That Saturday she got ready, despite the fact that she knew he wouldn't be there. Her heart wouldn't give up the sliver of hope that said maybe, just maybe, he would pull off a miracle. So she put on her red lipstick and her favorite dress, checking her reflection in the mirror until she was sure not a curl was out of place.
She drove to the the Stork Club, arriving at 8:00 on the dot. Actually, she was a little early, but the minutes ticked by and soon enough 8:00 had come and gone. She eventually sat down on a bench outside and watched the people go by. She had tried going inside but bustle and chatter made her feel even more alone. Honestly, who was she kidding. He was gone.
The man who stood for America's most precious ideals, whether or not the country did the same. The man with a strong and gentle heart, quick mind, and unshakable morales. The man she had loved and lost before they really had a chance.
Peggy Carter broke down and cried that night outside the dancing hall. The few that saw her knew better than to interrupt.