This was one of the parts of being in a relationship that Rogue was most eager to share with Steve. Being able to sleep beside him and not be in constant fear of hurting him - it was a gift, plain and simple. There had been no way for her to have that with Remy, and while of course they had slept together many times, one or often both of them had taken precautions against the inevitability, and there had certainly been a few accidents. Remy had never given up though, and she had a feeling that Steve wouldn't either in that position.

Waiting patiently on the couch was something Rogue had planned to do, but after Steve had been out of her sight for thirty seconds, she just couldn't wait any longer. There was a pull to be by his side, and it was too strong to resist. So she didn't. She got up off the couch and went down the hall, her bare feet padding quietly on the floor. Coming up beside Steve, she leaned against him slightly before reaching out to smooth her fingers over the logo on the soft material of the shirt.

"What is it?" she inquired with genuine curiosity, looking up at him with an open, wondering expression. She may have done some research on him after the Battle, but it hadn't been that much.