Watching Disney

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Hooking up a DVD player... Okay, to be honest, it was still a lot of fiddly work, but Steve thought he understood it a little better, after basically hovering behind Rogue, watching what she was doing and consulting the manual - not because he doubted her, but just trying to match her actions to the instructions.

But now everything was hooked up, they had a couple drinks, and were settled on the couch, ready to start the movie. Steve glanced at the box cover again, intrigued at the artwork. He wondered if he'd be able to understand anything in the movie, or if it would all be pop culture references that went over his head, like in so many sitcoms and adult movies. He had fairly high hopes, actually; the movie was meant for children, who wouldn't have a wide knowledge of culture, pop or otherwise, like their adult counterparts. Some things may still go over his head, but he figured he'd still enjoy the overall story.

Settling his arm around Rogue's shoulder over the back of the couch and pulling her in to lean against him, Steve held up the remote, pointed it carefully at the DVD player, and pressed Play.

First Christmas

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Glancing back to make sure Rogue was still in the bathroom around the corner, Steve stopped fiddling with his tie, and went over to his closet. Keeping one ear trained on the quiet sounds of Rogue moving around, he ducked down and pulled out his portfolio bag. Along with the shield he always stored in there, underneath the shield was a wide, fairly flat box that he pulled out. He flipped the lid open to make sure nothing was tangled, reaching out with a finger to delicately rearrange a few pieces, before snapping the lid shut.

Taking a deep breath, he repeated to himself that he could do this. Giving a gift had never been so nerve-wracking, honestly; he hoped Rogue liked it. She'd probably accuse him of spoiling her, especially once he explained that this wasn't his actual Christmas gift to her. But he'd seen it in the window of a little indie clothing store a few blocks away, and had immediately known it would look stunning on Rogue.

Right. Okay. Time to do this. Straightening up and shoving the bag back in the closet with one foot, he passed a hand over his suit and slacks to get rid of any wrinkles from crouching, before moving toward the bathroom.