"I think there is a good chance that I am too stubborn to let much of anything stand in my way regardless of what version of myself I am." The choices, decisions and path of her other self would likely not have altered her own gut reactions.
But she listened to the story of this other Peggy, one who had a chance she never could. Sadly it ended the same, with men seeing only her gender and not her ability. That she too had relocated to New York, and associated herself with Brooklyn. It shouldn't have surprised her, she supposed, to learn that such attitudes were even more universal than she'd originally thought.
She stifled a soft chuckle at his not being fit to be an agent. He was more suited to it than half the office she had worked with; Thompson and Sosa notwithstanding. The fact was that he had survived, he was alive and by all present accounts, safe in the future.
He was not alone in having to be consciously aware that this was not the person he knew. The physical differences aside her was so much the Steve she remembered near the end. Perhaps a bit more worn and cynical about the edges but still that same good man. A good man she found herself more and more comfortable with in ways she should not be. He was not her Steve, in truth he had never even truly been hers.
"Seventy years." A life time. Her heart broke with that thought, he remained buried and lost for a lifetime while she trued to make her impact on the world. The sun rose and the world continued to turn for decades with out him in it. She had given up. She'd failed him. "I'm so sorry. I thought we had done everything possible, I was assured every step and measure had been taken to find you and bring you home." She neglected to say bring his body home, that was a truth she was still unable to face quite yet.
Peggy swallowed hard, her voice was too thick with emotion and she needed, she needed to get herself under control; to reprise that famous composure and steel. "We were never able to replicate the serum. All samples of your DNA were destroyed." Well that wasn't entirely true was it?
"Howard retained one vial of your blood. He was afraid of the use it might be put to so it stayed in a secret vault. I thought it was a weapon he wanted me to retrieve for him, but it was you." It had been the most personally important mission she'd undertaken, not bad for someone who fought through the war and saved New York near single handedly. "I believed you were gone, so when the vial came into my possession I did what I had always intended. I brought you home." It was what she thought he would have wanted, or just stupidly romantic notion.
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But she listened to the story of this other Peggy, one who had a chance she never could. Sadly it ended the same, with men seeing only her gender and not her ability. That she too had relocated to New York, and associated herself with Brooklyn. It shouldn't have surprised her, she supposed, to learn that such attitudes were even more universal than she'd originally thought.
She stifled a soft chuckle at his not being fit to be an agent. He was more suited to it than half the office she had worked with; Thompson and Sosa notwithstanding. The fact was that he had survived, he was alive and by all present accounts, safe in the future.
He was not alone in having to be consciously aware that this was not the person he knew. The physical differences aside her was so much the Steve she remembered near the end. Perhaps a bit more worn and cynical about the edges but still that same good man. A good man she found herself more and more comfortable with in ways she should not be. He was not her Steve, in truth he had never even truly been hers.
"Seventy years." A life time. Her heart broke with that thought, he remained buried and lost for a lifetime while she trued to make her impact on the world. The sun rose and the world continued to turn for decades with out him in it. She had given up. She'd failed him. "I'm so sorry. I thought we had done everything possible, I was assured every step and measure had been taken to find you and bring you home." She neglected to say bring his body home, that was a truth she was still unable to face quite yet.
Peggy swallowed hard, her voice was too thick with emotion and she needed, she needed to get herself under control; to reprise that famous composure and steel. "We were never able to replicate the serum. All samples of your DNA were destroyed." Well that wasn't entirely true was it?
"Howard retained one vial of your blood. He was afraid of the use it might be put to so it stayed in a secret vault. I thought it was a weapon he wanted me to retrieve for him, but it was you." It had been the most personally important mission she'd undertaken, not bad for someone who fought through the war and saved New York near single handedly. "I believed you were gone, so when the vial came into my possession I did what I had always intended. I brought you home." It was what she thought he would have wanted, or just stupidly romantic notion.