fateandfortune | The Sweet Gestures Meme

Entry tags:

open: meme

The Sweet Gestures Meme

the sweet gestures meme

Everyone loves sweet gestures—little things that remind someone that you love them, that you think of them, that you care for their general, and other things. A gesture could be made towards a friend, a family member, or some other loved one. Maybe towards a total stranger you think deserves something to make them smile.

prompts

1. LOVE NOTES ❤ Everyone loves love notes, and they don’t even have to be romantic. It could be simple as ‘have a good day at work’ or even something funny to brighten someone’s day.

2. BREAKFAST IN BED ❤ Especially on a Sunday morning or after a long, late shift at work, breakfast in bed with their favorite foods is surely the way to start the day off right.

3. PHONE CALL ❤ Who doesn’t like a phone call from someone they love, for no reason? A nice conversation can be all someone needs to have a better day or make a good day be a great one.

4. SWEET TREAT ❤ Late at night when you’re both tired from work or just general day-to-day things, something sweet from the local bakery can be just the thing you need.

5. MASSAGE ❤ While a wonderful idea, swapping massages can be a good idea too, or doing it after a nice bubble bath you made for them, or just randomly.

6. RANDOM HUG ❤ Even if they are not having a bad day, how could a hug not bring a smile to someone’s face?

7. SMALL GIFT ❤ It could be a piece of jewelry that caught your eye and reminded you of them, a stuffed animal you won at the carnival… just something small and sweet that you are sure they are going to love no matter how cheap or expensive it is.

8. FLOWERS ❤ From a florist or from a random patch of green, the surprise of flowers for someone you know and/or love is always welcomed! Look into their meanings to make the bouquet, big or small, become extra special.

9. RENT A MOVIE ❤ Sure, you might not like the genre of the movie, but if the other person does, then that is all that matters.

10. SLOW DANCE ❤ Middle of the living room, randomly while on a date, or maybe that is the whole purpose of the date. Slow dances are so underrated.

11. SURPRISE GETAWAY ❤ Yes, that is just what you guys need: a vacation from things, even if it’s just for a day or two and is not half way across the world. From a family vacation to a romantic spur of the moment, everyone loves going to a new place.

12. SURPRISE KISS ❤ Who doesn’t like a surprise kiss? A soft one on the cheek, a kiss being the thing to wake you up in the morning, or a big one right when you walk through the door.

13. HOLD HANDS ❤ There is nothing like holding hands. It’s a simple and intimate gesture, and if you do it the right way, it could have a whole different meaning.

14. COOK DINNER ❤ Come on, give it a go. Who cares if you’re not the best cook in the world or possibly the worst? It’s the thought that counts.

15. WILD CARD ❤ Was there something missed? Did you have another scene in mind? Want to roll again?

POSTED BY luuupin @ allmymemes

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Steve got another big laugh out of her at that, and it was perhaps the most she'd laughed in years. It felt so good to laugh like that, to be so relaxed with something that she could really enjoy herself. That was all him, and she was so very grateful to him for it.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you have a whole one all to yourself," she conceded, reaching over to pick up the container and remove the lid to show him the contents. A dozen cupcakes with three of each of four flavors: classic vanilla with chocolate buttercream, red velvet, mocha, and chocolate peanut butter. They were simple for the most part, but they had to start somewhere.

And on one of the center cupcakes was a single thin blue candle and a tiny plastic version of his shield, part of a party pack she'd seen at the store when she'd picked up the plates. Rogue reached into her purse and pulled out a lighter that she used to light the candle before holding the container out to him.

"Happy birthday, Steve," she told him with a fond smile. "Make a wish."

Hearing her laugh, happy and carefree, made Steve's heart soar. He hadn't realized it was possible to feel this happy. Now he was beginning to understand why people seemed so obsessed with dating, always searching for the right partner. He didn't know what his life would look like if he hadn't met Rogue, but he didn't think it would look nearly this bright. They had more than their fair share of darkness to get through between them, but together, he knew that they'd be alright.

