"I wouldn't mind that myself," Steve said with a half-smile. It took only a couple seconds for the words to register, and for the mental image of Natasha to pop up in his head, raising an intrigued eyebrow at him.

"Not--that! My own-- It'll be nice to-- have my own space, again."

Christ! It was a perfectly ordinary turn of phrase, but between growing up around a consummate flirt like Bucky, and then having Natasha turn everything into an innuendo, Steve could never watch his mouth close enough not to stick his foot in it.

Steve finally just closed his eyes and prayed for patience, both for himself, and from Rogue.