...shit, his team! They're probably still waiting for him in the Tower. Steve takes the card, eyes a little wide as he internally panics a little, wondering just how long he's been sitting here wallowing in his own problems, ignoring his teammates. Tony's probably throwing a bitch-fit by now.
Looking at the card, his eyes soften a little, his thumb brushing lightly over the word Rogue. His gaze flicks back to her face, her hair. She may be Marie - different life experiences, different person, but essentially Marie all over again - but Rogue fits her perfectly.
There are a hundred, a thousand things he wants to say to her. None of them seem right, so he just gives a nod of his head, and settles on, "Thank you."
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Date: 2018-03-01 05:11 am (UTC)...shit, his team! They're probably still waiting for him in the Tower. Steve takes the card, eyes a little wide as he internally panics a little, wondering just how long he's been sitting here wallowing in his own problems, ignoring his teammates. Tony's probably throwing a bitch-fit by now.
Looking at the card, his eyes soften a little, his thumb brushing lightly over the word Rogue. His gaze flicks back to her face, her hair. She may be Marie - different life experiences, different person, but essentially Marie all over again - but Rogue fits her perfectly.
There are a hundred, a thousand things he wants to say to her. None of them seem right, so he just gives a nod of his head, and settles on, "Thank you."