"I've noticed," Laurel said, grinning. "I think I have pictures of half of it. And I'm sure I can get my hands on the rest."

Steve chuckled and shook his head, grinning. "Well, that does sound like Tony." He grinned. "He's very easy to make fun of sometimes."

"You'd think he wouldn't like it," Laurel mused. "But sometimes he even joins in, though I've definitely noticed his self-deprecating tendencies."

"He doesn't like it, but he knows now that we mean it in good fun, and I'm trying to break him of those tendencies." Steve grimaced. "Pepper told me he's been like that for a long time though."

"Things like that are hard to break, too," Laurel said. She knew very well just how hard it was to get out of the self-deprecating habit.

Steve nodded. He knew how hard habits were to break.

"So, why did you start a blog about all this? I've been curious since I heard about what you do."

"It started off as a hobby, originally," Laurel admitted. "Kind of. Doreen and I realized that we'd been there for most of the major events that have been going down, so we decided to blog about it. You know, a kind of 'look at what's been happening, why us, how did our life choices lead us here' kind of thing. And then we started a bit of research and realized that you all are absolutely fascinating, and somewhere in between the liveblogging and the background research, we got popular."

Steve snorted. "I used to just be a kid from Brooklyn," he said dryly. "I'm not as fascinating as the others by myself. I had help."

"You are ridiculously fascinating," Laurel retorted, grinning. "Do you have any idea how many articles I was able to dig up? Not to mention all of the mainstream media things, and the collectibles and marketing and everything. I may have posted for a solid week just with all of that."

Steve blushed a bit. "I'm not that fascinating," he disagreed. "I'm not. I'm just a lot older."

"That's part of what makes you fascinating," Laurel pointed out. "You remember an entirely different time than most Americans do. You remember what things used to be like, and that is genuinely interesting." She grinned. "It helps that you're very attractive, too."

Steve snorted. She was not the first person to tell him that last bit.

"A lot of people seem to be under that impression, since after the change."

"Hey, I have a pair of perfectly functional eyes, and I can see that you are definitely attractive," Laurel said, grinning. "Very much so. And it only helps that you're so nice."

Steve chuckled and shook his head. "It's called being polite, it's an art people seem to have lost," he teased.

"It's not just being polite," Laurel countered. "I know what politeness is. You are genuinely, actively a nice person." She grinned. "Just all around nice."

Steve shrugged. "If you insist," he said, because he knew he wouldn't be able to persuade her differently. Not that he wanted to. He didn't mind being labeled as a nice guy; he generally was.

"It's true," Laurel insisted. "You're a genuinely good person, and it's amazing."

Steve shook his head a bit and backed off. He knew when not to argue.

"Alright," he agreed mildly, going to put the punching bag away.

Laurel watched appreciatively as he picked up the massive punching bag and carried it on one shoulder. Oh yes, he was definitely easy on the eyes. She handed him a water bottle when he came back over.

Steve took the water bottle, rolling it between his hands for the moment.

Laurel noticed the fidgeting.

"Is everything alright?" she asked. "For real?"

"Yeah," Steve said. He still didn't have much experience talking to women, and he had no idea what to talk about.

"If you're sure..." Laurel said. She was quiet for a moment. "If you want, you can take a look through the blog, see what all we've put up so far."

"Sure. Would probably be a good idea, just to have the information, in case anyone asks." Steve smiled a bit. "Might as well head upstairs, then."

"Sure," Laurel said, grinning. She walked with him upstairs to the main room, where a big display already had the main page of the blog loaded. She blinked. "I will never be used to having things ready for me like this."