This felt almost bigger than when they'd first tumbled into bed together, Steve thought as he got up to go find something for her. But it was one more way to share something completely ordinary, yet intimate, and he'd never had that with anyone before. The closest he'd ever gotten to something like this was getting Bucky's hand-me-downs, and it really was not the same thing. At all.

Rifling through his dresser drawers, he finally pulled out a pair of running shorts, and a soft white T-shirt. He smiled at the logo of an eagle in army brown across the front, with the letters 'S.S.R.' stamped on a shield over the eagle's breast. It was the shirt he'd woken up in, in this new time, and while he'd hated the experience, he still kept the shirt purely for the nostalgia of the logo. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing Rogue wandering around in it.