Leaning over, Steve pressed a soft kiss against Rogue's lips. "Come on," he murmured, reaching for her hand and threading their fingers together. "You get to teach this old man how all this new-fangled technology works."

He couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face; he understood most every day modern technology - he had no problem working his phone, even figuring out new things on it - and once he was shown something, he picked it up right away. But it was inescapable that he hadn't grown up with this stuff, or even been around as it was being invented and progressing, so he had to jump in with both feet when everyone else, no matter their age, had had the chance to learn it as it advanced.

Grabbing his phone, Steve stood and pulled Rogue along, stealing another kiss as he did.