Author's note: I swear I haven't abandoned you all. Work got crazy and I had a concussion. Sorry!

After a rotation around the dance floor, Tony led Steve over to some secluded tables. "I thought we were dancing? Tony?"

"Hush, there's someone who wants to wish you 'happy birthday' over here." Tony gestured to a table where a the rest of the Avengers sat, but there was an extra person with them. The extra person turned to look at Steve, age had dimmed her spark a little and her hair was gray, but there was no mistaking this woman- it was Peggy.

Steve stopped dead in his tracks, shocked to see such a familiar, but not familiar face on this side of his time in the ice.

"Peggy..." He breathed.

She smiled, "You didn't think I'd let you get away with breaking our date, did you?" Typical Peggy, Steve thought to himself.

He smiled as he took her hand and they, carefully, danced their way around the floor. "I see someone taught you to dance for me." She joked.

Steve grinned, "How are you?" The question had much more weight than it would if it were asked of anyone else.

Peggy looked up into Steve's eyes and smiled, a bittersweet smile, as he led them back to the table. The Avengers wisely vacated it before they got there.