Lucy laughed softly, bumping her cheek against his shoulder. "And how would I know if you did, right?" she smiled, rolling her eyes. "Just don't count how many times my snoring changes note this time. That was embarrassing."
He smirked at her remark, having enjoyed teasing her about that. The teasing had been harmless enough, though he'd been unaware someone else had been listening at the time. "I was only teasing," he pointed out. "It's not my fault Peggy overheard me." He pushing open the door to their room, pausing for a brief moment to listen for any telltale sounds from the nursery before leading her inside.
"She snores like a freight train, anyway," Lucy muttered, almost to herself. She loved having her great-aunt around, especially now they had put what differences they had had to one side. But there was a distinct lack of privacy, too, which was even worse when Liv and Johnny were staying. As that thought crossed her mind, she smiled once again. "When do you think we're going to get a niece or nephew to play with?"
He chuckled at her remark. He'd never actually heard Peggy snore and wasn't sure he wanted to. It was sometimes awkward enough knowing her former girlfriend was living in the same house with you and your wife and child and had become a Grandma of sorts. Steve let go of her hand so that he could turn and close the door. Little Jamie had only just recently started making use of the nursery, and it was no secret that Steve was still a little nervous about having him so far away from them, though the baby's room was only a few steps away. "No idea," he replied, leaving that door open a crack, as well. Apparently, Steve was a little suspicious of baby monitors. "Have they been trying?"
"I don't know," Lucy admitted, making no mention of her husband's slightly obsessive habit of leaving every door open a crack just in case Jamie cried. "I know they both want children, they want to start a family. Liv hasn't mentioned that they might be trying, but then why would she? If I know my sister, she'll keep it to herself until they have something to tell." She shrugged, reluctantly releasing Steve's hand to crawl into bed.
Steve hadn't really thought much about whether Johnny and Liv were trying to have a family. He just figured it would happen when the time was right, as it had for him and Lucy. "I'm sure when the time is right, it'll happen," Steve reassured her, though he remembered his own fears about having a family. "Johnny's sister has a son, doesn't she?" he mused.
"Yes, Sue has a little boy," she nodded in agreement, wriggling down under the covers and patting the bed beside her in an invitation that was hard to mistake for anything else. There was one concern there, however, that she doubted had actually occurred to her sister yet. "But Sue and Reed were both touched with the same radiation. Liv's just a normal human being at the biological level. They might not be able to conceive."
Steve winced, obviously not having considered that. He just assumed Johnny and Liv wanted to wait a while. They hadn't been married that long, after all, but the other couple seemed to be settling into married life nicely, as far as Steve could tell. "If that's the case, is there anything that could be done to help them? Medically speaking, I mean?" he asked, as he slipped beneath the covers beside her. She was a doctor, and though that might not be her specialty, they had all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s labs at their disposal.
Lucy rolled to curl herself around him as he slipped under the covers with her, a faint frown on her brow as she thought this over. "I can't do anything without knowing about Johnny's biological make up," she admitted ruefully. "And I doubt he'd let me take his blood just to satisfy my curiosity. But having children naturally isn't their only option. I think they'd be awesome foster parents, personally."
"There are a lot of orphans in Rhy'Din," Steve said, remembering the short time he'd spent there. "Whatever happens, I'm sure they'll make great parents someday," he said, turning to face her and reaching over to smooth that frown from her brow with a brush of his lips. "Don't worry, Luce. It will all work itself out one way or another."
"I know it will," she sighed softly, unable to keep frowning with him kissing the crease from her brow. "They'll find a way. No one is ever going to be as determined as Johnny Storm when it comes to something he really wants, deep in his soul, and Liv's not much different." She smiled, cuddling into her husband's arms with a contented groan. "I love you, Steve."
He smiled a little at her remark, not disagreeing with her but not in complete agreement either. "Oh, I don't know. I know someone else who is pretty determined at getting what she wants," he said, wrapping her back up in his protective embrace, content for the moment to just be close. These quiet peaceful moments between them were few and far between these days and deeply cherished by both.
She giggled softly, more than content to be wrapped up in his arms, as appreciative as he was for the tender quiet they shared. "Lucky you for marrying her, then," was grinned affectionately against his chest as she settled in, her body relaxing easily against the contour of his. "Do you think Fury's busy changing all the codes on the doors so I can't embarrass him during his high level briefings anymore?"
Her declaration of love made his heart swell, as it always did when she said it, only making him love her all the more. "Luck had nothing to do with it," he said, holding her close, though he still wasn't quite sure what force it was that had brought him to Rhy'Din in the first place. "Are you changing the subject, Mrs. Rogers?" he asked, a teasing gleam in his blue eyes.
She met his gaze as innocently as she could, which was, admittedly, not very innocent, given how cheeky her smile was. "That is a distinct possibility, Captain Rogers," she conceded in a playful tone, brown eyes sparkling with affectionate amusement. "Why, can't you imagine Director Cyclops hiding behind his desk as soon as I get into work?"
He chuckled again, amused by her obvious distaste of Nick Fury. Though Steve wasn't a big fan, he did owe Fury a certain amount of allegiance. If it wasn't for S.H.I.E.L.D., he'd more than likely still be in a state of suspended animation beneath a thick layer of ice and water. "You talk like he's actually afraid of you."