Sitting with Steve was soothing to Rogue's soul. There were so many things that weighed on her even now, old wounds and emotional scars that would forever influence her outlook on life, and Steve's presence was a balm to all of that, smoothing over the cracks and ridges and making everything just a little easier.

Spotting that chunk of sandwich in his hand, he seemed to devour it in one go, which made her giggle quietly because it fit the image of him being crafted in her mind. She might not know much about Steve Rogers just yet, but she loved what she did know, every bit of it.

"Maybe I'll split one with you," she decided with a smile. "I'm sure you could finish the whole batch yourself if you put your mind to it." He hadn't even gotten to all the flavors yet, they'd been so distracted by each other. Granted, quite a bit of that had been her influence, but it did take two to tango, so she couldn't claim all the blame.