Struggles

Olivia held tight to Steve as they breezed down the roads on his motorcycle. It became clear to her that the confrontation with Fury and the worries he had about the direction SHIELD was heading in were weighing on him more than he wanted to let on. She knew it without him saying it when they came to the Smithsonian Museum, even more so when they entered the exhibit dedicated to Major Britannia and Captain America.

Apparently it had been an agreement between their countries that any official exhibit of one must also feature the other, to show the continued partnership and friendship between the two countries.

The fact that they were there said more to her about what Steve was feeling than anything else. She had wanted to visit the exhibit when she first heard it was open, and he had been curious to go as well. But after that brief visit, Steve seemed to only visit it when he'd had some sort of disagreement with SHIELD or Fury. He had told her after the first time that coming there helped remind him why he kept fighting, why he stayed with SHIELD, who he was protecting and whose memory he did this in honor of. The trips had become more frequent the last month or so, this last mission hadn't helped.

She reached out and took his hand as they wandered through the exhibit, both of them taking care to be as inconspicuous as possible. Steve had donned a baseball cap while she was wearing a hoodie, as the kids called it these days. She had tried wearing a hair cover and sunglasses the first time, which had been the opposite of inconspicuous, though Steve had been very sweet and told her she looked like a movie star. Still, she was trying to blend in a bit more, hence the jeans and 'hoodie' she was wearing now. They were quite uncomfortable, the jeans, she would have to speak to Natasha about not sneaking such restrictive clothing into her closet.

Actually she would have to speak to Natasha about not sneaking clothing into her closet period, it was rather alarming that she was able to do so.

"Symbols to their nations," one of the tour guides was saying to a small group as they passed, "Heroes to the world. The story of Major Britannia and Captain America is one of honor, bravery, romance, and sacrifice."

Olivia had to hide her smile into Steve's shoulder when a portion of the girls in the passing group let out sighs and smiles at the 'romance' aspect of it. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, shaking it when he chuckled into her ear.

"That was one of the better parts of our story," he murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of her hair before she pulled away. He lifted her left hand, which he was holding, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles as well.

"Denied enlistment due to poor health," one of the narration parts of the displays spoke as they passed, "Steven Rogers was chosen by Major Britannia for a program unique in the annals of American warfare. One that would transform him into one of the world's first super soldiers…"

"Looks like you have an admirer," Olivia whispered to him, nodding ahead to where a young boy was gaping, staring with recognition.

"Either that or he's taken with your beauty," he remarked, laughing when she lightly smacked him on the arm, before putting a finger to his lips for the boy to keep quiet. The boy grinned and nodded, hurrying away.

They came over to another display, a monitor with old footage of the war playing on a loop, "In this rare footage," the narrator was saying, "Everyone's favorite warrior, Captain America, and the sweetheart of the UK, Major Britannia..."

Olivia sighed and looked away from it, following Steve towards a display where mannequins were stationed, wearing their old uniforms, the Howling Commandos uniforms on either side of them, "Oh did they HAVE to?" she nearly groaned, seeing the monstrosity that was her very first uniform on such blatant display.

"You know, I never got to actually SEE you in it," Steve remarked, not in person at least. He'd seen a photo of her wearing it, but not her.

"Nor shall you," she huffed, "Of all the things to be destroyed during the war, that had to survive."

"Battle tested," the display began to speak, sensing a new audience approaching, "Captain America and his Howling Commandos quickly earned their stripes. Assisted by their designated medic, Major Britannia, their mission was to take down HYDRA, the Nazi rogue science division."

"Of all the things to be lost during the war," Steve sighed as they came to the next set up, an entire section dedicated just to Bucky, as he deserved.

Olivia squeezed his hand more as the display lit up, the narration starting as footage of Steve and Bucky laughing and smiling played, "Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country."

Olivia swallowed hard when they came to the next display dedicated to the members of the SSR and its agents, Peggy's footage was up, an older looking version of her, interviewed about the war and about them.

"That was a difficult winter," Peggy was saying, though there was a soft smile on her face, "A…remarkable one too. A blizzard had trapped half our battalion behind the German line. Liv and…" she paused, clearing her throat, "Major Williams and Captain Rogers had just returned from a brief leave, hadn't even hesitated to jump right back in. They fought their way through a HYDRA blockade that had pinned our allies down for months. Together they saved over a thousand men, including the man who would...who would become my husband as it turned out. Even after they died, they were still changing my life."

