Rogue was so very grateful that Steve didn't brush off her fear and worry as so many people might have. Any time he was out there doing his job as Captain America, she would be worried sick that it would be the one time he couldn't keep that promise to her, because there was always the one time. That one time had cost her Remy, and she couldn't bear to lose Steve too.

"Okay," she murmured in agreement, closing her eyes and just drinking in the closeness of him. When she opened them again, the fear and worry were gone, replaced by a playful mischief. "Weren't you going to feed me?"