Steve laughed, partly at her words, and in part from the sheer joy of the whole thing. "Please!" he exclaimed. "I've carried a motorcycle with three girls on it, a slip of a thing like you nothing!" He'd actually once lifted the front of a tank before, but he didn't think that needed to be said right now. He hadn't lifted it completely off the ground, just the front end, so it wasn't quite as impressive as the motorcycle.
He didn't run as quickly as he really could have, because he didn't want anyone to notice just how fast he could go while carrying another adult, but also because he really didn't want Rogue to freak out at the speed. It was a bit much if you weren't used to it.
It wasn't that far to the edge of the trees, and sure enough, Steve spotted a bench not too far away, settled between two trees planted close enough together that their respective shades overlapped, forming a cool oasis from the sun. He thought, briefly, about just sitting down while still holding Rogue - but quickly realized that was probably a bad idea, because then she'd be sitting in his lap, and - well, they were trying to stay decent, and there were still a lot of people around, even if they were a little more secluded, now.
Instead, Steve bent and gently set Rogue down on the ground beside the bench. "There. Safe as houses." He didn't even sound winded at all; it might as well have been a leisurely stroll without any extra weight being carried, for the way he felt afterward.
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He didn't run as quickly as he really could have, because he didn't want anyone to notice just how fast he could go while carrying another adult, but also because he really didn't want Rogue to freak out at the speed. It was a bit much if you weren't used to it.
It wasn't that far to the edge of the trees, and sure enough, Steve spotted a bench not too far away, settled between two trees planted close enough together that their respective shades overlapped, forming a cool oasis from the sun. He thought, briefly, about just sitting down while still holding Rogue - but quickly realized that was probably a bad idea, because then she'd be sitting in his lap, and - well, they were trying to stay decent, and there were still a lot of people around, even if they were a little more secluded, now.
Instead, Steve bent and gently set Rogue down on the ground beside the bench. "There. Safe as houses." He didn't even sound winded at all; it might as well have been a leisurely stroll without any extra weight being carried, for the way he felt afterward.