"Well done, Peg," Olivia murmured, her heart clenching painfully in her chest as she looked at photos of Peggy and other SSR agents on the wall around the monitor. One day, sooner than she would ever have liked, Peggy would have a section of her own in this exhibit, much like Bucky, for all her work during the war and after.

"She kept her promise," Steve looked at Olivia, "She found a way to be happy."

Olivia nodded at that, "She did," she swallowed hard, taking a breath, and squeezing his hand as she looked to him as well, "As did I."

Steve smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, "Me too."

~8~

Steve sat close beside Olivia, his arm tight around her in support, knowing how hard this was for her as she reached out a hand, holding one of Peggy's frail ones in her own. They had gone to visit Peggy in her living facility, after Olivia had changed into something more her, wanting to make it easier on Peggy to see her friend as she remembered her and not in such modern garb. A simple brown, pleated skirt that went to her knees, with a white blouse, similar to the military uniforms she and Peggy used to wear but not exact. The woman was reclined on a bed in a dim room, smiling at them as they told her about their latest mission, though now they were on the topic of the exhibit they'd just visited.

"I am so proud of you, Peggy," Olivia was telling her gently, "Not just for your work with SHIELD, but everything," she glanced over at the family photos Peggy kept by her bedside. Of her husband, her children, grandchildren, extended family. There was a trifold one, of the two of them as children, then in the army together, and one of her with Steve that Peggy had taken.

"Mmm," Peggy hummed to herself, "I have lived a life. My only regret is that you didn't get to live yours," she looked at them both, "Mr. and Mrs. Rogers."

Olivia let out a small laugh at that, shaking her head, her thoughts drifting to Natasha a moment and how she kept asking when they'd be getting married. Peggy had often done the same, teased them during the war, asking when Steve would 'make an honest woman' out of her best mate. But it was a sign, at least, that Peggy recognized Steve this time and how important he was to her.

"What is it?" Peggy asked, her gaze falling to Steve when she noticed his sad expression.

Steve sighed, not wanting to take up Olivia's remaining time with her friend, but she gave him an encouraging smile and a nod that it was alright, "For as long as I can remember," he began, "I just wanted to do what was right. I guess I'm not quite sure what that is anymore. And I thought I could throw myself back in and follow orders, serve. It's just not the same."

Peggy gave a small chuckle at that, "Always so dramatic," she looked at Olivia, "How do you put up with that."

"I love him," Olivia said simply.

"That would do it," Peggy agreed, before focusing back on Steve, "You both saved the world. We rather...mucked it up."

"It's not so bad," Olivia squeezed her hand in reassurance.

"Knowing that you helped found SHIELD is half the reason we stay," Steve agreed.

Peggy took a deep breath, "The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best, and sometimes the best that we can do is to start over."

Olivia quickly jumped up when Peggy began to cough, hurrying to gather a glass of water for her, "Here, Peggy, drink…" she trailed off when Peggy's expression shifted, staring at her with wide eyed awe, tears, and shock.

Steve reached out a hand to take Olivia's, knowing what that expression meant, having seen it far too many times already.

"Liv?" Peggy breathed, sounding as though this was the first time she was seeing her best friend since the war.

Olivia blinked rapidly to try and keep the tears away as she nodded, "Yeah, it's me, Peg."

"You're alive!" Peggy gasped, looking between the two of them, "Both of you! You...you came...you came back."

"Yeah, Peggy," Steve nodded, putting his arm back around Olivia as she sat, squeezing her closer to him as they were forced to watch Peggy's tired mind show its age.

"It's been so long," Peggy began to weep, reaching for Olivia's hand, "So long. I thought you were dead."

"I know, Peg," Olivia's voice broke as she took Peggy's hand once more, "I know. I'm so sorry. There wasn't any other way."

"You're alright though?" she asked.

"Yeah," she nodded, "We're alright, a lot to get used to."

"We, um, stopped by the Smithsonian," Steve added, knowing it was important for Olivia to leave Peggy on a happier emotion than the tears at seeing them, even if it meant repeating a conversation again, "It's amazing, all you've done…"

~8~

Steve and Olivia slowly approached where Sam was speaking with a group of other veterans, clearly in the middle of a PTSD session. They stopped a respectful distance away, not wanting to interrupt, not wanting to make the meeting about them when it was meant to help the other veterans.

"The thing is I think it's getting worse," one of the women was saying, "A cop pulled me over last week, he thought I was drunk. I swerved to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED."

Sam nodded, showing it wasn't foolish or laughable, but understandable and something they could all relate to, nothing to be ashamed of, "Some stuff you leave there, other stuff you bring back. It's our job to figure out how to carry it. Is it gonna be in a big suitcase or in a little man-purse? It's up to you."

Sam glanced over and spotted them there, giving them a nod, before he turned to say his final farewells to the group.

"I'll see you next week," the woman spoke to him as she passed him.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Yeah."

Sam gave her a smile, leaving the group to gather their things and to speak to each other as they often did after the sessions, sometimes it took more than just one session, sometimes they felt they couldn't speak up during it. So it was always his intention to let them have some time to talk without being on the spot. He made his way over to the two super soldiers, "Look who it is," he smiled, shaking their hands, "The running man and the medic."

"Caught the last few minutes," Steve remarked, "It's pretty intense."

"You're doing a wonderful thing for them," Olivia added.

"Thanks," Sam nodded, feeling just a little swell of pride at their praise, "But it's more them than me. We all got the same problems. Guilt, regret."

"You lose someone?" Steve eyed him for the last words, ones that sounded far too personal.

"My wingman, Riley. Flying a night PJ rescue op, nothing we hadn't done a thousand times before, till RPG knock Riley's dumb ass out of the sky. Nothing I could do. It's like I was up there just to watch."

"Oh Sam," Olivia let out a breath, squeezing Steve's hand at the same time, just knowing his mind had gone to the loss of Bucky, "We're so sorry."

"After that, I had really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?"

"But you're happy now, back in the world?" Steve asked, thinking back to his own moment after the loss of Bucky, when he wondered why he should keep fighting and how to do it, how Olivia had helped him through that.

Sam gave them a small smile, "Hey, the number of people giving me orders is down to about zero. So, hell, yeah."

They had only just started to chuckle at how clearly pleased he was by that when a voice spoke, "Oh my god, it's Major Williams."

They looked over to see two of the group members had spotted them, a man and a different woman.

Olivia looked between Sam and Steve, "Excuse me," she murmured, "I'll just be a mo…"

Steve smiled as he shook his head, watching as she went over to greet the two individuals, only for the woman to practically throw herself at Olivia, hugging her tightly as she broke down in tears.

"I would say it's funny that the Brit gets more attention than Captain America," Sam began, "But Sophie's been a fan of Major Britannia since she was a kid. Got into the army as a medic because of the work she did during the war. Saved her grandfather, apparently, at one point."

"That's Liv," Steve nodded, always beyond pleased when other people recognized Olivia's accomplishments. It was something unique to their roles in the war. He was recognized and thanked on a national level, for his service, but on a general sense. When it came to Olivia, her recognition usually came on a more personal level, with people who were directly affected by her actions thanking her.

Sam watched as Olivia pulled away, ever so gently, speaking with the woman and making her tear up again, but her chest swell with pride too. It was clear the woman was complimenting her for her own efforts in battle too. He glanced over at Steve, thinking more about the last question the man had had for him, "Are you two thinking about getting out?"

Steve took a deep breath and let it out, "No. I don't know," he admitted, "Liv would be an incredible doctor one day."

She studied medical books, researched all the new techniques to treat wounds in battle, and he was sure, with the right funding from SHIELD, if they retired and she had the time, they could work something out and she'd have the chance to excel at medical school and training. She was born to be a healer, he was sure of that.

What would become of HIM was another question, all his life he'd wanted to make a difference, be a soldier.

He supposed it was one reason they had wandered over to visit Sam, to see what became of other soldiers when they stopped being one. What was life like after the fighting was over? He'd wanted a glimpse of it, but he also knew it was helpful to Olivia to know it wasn't just the two of them struggling, that they weren't abnormal to still be haunted by the war. There was always this pressure that the two of them had to be symbols, strong, couldn't break down or show weakness. As a result they could only really talk to each other about it. Olivia always tried to help him first, the medic in her, but he knew she struggled with more nightmares than he did, more guilt, over the soldiers she hadn't been able to save on the field. For the most part he had been stationed with the Commandos, he hadn't lost a single man save Bucky near the end. Olivia had been recalled a few times to assist in other battles, she saw more death than he did that last year.

"To be honest, I don't know what I would do with myself if I did," Steve concluded, shaking himself from his thoughts.

"Ultimate fighting?" Sam suggested, earning a laugh from Steve, "It's just a great idea off the top of my head. But seriously, you could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?"

"Liv," he answered promptly.

Sam chuckled, "Profession wise. Hobbies? Interests?"

Steve shook his head, "I don't know."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," he patted Steve on the shoulder, seeing Olivia heading back over after taking a selfie with his two group members, "Guy like you could do anything."

"Thanks," Steve smiled at him, Sam giving Olivia a small salute before heading back to the meeting area to see if any other members wanted to speak to him alone.

"Police officer," Olivia spoke when she reached him, "Fireman. Defense teacher. Artist…"

"What?" he looked at her.

"I can't see you not helping others," she shrugged, winding an arm around his waist, having heard the end of their conversation, "I can't see you being inactive."

"And artist fits in there how?" he laughed, putting his arm around her shoulder as they walked off, considering her suggestions.

"You're amazing at sketching," she shrugged again, "I wouldn't have kept them all if they weren't."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head at her, he was sure she would have kept them all even if they were rubbish, just because she loved him.

~8~

Steve and Olivia made their way down the hall of their apartment building, heading for their door when one of their neighbors came out of their own apartment, her phone at her ear, laundry in a basket in her arms.

"That's so sweet," she was saying over the phone, "That is so nice that they came to visit," she glanced over at the two of them as they approached, winking at them, "Hey. I gotta go, though. Ok, bye," she shook her head at them, "My aunt, she's kind of an insomniac when she gets excited, like when her best friend visits her."

"She wouldn't be much a best mate if she didn't visit whenever she could," Olivia countered.

The woman rolled her eyes, but nodded.

"Hey, if you want, you're welcome to use our machine," Steve offered easily, "Might be cheaper than the one in the basement."

"Thank you," she smiled at them, "But I already have a load in downstairs, and, uh...you really don't want my scrubs in your machine. I've just finished orientation in the infectious diseases ward, so…"

Olivia's smile began to fall as she heard that. It was a rather flimsy excuse not to enter their apartment, she was fairly certain scrubs that were exposed to the infectious disease ward would be disinfected or cleaned at the hospital, not returned to a civilian location. There was a reason she didn't want to enter.

"Everything alright?" Olivia asked, "You ok?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "I should check my stuff. Though, speaking of stuff," she gave them a meaningful look, "I think you left your stereo on."

"Oh, right," Steve nodded, the two of them now understanding, "Thank you."

She gave them a nod before turning to head down the stairs, leaving them to turn a suspicious eye to their apartment. It wasn't Natasha in there, she thrived on trying to startle them with her random appearances, she wouldn't turn their music on and warn them. But who else would it be? They glanced at each other, before Steve took her hand and led her down the hall towards the fire escape.

~8~

Steve quickly looked around the apartment as he snuck in through the window, off the fire escape. He held a hand back behind him to help Olivia through after him, the woman grabbing his shield to hand it to him at the same time he had nicked her batons off a desk to give to her as well. They inched their way into the darkened apartment, seeing their record player was going…with someone sitting on the couch beside it.

"Director Fury?" Olivia frowned at him.

"I don't remember giving you a key," Steve added, not dropping the shield yet.

Fury scoffed, "You really think I'd need one? My wife kicked me out."

"You're married?" Olivia shook her head, a bit lost. Of all the places for Fury to go if this wife of his kicked him out, their apartment was not high up on that list. So he was there for a reason, but what? She glanced around, tapping Steve on the shoulder and nodding behind them in a signal that she was going to check the other rooms of the apartment, the bathroom, their bedroom, the closets.

He nodded, exchanging his shield for her batons, wanting her to have more instant protection if someone jumped out at her. He looked back at Fury, moving so he could keep Olivia in one corner of his eye, "We didn't know that."

"A lot of things you don't about me," Fury remarked.

"I know, Nick," Steve sighed, "That's the problem."

Olivia made her way back, they didn't have a very big place, and with their advanced hearing and senses, it was quick work checking for any others hiding there. She patted Steve's back as she neared, shaking her head to say there was no one there but them. Steve gave her a nod as well, backing up to the light switch and flicking it on.

Olivia gasped lightly, seeing Fury appeared to be quite injured, like he had been in a major firefight and only just escaped with his life. Fury quickly held a finger to his lips for them not to speak and pointed at the light. Steve turned it off as Olivia moved to grab her medical pack, passing Steve back his shield so she could make her way to Fury's side to try and treat some of the wounds she could see in the dim light.

Fury pulled his phone out and typed something in it for Olivia to see 'ears everywhere.' She frowned at that, but turned to Steve, pointing at her ear and making a wide, swirling motion to let him know the gist of the message, that the room was bugged. It wasn't quite sign language, but a crude form of it they had developed during the war with the Commandos, just very basic ones.

"I'm sorry to have to do this," Fury continued, "But I had no place else to crash."

Olivia straightened at the next text, 'SHIELD compromised,' and looked at Steve, holding up her arm like he did for his shield and put a finger, parallel to the ground, under her neck, letting him know SHIELD was out of the question, that they may have done this to Fury.

"Who else knows about your wife?" Steve asked, understanding his wife was code for SHIELD.

Olivia gestured to the three of them at Fury's next message of 'just us.'

"Just...my friends," Fury stated.

"Is that what we are?"

"That's up to you," Fury spoke, opening his mouth to say more, when three shots rang out, firing right at Fury.

Olivia gasped and let out a scream of startlement, jumping back in reaction, before rushing to tend to Fury, "Go!" she called to Steve as he lifted his shield in protection, tossing her the batons just before she was hefting Fury into the next room for more cover.

Steve nodded and rushed closer to the window, trying to peer out and see if he could spot the shooter.

Olivia looked back down at Fury as she got him positioned when he pressed something into her hand, a flashdrive, "Don't...trust...anyone," he wheezed, before his eye rolled back and he lost consciousness.

"Liv!" a voice shouted as the door was broken down, "Steve?"

"...over here," Olivia called, just barely stopping herself from shouting out 'Sharon!' first.

Sharon Carter, Peggy's great-niece, their neighbor, rushed over to help assist her, her gun drawn for more protection, though once she was close enough, Olivia activated her batons' shield program to keep them and Fury safe while they worked on him.

"He's out?" Sharon asked quickly, kneeling beside Olivia.

She nodded, knowing why she'd asked. Fury, as far as they knew, had no idea that they were aware Sharon Carter had been assigned as their protective duty and monitor. They hadn't just started to visit Peggy, they had been going to see her regularly, as often as they could, since they got to DC. Peggy loved to talk about her family, Sharon came up frequently, and they had met the girl once when she hadn't expected them to be there. She had gone into the Olive Branch of SHIELD, trained as a medic, like her 'Aunt Liv' as her Aunt Peggy always called her, for the two were as good as sisters than mere friends. But she'd taken more to the active lines of duty. So she was technically a nurse, she hadn't lied about that, but she was a more specialized agent of SHIELD in a broader sense.

It explained why she hadn't burst into their apartment with them when she noticed the music. Whoever was in there would have questioned why she was that close and familiar with them as she didn't usually go into their apartment normally and she had feared if Fury knew that they knew why she was there, she'd be reassigned. She didn't want to pass up the chance to work with Major Britannia and Captain America, with Olivia and Steve.

Sharon nodded and grabbed a radio from her belt, "Foxtrot is down, he's unresponsive. I need EMTs."

"Do you have a twenty on the shooter?" another agent called back.

Steve looked out the window, managing to spot him finally, "Tell him I'm in pursuit!" he called, before smashing through the window and giving chase after the figure that raced ahead of him, trusting Olivia and Sharon to stabilize Fury while he dealt with this man.

The man, however, was skilled. Steve chased him through an office building, smashing right through the walls as the man appeared to punch them down as he went. He followed close behind, managing to catch him at the roof. He hurled his shield at the assassin, only for the man to turn and catch it in one swift move.

In the light, Steve could make out the man had a metal arm with a red star embedded in it. The man returned the attack, hurling the shield back at Steve and jumping off the building as he turned to catch it. He ran to the edge of the building and looked down for the man, but he was nowhere to be seen. He shook his head and turned to run back to the apartment.

~8~

Steve looked over when Natasha entered the hospital room, he was standing with his arm around Olivia, the woman's front stained with Fury's blood, her hands only wiped clean, the two of them watching through a window as doctors operated on Fury.

"Is he gonna make it?" she asked.

"We don't know," Steve stated.

"Medical opinion?" she turned to Olivia for that.

"I did all I could to stabilize him," she murmured, "He was shot three times."

"Tell me about the shooter."

"He's fast and strong," Steve described, "Had a metal arm," he glanced over as Maria Hill entered the room too.

"Ballistics?"

"Three slugs, no rifling," Maria reported, "Completely untraceable."

"Soviet-made."

Olivia and Steve glanced over when Natasha's words were a statement and not a question, like she knew it would be that make.

"Yeah," Maria confirmed.

But their attention was pulled back to Fury as his situation worsened, the heart rate monitor jumping.

"He's in V-tach!" one of the male nurses called.

"Crash cart coming in," a female nurse reported.

The attending doctor looked over, "Nurse, help me with the drape."

"BP is dropping!" the male nurse called.

"Defibrillator!" the doctor ordered, the four of them watching as Fury began to flatline, "I want you to charge him at one hundred."

"Don't do this to me, Nick," Natasha murmured.

"Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear!" the doctor shocked him, causing him to jolt, but there was no change, "Pulse?"

"No pulse," the male nurse reported, something that was confirmed by another doctor.

"Ok, 200, please. Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear!" he shocked Fury once more, "Give me epinephrine! Pulse?"

"Negative."

"Don't do this to me, Nick," Natasha repeated, not even noticing when Olivia reached out to grab her arm in support, "Don't do this to me."

They could only watch as the doctors and nurses tried their best to revive Fury, but the flatline persisted, until there was only one option left.

"What's the time?" the doctor asked, as Steve looked away, tightening his hold on Olivia.

"1:03, Doctor," the female nurse reported.

Olivia could only stare through the window with a frown on her face and tears in her eyes. This couldn't be happening, she had managed to stabilize him, she had saved Coulson, Fury couldn't be...

The doctor sighed, calling it, "Time of death, 1:03 a.m."

But it was.

Director Fury was dead.

A/N: I couldn't see Olivia just visiting Peggy every so often but as often as she could, and I felt like it was reasonable, given how close Sharon was to her great-Aunt, that they'd run into each other at some point. That and if there was one person Peggy would talk about her family to it would be Liv, she'd show her pictures of the life she had since the war, and Sharon would be among them if they hadn't met first. There was just no way, to me, that Olivia wouldn't know Sharon for who she was :)

I know there's a lot of 'but HOW?' when it comes to how Sharon is Peggy's great-niece. Peggy is her great-aunt, a great aunt is your mother or father's aunt. Which many would take to mean Michael, Peggy's brother, HAS to have been alive and had a family or had a child before he died. And I know Season 3 of Agent Carter was apparently supposed to go in that direction, that he didn't die during the war or something. But since it never aired, MY thoughts on it are...it doesn't have to be PEGGY's brother's child, but perhaps Peggy's HUSBAND's brother's child.

Simplifying it because it still confuses me lol, and using the male line just for pattern: Sharon has a father. Her father, of course, has a father (Sharon's grandfather). Sharon's grandfather has a brother who married Peggy Carter. To Sharon's grandfather, his sister-in-law is Peggy Carter. To Sharon's father, Peggy is his Aunt because she is his uncle's wife. So for Sharon, that makes Peggy her great-aunt.

I think it's the Carter surname that throws people off, but we can just assume Sharon changed her last name in honor or her aunt. At one point she says she never TOLD anyone she was related to Peggy Carter, so it must have just been a common enough name that no one really thought of that connection or asked about it ;)

But this chapter, poor Stevia :( First a walk down memory lane, then seeing Peggy ailing, then other suffering PTSD, and then the attack on Fury? What a day :( But did anyone else crack a smile when Peggy teased Olivia and Steve about marriage too :) Makes me wonder if Natasha's been to visit her also ;)

Some notes on reviews...

For all of Steve's seeming love of 'songs' you'd think he'd have 'put a ring on it' by now ;) Whether he has a ring or not, we'll have to wait and see ;)

I can say, by the end of this story we'll know if there're any wedding plans ;)

I could see Tony insisting on walking Olivia down the aisle lol :)

Lol, the wedding talk mostly comes from Natasha going 'you've been together 70 years, don't you think you ought to tie the knot already?' Also a little parallel to Peggy's teasing from the war about when they were going to finally get married :)

I don't want to say too much about Steve and Olivia's nuptials just yet, but I can say we'll find out by the end of this story what's up with that ;)