Steve's shoulders slumped at her question; of course he wanted her to come with, and the fact that she seemed at all surprised by the thought made him feel like somehow he was failing. He knew Rogue's default was to assume people would abandon her, but he'd been trying so hard to show her that wasn't the case. He knew ten months wasn't nearly long enough to undo a lifetime of feelings - he'd had four years in this body and he still acted like he was that scrawny kid from before most of the time.

Reaching out, he placed his hand on her arm. "Yes. Of course I want you to come with. I--"

He had to do it now, he realized. Right now. "There's something else. I've been thinking about it - well, for a long time, but it always seemed too soon, and we never really talked about it, but then the whole thing with SHIELD and moving came up, and I don't want you to think that's the only reason, but-- whether I take the job or not..." He took a deep breath, unconsciously squaring his shoulders. Brace for impact. "Will...you marry me?"