//Closed Starter. @agentpeggycarterrogers
Steve was exhausted. It had felt like he’d been fighting for decades now. Although that was probably true. It had been a long time. Just one thing after another, wearing him down until there was only Captain America and nothing left of the man before. Ultron had told him that without war he’d be nothing, and for a long time that as all he believed. Ever since the war every part of him had been chipped away. Losing Bucky. Crashing the plane. Being pulled out of the ice only to find that the thing he’d died trying to destroy was back in the hands of people using it to try and take over the world again. Loki. SHIELD. Ultron. His own friends. By the time Thanos had snapped his fingers, Steve had already lost everyone he’d ever had. Some of them more than once.
But he’d kept going, because that was all he had. Until Scott had shown up and given him a glimmer of hope. So he fought again and won. He lost more, Natasha and Tony, but there was hope underneath. Hope that maybe, thanks to time travel Captain America could be handed off for good and he could be Steve Rogers again.
He’d had concerns though. Concerns that he’d talked to death with Bucky. Would everyone be okay without him? What if Peggy didn’t want him? What if he’d changed too much and he wasn’t the man Peggy had fallen in love with? What if he messed up the timeline? But in the end Bucky had assured him he’d be okay. That they all would. The timeline couldn’t be changed, if Steve went back and Peggy took him back, then that was what was meant to happen. If not, then that was meant to happen too, and at least he’d know for sure that there was no place in this world for Steve Rogers anymore.
Even knowing that, he was frozen in place. He had been travelling through time for weeks now, fighting and sneaking around as he put the infinity stones back where they belonged. He was beaten up, exhausted, and terrified. This was the moment. He was going to see Peggy again. His Peggy. And if she rejected him, he wasn’t sure what he’d do next.
He brought his hand down, knocking on the door.















