[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7rzp20d.jpg?1[/img][/center]
The next morning, Steve rapped gently on the door where Rogue had been placed to rest, hoping that the girl was in the mood to talk. After his discussions with Xavier, and what he figured was about to come down the pipeline, they needed to talk about what came next. His idea of leaving her at the school had gone out the window last night when they laid waste to an orphanage and a downtown of an American city. She'd be marked. He was sure of it. Whoever had abducted her and experimented on her was going to go all out to make life difficult for them. Leaving her here would put a target on the school's back, and Steve couldn't allow a safe haven to be in danger.

"Come in," the young' mutant's voice came from the other side. Rogers was relieved to hear that she didn't seem all that down. 

Entering, he found her writing in a journal at the desk in the room, looking into the morning light flooding over the school grounds. The strands of white hair fell over her face as she stared down to the paper, scribbling furiously. Without looking up, she asked, "So you leavin'?"

"Yea," he leaned up against the window. Outside, on the basketball court, two mutants were playing one-on-one. A smaller boy dribbled around the larger one, before leaping nearly ten feet off the ground, going for a spectacular dunk. Before he could do so, however, the other boy's arm extended and smacked the ball away. The two of them began laughing. It was a beautiful moment between two kids, just being kids. It was still baffling to Steve that people saw these kids as abominations. That they didn't deserve to live their lives like all kids did. That they were a threat. Or, in the case of Rogue, that all they were good for was experimentation. 

For all the ways the world had improved and grown since he went into the ice, it was startlingly similar in the worst corners of men's minds. It seemed like all it would take was a push to send things back to how they were when he first became Captain America. That's what he needed to fight against. To make sure humanity stayed far, far away from the brink.

Rogue's head snapped up, bringing his attention back from outside. He saw her eyes were fiery balls of determination, "I"m coming with you. After what we saw last night you can't leave me here. They murdered my family. Experimented on me. Ain't no way I'm-"

"Relax," he shook his head. She was so much like he was back when Erskine had found him. Ready to through all caution to the wind and dive headfirst into anything that would allow him to fight in what he believed in. She was young than he was at the time, but he probably would have been the same way. "You're coming with me. After last night, you can't stay here."

"Seriously?" she asked, stunned by how easy that was.

"Seriously," Rogers nodded. "But it's not gonna be easy. You're gonna have to train. Every day. It's not gonna be fun. We'll probably be on the run. Constantly."

"Sounds fun," Rogue smiled mischievously. That was what he was worried about. She was impulsive. She was a thrill seeker. He was certain she wasn't going to listen to orders. That would lead to problems. But if she was willing to learn, she'd be a good teammate.

He smirked beside himself, "Come on. Xavier and Summers want to have a chat with me. I think the blue furry scientist is gonna want to sit down with you."

"Wait what?"