold it up. He couldn't help freezing for just a second at Rogue's words; his cheeks grew hot for a completely different reason than the sun, and he glanced at Rogue with a rebuking look before pursing his lips and concentrating on folding. "Yeah. I was...trying not to think about that, actually."

Realizing that it sounded as if he'd changed his mind about the whole thing, he shrugged. "I mean-- I don't wanna be a nervous wreck the whole day, right? And the more I think about things, the more I overthink things, and then I start second-guessing everything I do, and--" he sighed, then smiled gently at her. "I just wanna enjoy today. And whatever happens later-- happens."