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“I’m telling you, Steve, no.”
“Come on, Rogue. Just once.”
She shook her head, lifting her hands to emphatically gesture her disapproval of his idea.
“I am not getting on that death trap with you!”
His shoulders slumped.
“Come on, I know you rode with Logan on his motorcycle.”
She narrowed her eyes, putting her hands on her hips to stare him down.
“And he almost killed me!”
He snorted.
“That’s what you get for trusting a crusty old Canadian.”
She fought a smile, pressing her lips into a straight line.
“You saying Captain America is any better?”
He flashed a grin, no doubt sensing her weakened resolve.
“Nope, but Steve Rogers is.”
Rogue took a deep breath, knowing that before the end of the night she’d be on the back of that damn motorcycle with this goof.
This time she did smile, shaking her head as she did so.
Steve accelerated around a corner, and Rogue burrowed closer to his back, grateful for the leather jacket that she could hold onto without fear of hurting him.
But then he accelerated again, and she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!”
She felt his chuckle and swore she would get him back for this if it was the last thing she did.