So I wrote this in response to a weekly writing prompt from Fanfiction-friends on Deviantart. Coincidentally, this was also posted on DA, and the link is on my profile. I like to pretend that there was a happy ending for Steve and Peggy, I really do.


The hustle of the morning had left Steve feeling exhilarated and exhausted, so swept away in the preparation for the wedding that he himself hadn't exactly gotten ready. He knew that Peggy was hidden away, getting ready. He felt a little lonesome without her presence, and a little aimless. He had some idea of what needed to be done for today, and he had been so busy coordinating flowers and all these other little bits he never thought of in a wedding to the best of his ability, in the hopes that it wouldn't ruin Peggy's big day.

Though Steve supposed it was his big day today too. After all, marriage isn't something that happens more than once.

Steve went back to his room, knowing fully that someone probably more equipped to do the job he was fulfilling would take over.

A shower and a shave, followed by a careful drying and styling of his hair, and some cologne that was a gift from Stark. The suit he was going to wear was carefully hung in the closet, its presence making the idea of this wedding very real. The suit felt good on him too, but as soon as he put it on the wedding jitters began.

Steve, a man who until a few years ago was so small a wind could knock him off his feet, was getting married to an absolutely gorgeous woman. He loved her so much that it hurt sometimes, and he knew that Peggy felt the same about him. But he was actually going through the motions, having the wedding. Getting married.

It all felt a little too surreal, almost, to look at the reflection in the mirror of a big guy in a suit and to say that it was him.

The time between Steve getting ready and the actual wedding seemed to fly by at astronomical speeds, something that almost made him believe in time travel. When the knock on the door came, he went to take his place at the altar, alongside his groomsmen. The music cued up and those in attendance stood.

Peggy was as beautiful as the day he first saw her, maybe even more. She glowed, her skin radiant and light. Dark eyes, red lips, hair curled and pinned so that it framed her face in such an elegant way. This beautiful woman wanted to marry Steve, wanted to commit her life to his, and in return Steve would do the same.

Steve wiped a tear from his eye as she approached the altar, smiling down at his future wife, only to see that she was looking up with him with those same tears in her eyes.

This is what love feels like, Steve decided. He had known many different kinds of love, but this love was so special and so uniquely his. He had scarcely ever felt a love truer than the love he felt for Peggy.