It wasn't the show itself that he was embarrassed about, so much - he'd certainly done many embarrassing things in his lifetime (usually having to do either with a girl, or trying to prove he was capable of something) - but the fact that he'd bought into his own hype. He'd had crowds cheering for him, adults as well as kids watching his films and being excited. And then he'd been booed offstage and he'd realized, the Emperor has no clothes on. He may be optimistic about the world, but he knew how it worked, and it was rare that he got duped so completely, and he'd had no one to blame but himself.

Steve had just enough time to realize what she was doing, and start to protest, "Rogue─" before he had a lapful of petite brunette and his mouth was otherwise occupied. He didn't try to pull back or stop her, though, instead sighing into the kiss and relaxing, his arms wrapping under her arms and around her back, holding her to him, kissing her slow and deep, letting it simmer and slowly build. Without conscious direction, his hand began sliding down her back, to rest at the curve of her hips, pulling her incrementally closer to him. She'd certainly be able to feel how the kiss was starting to affect him.