Steve couldn't quite stop the smile that spread over his face at her words. He'd always been the most stubborn between him and Bucky - but when Bucky wasn't trying to make him happy, he could definitely give Steve a run for his money in that department. If Marie was that stubborn too... Well, life certainly wouldn't be dull for him, that was for sure.
Reaching the block his tenement was on, Steve glanced around, trying to see it the way Marie would. All the residential buildings were crammed together, with tiny alleys here and there, littered with papers and a little refuse, but not so bad, he thought. Hoped, anyway. It was a pretty rundown neighborhood, obviously meant for the transitory immigrants always arriving in the country. It wasn't exactly a slum, but except on rent day, he pretty much didn't have a landlord at all; that suited Steve fine, because it meant he could do pretty much whatever he wanted to his apartment and not get in trouble for it.
Still, Steve didn't know what Marie was used to, or what she might've been hoping for in a soulmate, as far as worldly possessions and money went. He didn't think she'd be so shallow as to turn her nose up at the fact that he didn't have money (because she was his soulmate, and he just couldn't imagine anyone compatible with him being that kind of person); even if she didn't mind though, he still wished he could give her at least a slightly better impression.
"It's, uh, it's right up there," he explained, pointing to one of the near-identical buildings, just past halfway down the block. "'s not much, but I mean, it's a roof and four walls, at least. And usually heating," he tried to joke. Then immediately wanted to slap a hand to his face in chagrin.
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Reaching the block his tenement was on, Steve glanced around, trying to see it the way Marie would. All the residential buildings were crammed together, with tiny alleys here and there, littered with papers and a little refuse, but not so bad, he thought. Hoped, anyway. It was a pretty rundown neighborhood, obviously meant for the transitory immigrants always arriving in the country. It wasn't exactly a slum, but except on rent day, he pretty much didn't have a landlord at all; that suited Steve fine, because it meant he could do pretty much whatever he wanted to his apartment and not get in trouble for it.
Still, Steve didn't know what Marie was used to, or what she might've been hoping for in a soulmate, as far as worldly possessions and money went. He didn't think she'd be so shallow as to turn her nose up at the fact that he didn't have money (because she was his soulmate, and he just couldn't imagine anyone compatible with him being that kind of person); even if she didn't mind though, he still wished he could give her at least a slightly better impression.
"It's, uh, it's right up there," he explained, pointing to one of the near-identical buildings, just past halfway down the block. "'s not much, but I mean, it's a roof and four walls, at least. And usually heating," he tried to joke. Then immediately wanted to slap a hand to his face in chagrin.