Looking at the cupcakes, his eyes immediately tracked to the candle, and the small replica of his shield. His eyes lit up and he grinned. His expression softened with fondness at her words, but his smile didn't dim. He leaned forward over the container, and wondered what his wish should be. He'd always tried to wish for things that could be attained, because birthday wishes could only work so much, and he'd never wanted to waste one wishing for better health, when he'd known -- thought -- that it was an impossibility. But now, he wasn't sure what to wish for. He couldn't go back in time, and while a part of him still ached from the unknown possibilities that he'd forfeited by crashing that plane... He wouldn't want to abandon this, either. He bit his lip in concentration, glanced up at Rogue, then took a deep breath, before blowing, hard, sharp and quick, effectively snuffing the flame.

I wish the happy days like this, with Rogue, far outnumber the bad days we'll have to weather.

He opened his eyes, then looked back at Rogue, before leaning forward further so he could kiss her. "Thank you," he murmured.

Rogue's life in this world before meeting Steve had been... monotonous. As much as she'd tried to make a life for herself that she could enjoy and be proud of, it had been hard starting from nothing, and even harder having to do it all on her own. She'd cobbled together a daily routine that kept her moving, but there hadn't been any excitement to it, nor anything that really made her want to get out of bed in the mornings. Once she was up and moving, she would see the purpose in what she was doing with her students, helping people to start new lives in this country by learning the language, but that purpose was always shadowed by the belief that anyone could do that work.

This thing she had with Steve, though? Only she could do that, and she knew that every morning would be brighter for having him in her life now.

Watching him choose a wish like a schoolboy made her smile in pure affection, and if she'd known his wish, she would have echoed it with her own. She wanted them to be happy together more than anything, and she would do whatever it took to make that happen for him.

Returning that wonderful, sweet kiss, she murmured in reply, "You're welcome." She gave him one more kiss before pulling back and narrowing her eyes at him playfully. "Now get a move on, mister, or your frosting will start melting before we get out of this sun."

Laughing at her rebuke, he reached in and picked up the center cupcake, with the candle and shield, while giving her a precise military salute with his other hand. "Yes, ma'am," he sassed cheekily. He carefully pulled the shield out of the frosting, studying it. It was just a cheap plastic thing, but he decided he'd keep it. He used to have a small box he'd kept little mementos in, to help remind him of important memories, and people. He was sure it had gotten tossed after he hadn't returned from the war, with no one left around who'd known him personally enough to care about scraps, but he thought this was a good first memory to save.

Considering he was planning on keeping it, it probably wasn't the best idea to stick it in his mouth and lick the frosting off, but that's exactly what he did, before pulling the candle out and doing the same. The frosting was a rich chocolate he'd never tasted before, but it wasn't until he unwrapped it and tasted the cupcake itself that he realized just how different it was to anything he'd ever had previously.

Steve let out a long, heartfelt groan. The cupcake was just a regular vanilla, soft and moist, but the frosting was something else entirely; rich and creamy and soft, it melted in his mouth with an explosion of chocolate flavoring. "Oh my God," he uttered, still with cake in his mouth, muffling his words.

Steve licking the frosting off the shield and candle was one of the most adorable things she'd seen him do yet. It made Rogue wish she'd thought to have a camera out, even just the one on her phone, but then she didn't know yet how Steve felt about photos. She'd have to ask him later - she'd love to have photos of the two of them together, for their eyes only of course, and the few friends they decided to share them with.

Rogue's face lit up at Steve's groan in reaction to tasting the full cupcake, since she was pretty darn sure that meant he liked it. His muffled utterance made her giggle in pure joy. "That good, huh?" she asked him with laughter in her voice, closing up the container so they could pack up and move to some shade. "Wait until you try the rest."

