Steve had always been different, in a way she hadn't fully understood in the beginning. Captain America and all that of course, but he was more than that of course, and she'd learned that through the years, until he became a part of her in a way almost no one ever had before. He'd been her support when everything had fallen apart, and she knew she'd have never made it as long as she had if not for him there checking up on her. And now here they were, waking up together to the realization of what that connection had meant to them as children, and the knowledge that it wasn't really the sort of thing that translated quite that way as adults.
That didn't change what Steve meant to her though, now or then. But she was glad they'd managed to find their way back to themselves before they'd gone and been any sillier than they were already.
"Maybe," She agreed, though she thought perhaps that she might have just been perfect for Steve rather than fitting into any sort of ideal of what a house wife ought to have been. Which was fine really, because she didn't live then and neither did Steve anymore. "You'd have made a pretty nice husband though." She teased with a small grin in his direction.
Rolling her eyes as they shifted a little bit to lean against one another, "Oh please, Rogers. I was the one locking you in. Even as a child I knew you'd do right by me." She said, half teasing half with complete sincerity. She knew Steve always would, no matter what. Whether it was them as children or after Vormir, she knew he'd have done right by her. And that was more than she could say for a lot of men, Tony might just be the only other man out there who she could say the same for.