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He punched the wall again and again, waiting for the pain, waiting for something to distract him. He stopped, looked at the shredded flesh of his knuckles.

He didn't feel a thing. He wished he could feel the pain, wished he could stop the storm of pain inside; he wished he could stop the screaming inside his head, the anger that filled him whenever he looked out the window, looked at anything that reminded him of where he was; reminded him of who was gone.

He closed his eyes, just to see her face again. He could always see her face in his mind. There she was, smiling.

She was wearing that red dress the one that had taken his breath away; the one he had imagined she would have worn on their date. She would have worn it and looking too beautifl for works, she would have sat alone on a barstool, watching the clock strike eight o'clock, a silent tear escaping.

Had they found him earlier, they could have been together; he would have danced with her and seen her smile.

He would have told her…

He rolled his shoulders, stared at the wall; it was riddled with holes. If he wasn't careful, he'd make the ceiling collapse.

"Still couldn't kill me." He said with a bitter laugh. But, how he prayed it could. He moved to stand in front of an intact wall.

He let loose.

"You're late." A soft voice said behind him.

He couldn't move, because if he was wrong…if he was wrong, nothing would keep him together; no amount of time, no number of punching bags…nothing could keep him together.

"Well, apparently seventy years in ice have taken away your manners." The soft voice barked behind him now. It couldn't be anyone else.

He still didn't turn; he couldn't hold himself together anymore.

He didn't know his knees had hit the ground until his hands were resting on his thighs; his knuckles were almost healed. Feet were moving on the dirt covered floor.

She still wore heels.

No words, just a gentle hand settling over his and then a gentle hand pushed his chin upward.

He closed his eyes. He wasn't ready.

"Steve…"

He opened his eyes.

Peggy smiled at him.