Steve had always been cocky, thinking he was invincible, never giving in to the notion that he couldn't handle anything, or anyone. It had driven Bucky spare, and it had only grown worse when his body had been enhanced.

He could tell he couldn't be blasé about it with Rogue, though, not like he usually was. And he understood; the idea of her fighting, being shot at - if he were in her shoes, he'd be worried sick. Leaning his forehead against hers, he said soothingly, "I will always find a way back to you. I promise. I have something incredible to come back for, I'm not gonna screw that up. Okay?"

This wasn't like his suicide mission on the plane, where all he had was a photograph, the memory of a kiss, and the possibility of a future - this thing with Rogue, it was a certainty, and he was going to see it through 'til the end.