Steve had never thought of having pictures of himself, doing every day things, before. He knew cameras weren't the expensive rarity they had been in his time; he even knew how to use the camera function on his phone. But it just never occurred to him to take pictures of things that weren't big events, like weddings, or special functions. Cameras had been expensive, and the rolls of film as well; they were only used when it was worth it, and when money was tight, as it always was, it wasn't worth it very often. He still had that mindset, despite it no longer being the case anymore.

Steve gave another, shorter groan at her words, swallowing before he replied. "I'm not sure I'll survive, if the rest taste as good as this," he said honestly. He didn't quite shove the rest of the cupcake in his mouth, but he did finish it fairly quickly, enjoying the flavors as much as the first bite, before dusting crumbs off his hands so he could help her start to pack.

Rogue had had all sorts of photographs with her friends back before the war. Posed group photos, candid shots, selfies, she'd collected them all, especially when things had taken a turn for the worse in the political sphere. When the war had properly begun, she'd been one of many to carry around a stack of photos to remember those who had been lost. Those photos were all gone now, and she would give a great many things to have them back, even just one of herself and Remy.

There wasn't much to pack, since she'd already gathered up the containers of food, but she squared it all away in the cooler before climbing off the blanket. "Oh sugar, you have to survive, we haven't even gotten to the real dessert yet," she teased him suggestively, adding a wink at the end as she leaned down to grab a corner of the blanket.

The only picture Steve had had, in the end, was the one of Peggy he'd cut out of a paper and glued to the inside of the lid of his compass. He had no idea what had happened to it; probably washed away by the water before it had frozen, lost forever. Sounded like a metaphor he didn't want to think about.

Steve started to pull the blanket up, shaking it free of crumbs and wayward bugs before going to fold it up. He couldn't help freezing for just a second at Rogue's words; his cheeks grew hot for a completely different reason than the sun, and he glanced at Rogue with a rebuking look before pursing his lips and concentrating on folding. "Yeah. I was...trying not to think about that, actually."

Realizing that it sounded as if he'd changed his mind about the whole thing, he shrugged. "I mean-- I don't wanna be a nervous wreck the whole day, right? And the more I think about things, the more I overthink things, and then I start second-guessing everything I do, and--" he sighed, then smiled gently at her. "I just wanna enjoy today. And whatever happens later-- happens."

For a second, she almost had thought he'd changed his mind. It wouldn't have been so bad, they were perfectly capable of taking things slow (probably), but it would have stung a little.

Rogue set the cooler down on the grass and approached Steve with an understanding look, reaching out to put her hands on his where they held the blanket. Returning that smile, she told him, "You don't have to be nervous, sugar, not right now. Whatever happens later won't change the way I feel about you - whether we sleep together or not tonight, I'm still going to love you like crazy. So you're right, let's just enjoy today, and tonight we can both be nervous and decide what we want to do."

Rogue's words helped some, and her touch helped more to settle him, but Steve couldn't help but feel disappointed at the thought of not making love with her that night. It had been sitting, in the back of his mind, all day - since their impromptu date yesterday, in fact - that it would happen. He wasn't planning it, but part of him had been planning on it, in a comforting way; this was him, moving on, creating new memories and, more than that, new experiences in this new life of his in this new time.

Steve turned his hands slightly, so he could keep hold of the blanket but wrap his fingers around Rogue's hands. He pulled his arms in, bringing her with them, until he could lean forward and kiss her over the blanket. "Not--" he kissed her again, "that comforting, actually. I kind of... really want this." And he was sure he couldn't explain it adequately so he didn't sound like a horndog. It wasn't about the sex; it was about the connection. He exhaled heavily and smiled again. "Even if we never had sex, I could never stop loving you." He pressed his forehead to hers for a moment. "But I'd really like to. Have sex, not--" He pulled back with an aggravated look on his face. "Okay, I'm gonna stop while I'm behind, here." He really should just learn to never open his mouth. It always got him into trouble.

