When Stark Towers was finished, Stark had decided to throw a party, and Steve was pretty shocked when he received the invitation in the mail. He figured that Pepper had sent it, not Tony. Originally, he hadn't wanted to go, but really, what else did he do with his time? So, he had put on some nice pants and a nice shirt, and left on his bike.
Yet halfway through the party, he realized that he should have stayed home. Stark was parading around his home, Bruce was marveling at the tower and the technology, and he swore he could see Natasha and Clint dancing away from everyone else. The house was packed with other people he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he cared to know either.
"Hi there, Cap. I'm Shannon." He turned quickly in his seat to see a young woman standing in front of him. She was tall, very tall, with golden hair and blue eyes. "Would you like to dance?" She asked, and for some reason, he found her eyes and her smile to be so familiar, almost comforting even. But he didn't dance. Especially now. "No? Well, that's alright. I figured you would say that, so I'll just sit."
He nodded politely, and turned his head back to the party. "Wait, did you call me Cap?" He questioned her, because if she knew him by that name, then she must work for S.H.E.I.L.D.
"Oh, yes. My Aunt told me many stories about you. Captain America, bravest soldier and man she ever knew. You know she never forgot you." She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
That's where he knew her eyes. Her smile. "Your, uh, your aunt… was she by any chance Peggy Carter?" He asked, looking down at his hands, then up at her.
"Why yes, but are you sure you don't want to dance, Cap? She told me you don't know how." She stated with a smirk.
He laughed to himself. "Uh, well sure, ma'am, why not?" He stood, and held out his hand for her. She gladly accepted it, and then led him out to the dance floor right as a slow song came on. "I'm sorry but I might step on your—."
"It's alright. I don't mind." She said with a smile. Her voice was so quiet and sweet, very unlike Peggy's. Yet as he thought of Peggy, he realized that it was a Saturday, they were at Stark Tower, and it was eight o'clock on the dot. Sure, it wasn't the Stark Club, and he wasn't dancing with Peggy, but… he'd never felt more like his old self.