"Peggy..." Everything had seemed so complicated to Steve. Even though he knew it wasn't his fault, Bucky becoming the Winter Soldier was still a heavy guilt he carried on his shoulders. If somehow he'd rescued Bucky, if he'd gone back for him. Something could have been done. "I don't blame you, Peg. It wasn't you. It was Zola. Whatever they did to him before I rescued him. Something must have happened to make him able to survive the fall. Something... I don't know, maybe something like what Erskine did to me? He... It was bad, Peggy. They messed with his mind."

At least with Tony, in a small way, he felt like Tony was trying to carry on his father's work. Both Stark's wanted to try to use technology for the better, not the worse. It had taken Tony a little longer to get there, but he didn't make war machines anymore. "If anything would happen to you, Tony would never have forgiven himself. Howard recorded a message for him. He let me see it. Howard..." A heavy sigh escaped him. "He wanted Tony to protect you at any cost. He felt he let you down in never finding me."

Shaking his head, he pulled Peggy in close and vowed to never let go. His eyes closed and he breathed in a deep breath, as if he could smell a hint of the forties on her. Finally he was back with Peggy, something he never thought he would ever have a chance at. Peggy. His Peggy. His lips brushed lightly against her cheek as he clung to her, enjoying the embrace for every moment he could while he could. "We'll get our dance, Peggy. I promise."

It still haunted him, a life without war. It was a vision that he couldn't get out of his mind. He'd always been a soldier. Being simple Steve Rogers was something he never, ever thought he'd be able to have. Did he finally have his chance? "What do you say we get out of here, hmm?"