Rogue's eyes widened almost imperceptibly at Steve's words, and she knew that he couldn't possibly have understood just how much what he was saying would mean to her. How many people had told her over the years that they didn't care if they weren't able to have sex, that it wasn't a deal-breaker for their relationship? She'd been hurt so many times because of it, and that pain had been one of the main reasons she'd resisted admitting her affections for Remy for so long.

But with Steve... She believed him. This thing they had was so strong and so steady that even she believed they could withstand that hardship. But she so incredibly glad that they wouldn't have to. Carefully tugging her hands from his, she looped her arms around his neck, determined that he wasn't going anywhere at the moment. "I want this too," she assured him quietly, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes of his. "I want to have sex with you tonight. I just don't want you to be so nervous that you worry yourself out of enjoying your birthday, okay?"

At first, Steve thought he had gone and said exactly the wrong thing. Rogue had been understandably vague when discussing it that first day, but Steve could just imagine, with her powers being uncontrolled at the time, that physical intimacy had been a deal-breaker far too often with anyone she'd tried to get close with. And here he was, saying he'd really like to have sex with her. He was a complete idiot.

But then she wrapped her arms around him, and automatically, Steve's hands moved to hold her waist to steady her, the blanket caught between them and wrapped around her. He managed a nod and half-smile. "Not...worrying, exactly. More like... slightly anxious anticipation."

Steve was about to lean in and kiss her again, less chastely than previously -- when something hard hit and bounced off his back. Even as he began to turn his head to see what it had been (but not letting go of Rogue), he heard a woman shout "Jesse!" He saw her come jogging over to them, bending down to pick up some kind of large, bright green and black ball, vaguely shaped like a football, with spiraled grooves carved into it.

"I am so, so sorry!" she apologized, even as a boy of about 10 came up beside her. She turned and glared at him. "What have I told you about this thing?!"

Jesse shrugged, trying to look careless, but also obviously uncomfortable. Steve knew the feeling. "Not to throw it in the house?"

"NOT where people might get hit!" His mother corrected fiercely. "Now apologize!"

Jesse sighed, digging his toe into the ground and pushing his hands deeper into his cargo shorts' pockets. "Sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Steve smiled, letting go of Rogue so he could fully face the boy. "It's fine, son. But-- maybe you should listen to your mom when she tells you something. It-- she's just trying to look out for you, so you don't get in trouble."

Looking even more uncomfortable, Jesse just nodded.

Not sure what possessed him to do it, other than the weather and the good mood he was in, Steve jerked his head. "Tell ya what. Only time I ever got in trouble was when I didn't listen to my ma. Wanna see how I turned out?" He moved over to his bag, picked it up and came back over to Jesse and his mother. He knelt down and said softly, "Can you keep a secret?"

Jesse's eyes grew big, and he looked at his mother, who shrugged helplessly, just as confused as he was. Finally, Jesse nodded.

"Always listen to your mom," Steve said, before opening his bag, just enough to reveal the edge of his shield, "and maybe someday you can be just like me."

"Whoa, cool! You're--!" he stopped just short of shouting the whole thing, catching Steve's wide-eyes and the finger he'd thrown against his lips to signal silence. Jesse nodded frantically, bouncing in place with excitement.

Handing the ball back to her son, his mother said, "Go back to your friends. Play out in the field, not near the blankets!" She shouted after him, before turning back to Steve. Her eyes were still a little wide, and she said again, more fervently, "I am so sorry!"

Standing back up, Steve shook his head with a smile. "It's no problem, ma'am. Just, uh-- don't hold this over his head, except for the really important stuff, okay?"

She laughed a little. "Does doing his homework count?"

Steve shrugged. "Only until about 10th grade."

Eyeing Steve speculatively, she nodded. "I'll take it. I'm sorry, for the interruption." She glanced over quickly at Rogue, before smiling at them and starting to turn. She stopped midway, though, and turned back to say fervently, "Thank you. For--" she nodded at his bag. "What you're doing. It means a lot, to a lot of people."

