"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Both people said at the same time, in the middle of a crowded London street.
"Here, let me help you." The man, Steve Rogers, said, picking up her shopping bags.
"Oh, no, it was my fault, I... oh, that's embarassing." The woman, Molly Hooper, said as Steve picked up a Captain America shirt. He looked at her.
"Is this for your son or your husband?" He asked jokingly, and the woman blushed.
"I don't have a son or a husband..." She said. He smiled.
"Good. Can I take you out for coffee then?" He asked, and Molly's eyes widened. "Oh. Um."
The man looked down sheepishly.
"It's fine if not, it was odd to ask me. We haven't even met." He laughed, his eyes filled with a hint of disappointment. Molly, of course, noticed, and her expression softened as she smiled.
"No, of course I'll go to coffee with you. To thank you."
They sat down at the little table outside of Molly's favorite cafe.
"So, you're American?" She attempted small talk, and Steve smiled.
"Yeah, I just came over here to visit an... old friend." He looked distant when he said that. Molly decided not to pry.
"I was on my way back from my aunt Peggy's. On my way back to the morgue- but my job is a bit morbid, so I'm guessing you don-"
Steve had suddenly sat up, rigid. Molly looked at him, worried. "What is it?"
"Nothing, it's just- I know a Peggy, but..." He trailed off.
They sat in awkward silence for a moment, but they were saved by a waiter.
"Oh, hello Molly!" The waiter said. She's obviously a regular, Steve thought.
"My regular, please." She requested politely, and the waitress smiled and turned to Steve. He looked at the menu hurriedly.
"I... uh... I'll just have the same thing she did." He sighed, and the woman scribbled on her notepad before disappearing into the shop.
"So... you're a fan of Captain America?" He asked, and Molly smiled.
"Yeah! My dad... well, my dad died when I was 15, and my mum isn't very... reliable, so I lived with my aunt for most of my life, and she's big on Captain America. Said she knew him..." She chuckled, and Steve's eyes grew wide.
"Molly, if you don't mind me asking, what's your aunt's last name?" His request got an odd look from the woman he was sitting across from, but she complied nonetheless. Taking a sip of the drinks they had just gotten (a chocolate mocha with extra cream, which was actually quite good) before answering.
"Carter. Peggy Carter."
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((3 years later))
"Welcome home, Mrs. Rogers!" Steve laughed, carrying her wedding-style into their house in New York.
"Steve, put me down! I'm still in my dress!" She laughed, and Steve kissed her before complying. He allowed her to go get changed into jammies, and then he went into the bedroom and laid down with her.
"You ready for tomorrow? All packed and everything?" He asked, and Molly nodded. Soon after, they both fell asleep.
"Well, here we are." Molly said, tearing up already. They got out of the rented car and walked through the pouring London rain to a certain grave.
"Hello, Auntie." Molly said, and Steve kneeled down next to the tombstone.
"Hey, Peggie." He said. "Haven't seen you in three years. You were alive then, of course. We finally had that dance, remember? I stepped on your toes." He bit his lip. Molly rubbed his back and placed the flowers on the grave. Then they both went to the car and drove to their next stop.
The coffee shop.
