"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." – Marilyn Monroe
Time changes all things; building got bigger, cars got faster, fashion models got thinner, and people got a lot ruder. Yes time does change all things, all things but two. Steve Rogers remains the same as he was about 70 years ago. He served his country and saved the world and as his payment he was being thrown into this shiny new world. A world where everything seemed so big and yet so isolated all he wanted was to be back in his little home with Peggy in his arms. But she was gone, she moved on with her life after Steve went missing. A part of him still feels missing like S.H.I.E.L.D . left a piece of him frozen in the ice.
The other thing, the thing Steve knows time will never change is war. Though wars range from big to small, foes can be one person or an army of thousands, they are always happening. Steve fought one back in the 40s but most recently he fought one against the Chitauri, an alien fleet he had no idea existed. In the end, he beat the Chitauri a long side the Avengers, a group of misfits with unique abilities. Since then the group has mostly went their separate ways; Thor left for his home but is heard to often return to a small town in New Mexico, Bruce now lives in Stark's "Avenger Tower" doing work with the big headed billionaire, the two assassins Natasha and Barton come and go to the tower while mostly keeping their happenings to themselves, and the Captain would turn up for assignments but mostly stayed away. Steve didn't live far from the Avenger Tower, once the Stark Tower that was severely damaged in the Chitauri attack, he took his job at S.H.I.E.D. seriously, it was really the one thing he had but he had a hard time dealing with Tony Stark.
Steve hated that even now just staring out the window of his modest apartment he could see the tower but he hated all the big buildings that clog up the once beautiful city. He spent several hours like this sitting at his window with a book in his strong hands trying to catch up with the times. If he wasn't here he was on a mission or he was at the gym. It was rare to find him wandering the streets; he didn't like the smell and would also get lost in the unfamiliar roads but today was different. The sun shining through the window was making him hot and was too bright to sit there peacefully and loneliness was starting to creep under his skin.
As he got up and made his way to the street he briefly considered going to see Bruce but he couldn't stand to even think of the snide comments he would most defiantly receive from Stark. So he just walked. At first he tried to remember the street signs and store front so he could find his way home but after a few blocks he lost his focus and turned off all his thoughts. Soon he stumbled on a park; he'd never seen something so green and beautiful. He smiled as he avoided tripping over the laughing children that carelessly ran through his path. Steve hadn't smelled grass or seen birds other than pigeons in so long; the whole place brought a kind of warmth to his heart. He continued his stroll through the park with a goofy smile plastered across his face. People that he past would smile back or give him a look of confusion but he didn't notice them much.
Suddenly someone caught his eye and he stopped dead in his tracks. A young woman was walking his way, her heels clinking against the pavement creating a rhythm of her own. Her dress was nothing like what the women today wear, the cut showed her curves perfectly but still covered her in a modest way. Her lips were painted a dark velvety red and her green eyes that where splashed with browns where circled with black that curved into a flawless cats eye, it complemented her pale but freckled face. Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing and tears threatened to come to his eyes.
"Peggy…" He choked out. The woman stopped and shot him a confused glance.
"Excuse me?"
He blinked hard and blood rushed to his cheeks as he really looked at the girl. It wasn't Peggy that he was looking at but a woman dressed in clothes that resembled what he was used to, what he liked. Her dress was a navy blue with little white poka-dots covering it. The collar was large and ended just below her perfect breast framing them. She wore a large black belt at her natural waist which showed off how thin she actually is. The bottom of the dress flares out in a circle and hits her knee. The stockings seemed authentic, sheer but there is a tan seam that traces up her the back of her legs. Finally she completed the outfit with a pair of ruby red heels that made the short women a few inches taller. Her hair was styled the way Peggy would often wear it, wavy with a slight curl at the end but it a little longer and not Peggy's soft brown but a dark unnatural black. Her hazel eyes grew concerned and she took a step away from the man that was caught up in his own memory.
"I… I'm sorry ma'am. You reminded of someone." He forced a smile, "Your dress is lovely."
"Oh. Thank you," She smiled up at him but there was still concern showing through her eyes. But it lessened as she notices how embarrassed and almost heartbroken the man looked. "Um… and my name is actually Eden."