A/N: So it seems I'm on a roll with these Captain America fics, or something…
When he first sees Peggy again, his heart breaks not because she is old, but because he is young.
He is the aberration. The man so torn between past and present that he cannot imagine his future.
When he walks out under the sunlight, the world smiles at him. Strong, handsome, and young.
So young.
He gazes past a crowd of whispering girls to watch an old man crumpled over a cane. He feels his chest clench with envy. A second later, he covers the envy with guilt.
He has duties. Balancing the scales of the world doesn't leave time to balance his own.
No old friends, no old dreams.
No new future.
Sometimes he wonders if he left his humanity somewhere in his history.