Redhead


For a moment, he didn't see it, but as time went on, he saw the similarities.

The way they held a gun without fear. How they didn't put up with excuses. They didn't let anyone step over them.

In his own time, women were expected to have lesser roles than men in the time he was in. Peggy took no crap. The time he was in now was more liberal for women, and Natasha proved her worth over and over again.

Peggy had her hair in curls. Natasha kept it straight, though their auburn hair was just as bright as their spirits.

The friends he knew in 1943 were long gone. He wanted Peggy beside him. To tell him this was all just a crazy dream, and he'd wake up back in the 40's. He'd give anything for her to walk through the door, but the door remained untouched.

Anything of his old life was now gone.

And it wasn't fair.

He should have died when he landed the airship in the arctic.

Natasha reminded him of Peggy. She was the one thing that reminded him of his life back in 1943. For a moment he felt the rush, when they had to kiss to pretend they were a couple. But when his eyes opened, he realized it was Natasha.

No matter how many times he wished for it... Natasha will never be Peggy.