continued with @monochrome-night from here
And he is dumbstruck. She is the picture of strength and fortitude, of beauty and gentleness. Peggy is just as he remembers her, but how? It is in this split second of questioning that Captain America reviews all the ways he has seen people come back from the dead. Banishing it all immediately, he reaches out to place rough hands on either side of her porcelain face.
“My best girl,” he manages, voice cracking a little. “I... owe you a dance, don’t I?”













