Peggy was always a bittersweet topic. Steve still visited her, still enjoyed talking to her, but her health was failing and her memory with it. The days when he showed up and she looked at him as if it was the first time she had seen him in decades, like he hadn’t been visiting her for two years... those days were the hardest. She always cried. He hated to see her cry.

“She’s an amazing woman,” he said. Steve was happy for Peggy, happy that she’d gotten to live her life, to have a family, but there were still nights he laid awake wondering what might have been. How would things have turned out if they had gotten that dance?

“Bucky...” he started to say but caught himself. “Why don’t we sit?” He gestured to the bench he had vacated. “Or we can go somewhere else to talk.”