𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 she’d been told he was back -- alive and well -- she swore that the world shifted. Seventy years, or just shy of. He likely expected her to be dead or dying. Fury would present it in his very Fury-like way; here’s her file, yes she’s alive. So Peggy thought she’d beat him to the punch. It didn’t take much effort to find out where Steve had been put up; she might’ve given control over, but that didn’t mean her authority was entirely gone. So she’d dressed her best, and was rather thankful that ‘vintage’ style had made it back into the mainstream. A fit-and-flare dress, heels, and of course, red lipstick. It was going to be a shock to see her, she was sure, so an appearance harkening back to the “good old days” should hopefully soften the blow.
She knocked at his door three times, and waited.