[ it's not the rebuff that gets to him. it's that voice.
of course it's that voice.
steve feels his fingers curling into his palm, a thread of hope interlocking with all of the loss he's been carrying for years since the snap. it's difficult to focus on anything else, swallows the homesickness and the way his heart is suddenly in his throat like it's made a new home there. he can't seem to think much of anything as he slowly turns around, tries to remember how many times he'd watched documentaries just to see her interviews. what the world had felt like when she'd passed from it. he looks at her now, brilliant in the backdrop in that red coat and almost goes to her. he wants to, more than anything, but he's also stunned into holding his ground. ]
Peggy. [ not a question because (somehow) he knows. a few people jostle him as he stands there, and without thinking, steve moves closer to her. ] You're here.
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of course it's that voice.
steve feels his fingers curling into his palm, a thread of hope interlocking with all of the loss he's been carrying for years since the snap. it's difficult to focus on anything else, swallows the homesickness and the way his heart is suddenly in his throat like it's made a new home there. he can't seem to think much of anything as he slowly turns around, tries to remember how many times he'd watched documentaries just to see her interviews. what the world had felt like when she'd passed from it. he looks at her now, brilliant in the backdrop in that red coat and almost goes to her. he wants to, more than anything, but he's also stunned into holding his ground. ]
Peggy. [ not a question because (somehow) he knows. a few people jostle him as he stands there, and without thinking, steve moves closer to her. ] You're here.