Steve nodded again, watching as she began to pick her way back through the sea of people and blankets and baskets, back to her own spot.

Slightly anxious anticipation. That was certainly a phrase she could relate to. Rogue was very much looking forward to that night, to taking that step with Steve and gaining an even stronger level of closeness between them. There was still so much they didn't know about each other even on the most basic levels, but there would be an added sense of comfort and ease once they shared that level of intimacy. It was something that she was eager to experience for a number of reasons.

Rogue didn't quite know what was happening when Steve seemed like he was going to lean in to kiss her and then suddenly didn't, but it was easy to piece together when she saw the frantic mother and the strange ball that she vaguely recognized as something the kids at the mansion had played with once. She watched the exchange between mother and son with a kind, understanding smile and even a bit of longing before turning her attention to Steve as he addressed the boy and--

She didn't know what made him share his secret with the boy, but she knew instinctively that it was going to change Jesse's life. Steve was a hero to so many people in the city, and to have a hero be made real - she knew how inspirational that could be for a child.

And then Jessie's mother thanked Steve and Rogue couldn't stop the swell of pride and hope in her chest. He deserved that thanks, she'd seen what had happened that day, and she was so grateful that the other woman had taken the time to express her feelings on the matter. In her opinion, Steve needed to hear that thanks, needed to know that this future world needed him as much as his old one had, and she was fairly certain that he'd get tired of hearing her say how proud she was of him. Still, she had to say it at least a few times.

As Steve watched the woman walk away, Rogue slipped back into place at his side, sliding her arms around his middle and leaning her head against his shoulder. "That was a really sweet thing you did, sugar," she said, giving him a light, affectionate squeeze. "I'm so very proud of you for everything you've done since you got here. There's so much I probably don't even know about, but every little thing I learn is just making me fall more in love with you." She wasn't even sure how that was possible, with as crazy as she was about him already, but she wasn't going to question it.

Steve thought about what the mother had said; he was making a difference, as Captain America; people looked up to him still, in a way he hadn't expected. He remembered the kids cheering for him during his USO shows, and the soldiers who had booed him offstage. He realized now that those kids who had loved him, had passed on those memories to their own children; he hadn't been forgotten, he'd known that, but it was finally sinking in that he was still relevant. Just by virtue of memory and idealization, he could make a difference even when there wasn't an army from outer space to fight. He just needed to figure out how, exactly...

Lost in his own thoughts from the mother's thanks, Steve started slightly when Rogue hugged him, but he slipped his arm around her, the position feeling far more natural and comfortable than it probably had any right to, after such a short amount of time. He just watched Rogue, listening to her words and letting them fill him up with pride and happiness. Besides the whole alien army thing, he'd done basically a whole lot of nothing, just playing catch-up to the contemporary world.

Kissing her forehead, Steve said ruefully, "Stopping an invading alien force is about the only thing I've done. And destroy about 3 dozen punching bags." No... he'd done one other thing. He'd gone to visit Peggy. That hadn't turned out nearly as well as the Battle, though; and the City would be recovering from that for years, probably. He didn't know how long he'd take to heal as fully as possible from Peggy's deterioration.

Here was an opportunity, he thought, to question Rogue about what she'd done in the past; not the heartbreak of the war and her imprisonment, but before that, when she'd taught at a school, when she'd been on a team of superheroes herself. Or at least, let her know that it was alright to tell him about it, if she felt like it. "Someday... if you're okay telling me about it... I'd like to hear about what you've done, too. I already can't imagine being prouder of you, but I'd like to hear about it, to prove I'm right."

Playing catch-up with the world was perhaps what she was most proud of him for, which she wasn't entirely sure Steve would understand. Battling an alien army was impressive, but Steve had fought armies before, had led men into battle and both succeeded and failed. Stepping into a world that wasn't his own, though? Making the effort to learn to survive and trying to cope with all the many changes that had occurred in seventy years? That was something to be proud of, whether he saw it or not. So many people would have rejected the whole situation, stayed hidden and holed up away from the world, but Steve had gone out and seen it. He was embracing this new path as best he could and she would never stop being proud of him for that.

