a/n I am going to attempt to write this from Cap's point of view. I am a female who has not written from a male's perspective before so please don't judge too harshly.

I'm squinting into the sun that is streaming through the windows of the Stark tower. Natasha and Tony are sitting at the bar; her trying to teach him jokes in Russian, him failing with the harder pronunciations. We're all in that weird but pleasant time after a battle and before the next crisis. I cam see my own uneasy relaxation mirrored in Natasha, the set of her shoulders, the quick darting of her eyes at every unexpected sound. The perpetual anxiety of the soldier, waiting for the next attack.

I sort of just wanted to go back to my own small apartment, but Sam insists I need to socialize more. That it'll help me adjust. I don't think I'll ever fully adjust. How can I when almost everyone my "age" is dead. I cringed away from that thought. It doesn't due to dwell in the past. Sigh. I keep telling myself that, hoping one day it'll ring true

"Steve, come over here. Have fun with us" Tony interjects "learn Russian with me."

"Son, I'm having enough trouble with 2015 English, I think I'll hold off on completely new languages for a bit." I do walk over to stand next to them though. Natasha quirks an eyebrow and smiles her cheshire cat grin at me. A high compliment from her.

"I find I have trouble with that as well Mr. Rogers."

Oh.

That voice.

Natasha and Tony, who were facing the elevator, stare, Tony confused, Nat with wonder. My shoulders stiffen before my brain even fully processes what I'm hearing.

"Who ah, who let you in here? This is my house, where I live. Who are you?"

I turn slowly as that soft, quick voice answers Tony.

"Oh well, I met a mister Fury and he told me that I could find Steve Rogers here. Your ... house butler told me I could just come up."

Finally my eyes fall on her. Shoes first, sensible black heels like always, since I can't seem to make myself dare to hope she's really here. Really now. It's impossible, isn't it? But really, after everything I've been through, shouldn't I believe in anything? Then again, after all I've been through, how can I believe in anything. So finally I make myself lift my eyes.

It's more than a little jarring. To see her out of her army uniform, but in a good way. Her hair is still in soft waves and she wears a dark, clingy skirt. Her lips are still bright red.

Peggy.

I guess I had said that out loud since Tony looks at me asking if I know her.

Her dark eyes are on me, a hesitant smile on her lips. A sharp pang goes through my heart.

"Hello Steve"

My brain finally catches up with the situation. I start to move to her than hesitate. How'd she get here? What's she doing here? Her smile is starting to falter and I realize I haven't said anything to her yet.

"Hi Peggy." It feels so good to say it so I do it again "Peggy. Peggy, what are- how did you get here?" Oh no, I'm being so rude. "I mean, I'm glad but... " I trail off, waiting. Her face softens and she closes the distance between us. Carefully, she reaches a hand to wipe tears off of my face that I hadn't realized were there.

"Well, it was Howard," her eyes land on Tony then flicker back to mine "One of his little inventions. I didn't think it would work, I scoffed at him and he dared me to try it then if I was so sure." I smiled. This woman can never refuse a challenge. "So I did and well," she glances again at our audience, hesitating. "Can we go somewhere more private to talk?"

Nodding, I lead her back to the elevator she came up. I can tell they want an explanation but I just wave at Nat and Tony, not daring to take my eyes off Peggy in case she disappears. "We can go to my apartment, it's only a ten minute drive." She nods, still staring at me as well.

"Hello, Mr. Rogers, are you leaving already?" JARVIS asked through the elevator intercom.

"Yes JARVIS, please bring around my bike."

"Of course, sir. Wonderful to see you, as always."

Peggy glances around the elevator. "JARVIS, you called him? Is he- is he the house?" She asks quietly, looking slightly embarrassed. That makes me smile wider.

"Sort of. Tony says he's a very smart computer that is hooked up to the entire building."

She nods. "He's very like his father. Tony, not JARVIS"

I agree and we fall silent. I want to ask her a million questions but I also don't want to ruin this moment. I thought I'd never see this Peggy again and now here she is. I feel like it's 1945 again, except for the high tech house butler as Peggy called him and lack of hydra soldiers trying to kill us. The elevator opens on the ground floor and we walk outside where my motorcycle is waiting. I glance at her skirt and apologize. "Gee Peg, I'm sorry, I can ask Tony for a car"

She holds up a hand, silencing me, "this will do fine, thank you, Steve. It takes more than a bunched up skirt to ruffle my feathers." I get on the bike and hold it steady with my feet as she gracefully climbs on behind me. I hand her the helmet JARVIS thoughtfully procured and then we're off.

a/n I'm feeling very flighty lately. like I can't stay with one thing so this is shorter than I'd meant it to be. I will continue it. just wanted to get some people's feedback. see if anyone's interested in the premise. do you guys think I'm capturing Steve well enough? thanks. hope you like it