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There she was. She had the same face and the same wave to her hair. The only difference between the two was her straw-colored hair, but hair color can be so easily changed these days. Today she wore a black pencil skirt and a simple white blouse.
Captain Rodgers approached her, not knowing if he should talk to her or not. However, he did have a small glimmer of hope inside him that it really was her.
He caught up to her and reached out to touch her shoulder. "Agent Carter?"
The woman turned around. "Yes?" Her accent was the same. Her voice, however, was not.
"Peggy?" Captain Rodgers asked warily. He already knew that it wasn't her.
"No," she answered him. "Peggy was my grandmother." The woman held her hand out to him. "Evelyn Carter."
"Steve Rodgers," he said as he shook her hand.
"As in Captain Steve Rodgers?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
She smiled at him. "My grandmother used to tell me stories about you when I was a child."
So, she never did forget about me, the captain thought to himself. "How is your grandmother?" He asked her.
"No one told you?" The answer to her question was clear on his face. "She died a few years ago…"
"Oh," Captain Rodgers said simply. It felt like he had been shot straight through the heart. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Evelyn replied. She looked down at her watch. "I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to be going. I have a meeting in ten minutes."
"All right," he said. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Carter."
"You as well, Captain." She smiled at him then turned and walked away.
Captain Rodgers just stood there, watching her walk away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his old leather wallet. He flipped it open to reveal and old, black and white photo of Peggy Carter. The captain let out a sad sigh and said out loud, "I guess I won't be taking you on that date after all."
The End.