Hearing that he was proud of her was a very different thing. She didn't think she'd done much to be proud of herself, but then he didn't know much of anything about her past. He didn't know about all the many ways she failed in the war, about the things she'd been forced to do in that lab. He didn't know about the dozens of children who had died because of her...

It wasn't what he meant when he asked for stories with that wonderful look in his eyes, though, and she knew it. He wanted to hear about before the war, about her crazy adventures with the X-Men and perhaps even her days as a teacher. That would be easy enough to share, she could almost look back on those days without any darkness clouding the good memories. "And I'd like to tell you about it all," she assured him, and it was true in this case. "There's a lot to tell, really. We'll have enough stories to last us a good long while."

Rogue had survived, and no matter what issues she still dealt with, she was far more put-together than anyone had any right to expect from her after her ordeals (and Steve wasn't even aware of all of them). If Steve knew nothing else about Rogue, it was that she had an indomitable spirit, and that was always something to be proud of. And he wouldn't hear a word otherwise, from her or anyone else.

Steve smiled in relief when she agreed to tell him, seeming genuine. "We do have some time before the fireworks," he responded, "and I believe we were gonna try to find some place with shade." Looking at her face, he couldn't tell if she was already starting to get a little pink, or if it was just an illusion caused by the sun on her red dress. "Now might be a good time to do that," he added, efficiently finishing folding the blanket.

Edited 2016-06-15 16:05 (UTC)

Even if he didn't want to, it was inevitable that Steve would hear Rogue's own opinion on the matter of her survival. It was a complicated one, to be sure - she had a severe case of survivor's guilt for all the lives that had been lost not only trying to protect her, but also at the cost of studying her powers. But she was also aware that had she not survived, no one would have been there to take over when Kitty was injured, and they never would have been able to complete the mission. Her survival had served a purpose, but at what cost?

Complicated.

Rogue smiled at Steve and grabbed the cooler again. "Yes, now's a very good time," she agreed. "I can feel the lobstering starting, and I'll warn you now that I get cranky when I'm sunburnt." She got cranky at a number of things, really, but he could learn all about those later.

Survivor's guilt was something Steve was quite familiar with, and while her own situation may be more complicated than his own, it didn't mean that Steve couldn't sympathize with it. They'd just have to cross that bridge when they came to it, together.

"You are looking a little pink," Steve said. He nodded toward the nearby entrance of the park. "We can head toward the road, see if there are any benches in the shade there." There were trees planted along the edges of the park, surely there must be places for people to sit and enjoy the park without being roasted in the heat. If nothing else, they could spread the blanket out under one of them. There wasn't as much open space there, which was why they hadn't chosen a spot there in the first place.

A cranky Rogue was something Steve couldn't really imagine, she was always so sweet and caring and nice - but he kind of wanted to see it. Not that he wanted her to be in a bad mood, but... well, no one had ever accused him of making wise decisions.

Lord, Rogue hoped she wasn't going to end up burnt from their lounging in the sunshine. She wanted to be able to press her bare skin to his that night, and wrap her legs around him without them screaming in pain from being baked in nature's oven. If she wasn't able to have good and proper sex with him that night because she'd been too content sprawling around like a cat, she'd never forgive herself.

That terrible prospect made Rogue loop her arm through Steve's and give him a tug in that direction. "Come on, then, slowpoke!"

Steve really didn't want to see Rogue cranky. It wasn't a pretty sight. And when she got really riled, she could be a true southern spitfire. He might think he wanted to see that now, but all the men in her life had learned to head for the hills when she was in a mood.

Steve never ran from trouble, that was for sure. It was something Bucky had always complained about, that Steve's internal compass must be broken, because he inevitably headed toward trouble instead of away, like any sensible person would.

