It couldn't be easy for her. Seeing him like this when there had been another Steve Rogers who had been the hero that everyone had wished for. He had gotten over the disappointment others had felt, mostly because of Erskine's last attempt at showing him his worth and by Peggy's constant encouragement. "She did. So did he. Before he died, he looked proud. I wasn't a disappointment to either one of them. She actually - uh - trained me. Taught me to fight so that I used the advantages I had instead of fighting like someone twice my size."
She wouldn't have taken the time if she hadn't thought of him as someone worthwhile. There were too many important tasks that she could have taken up instead of helping him for that not to be proof of her belief. "Bucky still thinks it's not right that a little guy like me can wipe the floor with him." It wasn't meant to be boastful. It was a hint that things had worked out. Steve Rogers may not have been a super soldier but he had his own type of strength because Peggy Carter had decided he was important.
"And she..." Ducking his head, he couldn't help feeling a little shy about the details of his relationship with his Peggy. The 'modern' world had made him more open on certain subjects but that was something special that he shared with only a few people. "She choose me. She could've had any guy she wanted and..." He still felt a little dazed by that. "And I was the one that got to be her sweetheart."
For a few seconds, Steve almost wanted to tell her, but what good would it do? There was no cure for Alzheimer's. They said there was no way to prevent it. It'd be would be cruel to tell her that part of her future... if it would be part of his Peggy's future. "I do. We talk regularly. I tell her stories about my team and she says I'm too dramatic. I don't think she really believes all of it. Sometimes I don't believe all of it." Gently squeezing her hand, his expression was a mixture of affection and sadness. "She's still the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
As Peggy laced her fingers between his, his chest ached with an old longing. "And he'd given up much hope of anyone seeing who he really was until this whirlwind walked up to the soldier next to him and laid him out flat. Always looking perfect and looking so proud whenever he outsmarted the bigger guys. When she looked at him in that taxi cab, there was no pity. There was faith and the potential for something more. She taught not to let the closed doors stop me when it would've been easy to give up." All because she'd had that faith in him. "It wasn't just the serum that made me who I am. It was her belief in me and I'm sure that your Steve Rogers knows that too."
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She wouldn't have taken the time if she hadn't thought of him as someone worthwhile. There were too many important tasks that she could have taken up instead of helping him for that not to be proof of her belief. "Bucky still thinks it's not right that a little guy like me can wipe the floor with him." It wasn't meant to be boastful. It was a hint that things had worked out. Steve Rogers may not have been a super soldier but he had his own type of strength because Peggy Carter had decided he was important.
"And she..." Ducking his head, he couldn't help feeling a little shy about the details of his relationship with his Peggy. The 'modern' world had made him more open on certain subjects but that was something special that he shared with only a few people. "She choose me. She could've had any guy she wanted and..." He still felt a little dazed by that. "And I was the one that got to be her sweetheart."
For a few seconds, Steve almost wanted to tell her, but what good would it do? There was no cure for Alzheimer's. They said there was no way to prevent it. It'd be would be cruel to tell her that part of her future... if it would be part of his Peggy's future. "I do. We talk regularly. I tell her stories about my team and she says I'm too dramatic. I don't think she really believes all of it. Sometimes I don't believe all of it." Gently squeezing her hand, his expression was a mixture of affection and sadness. "She's still the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
As Peggy laced her fingers between his, his chest ached with an old longing. "And he'd given up much hope of anyone seeing who he really was until this whirlwind walked up to the soldier next to him and laid him out flat. Always looking perfect and looking so proud whenever he outsmarted the bigger guys. When she looked at him in that taxi cab, there was no pity. There was faith and the potential for something more. She taught not to let the closed doors stop me when it would've been easy to give up." All because she'd had that faith in him. "It wasn't just the serum that made me who I am. It was her belief in me and I'm sure that your Steve Rogers knows that too."