It was one of the best nights Rogue had ever experienced, in this world or any other. Steve's friends and their significant others were absolutely lovely, completely welcoming her into the circle and drawing her in with their stories of daily life mixed with Avengering. For anyone else, transitioning from a story of arguing with a self-checkout to one of tracking down a criminal mastermind would have seemed completely surreal, but Rogue's life had never been anything resembling ordinary, and none of it took her by surprise.

By the time the party ended, she was feeling the strain from being social for so many hours, but the sight of the gently falling snow brightened her up considerably. She loved snow, had always been fascinated with how it softened the world and made everything a little more beautiful. The cold that came with snow, however, was not as beloved, and she joined Steve in shaking out her hair and shedding her coat, shivering slightly at the chill in the apartment.

"I think I'll turn up the heat a little," she decided, moving toward the thermostat in the living room.