Steve laughed at her sudden burst of energy, not knowing the thoughts behind it, but he was game. In a playful mood, he had enough presence of mind to warn Rogue, "Don't freak out," just before bending down to scoop her up in his arms, intending to run them over to the shade.

Undoubtedly, Rogue would end up pointing that out to Steve as well, because in her mind it was tantamount to clinical insanity to stay in her path when she was on the rampage. Even Remy had taken cover, though admittedly half the time it seemed like he was the one causing the bout of anger.

She squeaked when he picked her up, an arm automatically looping around his neck while she kept a firm hold of the cooler. Dropping his birthday cupcakes seemed like a very bad idea, but she couldn't deny that a thrill ran through her at being carried in his arms like that.

"Just don't drop me!" she exclaimed in as quiet a voice as she could manage while he ran.

Steve laughed, partly at her words, and in part from the sheer joy of the whole thing. "Please!" he exclaimed. "I've carried a motorcycle with three girls on it, a slip of a thing like you nothing!" He'd actually once lifted the front of a tank before, but he didn't think that needed to be said right now. He hadn't lifted it completely off the ground, just the front end, so it wasn't quite as impressive as the motorcycle.

He didn't run as quickly as he really could have, because he didn't want anyone to notice just how fast he could go while carrying another adult, but also because he really didn't want Rogue to freak out at the speed. It was a bit much if you weren't used to it.

It wasn't that far to the edge of the trees, and sure enough, Steve spotted a bench not too far away, settled between two trees planted close enough together that their respective shades overlapped, forming a cool oasis from the sun. He thought, briefly, about just sitting down while still holding Rogue - but quickly realized that was probably a bad idea, because then she'd be sitting in his lap, and - well, they were trying to stay decent, and there were still a lot of people around, even if they were a little more secluded, now.

Instead, Steve bent and gently set Rogue down on the ground beside the bench. "There. Safe as houses." He didn't even sound winded at all; it might as well have been a leisurely stroll without any extra weight being carried, for the way he felt afterward.

Rogue could tell that Steve wasn't going as fast as he really could, from the way he moved and the sound of his breathing. She knew that he was physically enhanced, and that most people probably would panic a bit at the higher than normal speed, but for her own part she was mostly just disappointed. For half her life, she'd been surrounded by enhanced people, and she really kind of wanted to see what he was capable of. But there would be plenty of time for that later, of course.

She rolled her eyes at him as he set her down, placing the cooler on the bench before straightening out the skirt of her dress and smoothing her hands down the sides to avert wrinkles. The bench with its shade was perfect, and she had no doubt that another happy couple would have wandered by in a few minutes to claim it if they hadn't.

Plopping down beside the cooler, she laid an arm along the back of the bench and looked up at Steve with a playfully suspicious gaze. "Three girls on a motorcycle, huh?"

Someday, and someday soon, Steve would show Rogue just how strong and fast he was, if she wanted to see that. In the middle of the park while on a date wasn't exactly the best time, though; New Yorkers were good about being blasé about celebrities, but he was sure he'd get mobbed by people who suddenly recognized him if he did something like show off his real strength.

Watching her straighten out her dress, Steve was filled with affection all over again for this incredible girl. Her look and the question that followed only enhanced it. He couldn't play it cool, so Steve just grinned as he sat down beside her. "Yep. They were wearing really short skirts - short for the time, anyway - and I was dressed in tights. It was a thing."

Getting mobbed by fans and curious citizens wasn't something Rogue was overly excited to experience, so she was fine with waiting to see that side of Steve. It was certainly still a side she wanted to see, she wanted to see all sides of this amazing man, but she could be patient.

Rogue listened to him give further details of what sounded like a fascinating story and just grinned right back at him and shook her head. "You know you're gonna have to tell me that story sometime, right? That's far too intriguing for me to pass up. I wonder if there are pictures of it somewhere, too..."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject