Soft music scratched off the record, the melody flying through the air in whimsical bursts as the harmony slowly hummed by. Their hand were lightly touching as they smoothly swayed back and forth to the music. Peggy's hand rested on Steve's brown military uniform, the rough fabric reminding her of curtains. Her short dress came to her knees, black with white dots and a pink ribbon to match her lipstick. Steve gazed at her in awe but she couldn't meet his eyes.

"You are beautiful," he said not moving his gaze. Peggy gave a smile of acknowledgment, her cheek grew warm and blushed.

Feeling a bit tired she laid her head on Steve's chest, the cool touch of his military medals soothed her cheek. She felt a sudden ache of longing, steve held her tight as a tear rolled down her eye.

She remembered the day they met, he was so sweet. Back before the hero, before he enlisted. Back when he was small. Steve Rogers wasn't a big tough guy, but he had the heart of a soldier and a mind of the hero. She saw him walk in and expected him to be like any other soldier, arrogant and rude, but Steve knew how to treat people nicely and how to be smart in certain situations. She liked to talk to Steve after a long day of work, he would listen and talk to her, but after the captain america project he was gone on missions saving the world. No time for talking no time for nice conversations.

Peggy's eyes were wet with tears, "I haven't seen you in a while Steve," she held her sobbing in her chest, almost choking on the words.

"I have been away, you know that. I have been saving people," his voice was calm and steady as they paced back and forth on the dance floor. His hand held her back, rubbing softly as the music floated around.

"Thank you," peggy whispered, just loud enough for Steve to hear.

He looked at her and pulled away confused. She wanted him near but with the new gap she felt more vulnerable than ever before. Loneliness filled the gaps, "for what?" Steve questioned with a puzzled look.

Peggy avoided eye contact, some say you can see the soul of another through their eyes, eyes reveal true intentions, beauty, and age. She didn't want Steve to leave yet. Peggy was afraid that if their eyes met he would leave her. "Thank you for saving this dance" she smiled and pulled him closer, his warmth filled the gap with comfort.

They danced and danced, Peggy didn't know for how long but the sun was going down over the hill, leaving little light in the room. Peggy closed her eyes and swayed back and forth Steve whispered her name, "Peggy"

"What?" She questioned, contently snuggled in his arms, her voice muffled by the beating of his heart and steady intakes of breath. Steve didn't answer he just kept calling her name. Peggy looked up to his face confused. He looked longingly into her eyes saying her name, "Peggy" each repetition grew louder as the sun sank over the horizon. His fading faced dissolved with his heat, "peggy" he whispered as he finally faded.

Peggy was left standing in the middle of a hospital room, no longer swaying,no longer warm. A chill ran over her and a nurse who was calling her name lead her to her bed. Peggy was on her last legs, world war and Steve Rogers was way in her past. Her dancing dress turned into a hospital gown and her young skin had grown old and aged. She looked up at the television broadcasting the new heroic feat made by captain america his suit shining in the sun, reflecting off his shield. Tears were brought to peggys eyes knowing she was alone.