A/N:Here's the next chapter! It was originally supposed to be longer but I just don't have the time to flesh out the plot points enough so this is the condensed version. You can check out the Author's Notes at the end to get an idea of what I originally had planned. But I hope you enjoy what I've written so far and the last chapter should be up either later today or tomorrow.


Steve still didn't quite believe she was actually there with him. She had moments where she'd forget a detail or struggle to find the right word but she hid it well and he didn't bring any attention to it. They had stopped at a few miscellaneous places. She pointed out the apartment building she once lived in that was now an office building. She had him stop near a park she used to take her children to.

Her face lit up as spoke of her children. She sounded so happy as she spoke of their many accomplishments. As hard as he tried he could not help the twinge of sadness in his chest. He was of course happy for the life Peggy had lived but a part of him wished she had lived it with him. He shook those thoughts away and pulled out his phone.

"You should call them. Your kids."

He smiled at her as she took the phone. Her shook slightly and he offered to tap the numbers for her. He stepped out of the car to give her privacy as she spoke to her children. Steve took in the world around him. So different from the world he remembered, the world he was a part of. Even the smell of the air was different. Lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear the door close or see Peggy until she hooked her arm in his.

"Anywhere you'd like to visit, Captain?"

He didn't say anything for a moment but then he looked down to her with an almost sad smile and said;

"Home."


She home meant New York. New York held many memories for Peggy as well, some better than others. She was ready to go back especially now that she had Steve back. There was one stop she wanted to make before they left D.C.

"Yes, home. But first there's one more place we need to stop."

She hadn't visited the memorial in many years. She had been there the day the memorial had been dedicated by the President. She had visited a few times after but it had been only a few years later when she retired. She knew he had been there before as well but she wanted to stop there one last time with him. They walked silently taking in the subtle tranquility of the place. There were others there, young and old, but none paid any attention to them. Steve had tried to hide his identity as much as he could, hoping for a bit of anonymity as they paid their respect to both friends and family.

They made it to the area on the West side of the memorial with the "Freedom Wall". There were thousands of gold stars on the wall, each meant to represent about 100 Americans who lost their lives in the war.

They didn't spend too much time there but it was nice to be there with him. It had been overwhelming when she had first learned he was still alive. She had spent so much of her life trying to honor the sacrifice he made and she liked to think she had done quite well in that regard.

She was still having a hard time processing the fall of SHIELD and could not help but wonder if she could have done better in detecting Hydra's presence in the organization she worked so hard to create. She tried not to let it eat at her when she had so little precious time in her right mind. Not much scared Peggy Carter but the knowledge that she could slip away again at any moment terrified her. She had to just keep pushing forward.


The drive from Washington to New York was just under 4 hours. They had contemplated flying but they both agreed it would probably be quicker in the end to just drive. Steve drove faster than he probably should have but she didn't say a word. If he knew her, she was probably silently telling him to go faster.

She told him to stop just before they reached the cities outer limits at a small train station. There were a few cars in the parking lot and Steve thought it must be used by mostly commuters. Peggy looked to her wristwatch.

"I do believe we made perfect time. The afternoon train should be here at any time."

A thought struck him as he followed her toward the station.

"Uh, Peggy?"

"Yes?"

He stopped as he felt around for his wallet. That he couldn't find. She stopped as he ran back to the car to see if he had left it there. It wasn't there.

"Is something the matter?"

"I –uh, I don't suppose you have money for the tickets? Because my wallet's gone."

"Er, well. No. I don't."

He hung his head. But she didn't miss a beat as she turned back toward the station beckoning him to follow her. There were 5 people in the waiting area and a man behind the counter. She pulled him to the middle of the room and pulled of the hat and glasses he was wearing.

"If I could have your attention for a moment."

The people stopped what they were doing and looked to the elderly woman whose mere presence demanded their attention. Some of them looked to Steve and their eyes grew wide in recognition. Steve felt his face go red at the attention. He did not like where this was going.

"As some of you may notice, this is Steve Rogers, known to most as Captain America. Now the Captain and I are only looking to get to the city but have found ourselves both without the funds to get there. If any of you are able to help us get enough money for two tickets to the city we can make it from there."

Steve's face went redder. He did not like asking for money, especially just because of who he is. But Peggy continued;

"In exchange, the Captain here will take a photo with you and give you his autograph."

The look on her face showed just how much she was enjoying this as the small group of people lined up to take selfies with him. She just sat in a chair off to the side as he signed whatever random item each person had in their bags. He would never live this down and he just hoped she wouldn't tell any of the other Avengers about it.


She was very pleased. She knew they probably could have found an easier way to get to New York. But the opportunity was too good not to pass up. Her attention was on Steve and she almost didn't notice when a young girl and her mother approached her. She had a small notebook and a pen in her hand.

"Oh! Hello there! Captain Rogers is right over there, I'm sure he'd be happy to sign that for you."

The little girl didn't move but looked up to her mother who gave her a little nod. The little girl pushed the pen and notebook towards Peggy and her mother said;

"You're Agent Peggy Carter. And this is my daughter Elena. You're one of her heroes and if it's ok with you she'd love it if you could sign her notebook for her."

Peggy froze. She didn't know what to say. She could not help the tears that welled in her eyes and she quickly snapped her attention to young girl in front of her. She didn't know how the pair knew who she was and didn't bother to ask. She took the pen and thought for a moment about what to write. When she finished she looked up and asked if she could have a hug. With a quick look to mom Elena flung her arms around Peggy's neck and squeezed.

"Thank you, Elena."

They broke apart and the young girl looked down at the words written:

"Elena, always know your value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter. –Peggy Carter"


The train ride was short and in no time they were back in the city that held memories for both of them. Their first stop had been at a bank that seemed to know exactly who Peggy was. Well, the name they called her was Angie but he didn't blame her for being cautious. And he shouldn't have been surprised she had accounts set up for emergencies. There wasn't much money but it was enough to get them through the day.

Peggy showed Steve the SSR building she had spent so much of her time at. And the apartment building she had once lived in. There were a few spots she would stop at but not say anything, undoubtedly reliving a memory long lost.

They stopped here and there in Manhattan. Steve just listened as Peggy told him how each building had changed through the years. She had so many stories, so many secrets no one else would ever hear. A few of her stories caused him to raise an eyebrow but she would shoot back a look that clearly meant he was not one to judge. He noticed her steps grow slower as the day went on, it was a marvel she had as much energy as she did. After she seemed to be out of places to go she looked to him.

"Let's get you home."


A/N: Originally I wanted to do a scene with Steve talking about Bucky and have them find Angie in NY now a retired Broadway star. Maybe one day I'll rewrite this chapter but for now this is what you get ;)