Ok so this is more angsty and sad but it's Steggy so that's a plus
Like an Old Photograph
Steve hailed a cab in the pouring rain. The cab driver looked at him in the rear view mirror and a look of recognition passed over him.
"Where to, Captain?" the man asked, revealing a heavy Brooklyn accent.
"The nearest Sears Roebuck, please. " Steve answered, stumbling when he remembered it was just called Sears now. He and the cab driver, a man named Brent, made pleasant conversation on the way there. As he went to pay his fare, Brent shook his head.
"You and your team saved my little girl during the invasion. It's the very least I could do."
Steve nodded his thanks and left the cab. He walked through the store to the picture frames. Natasha had told him his apartment was much too bare and Steve had developed a love of photography since he was introduced to the high quality cameras of the 21st century. He looked at every frame carefully until one caught his eye. It was an ornate silver pattern with the words "Memories" in beautiful script at the bottom. He quickly bought the frame and headed home to find his picture of Peggy and the Howling Commandos. He slipped the photo into an envelope and put the frame in a gift bag. He walked down the block and caught another cab to the nursing home where Peggy lived. The nurses nodded at the familiar visitor and Steve walked down to Peggy's room.
He rapped lightly on the door and smiled when her eyes lit up with recognition.
"I got a present for you Peggy." Steve said softly. She grinned and the years melted away for a moment. He handed her and she delicately opened the gift, folding the tissue paper with shaking, arthritic fingers. She held the frame up and ran her fingers over the smooth relief.
"Oh I haven't seen them in years, I miss them so. She was so sweet and he was so funny." Peggy said reminiscently. Steve frowned, still holding the envelope. He looked and the frame and sighed softly. Peggy had recognized, or thought she'd recognized the people in the stock photo that came in the frame. Steve gently took the frame from her hands and replaced the photo with the Howling Commandos photo and handed it back to Peggy.
"Now who are these young men? That one in the middle... he looks like Steve... but he's been gone for years... " Peggy broke off with tears in her eyes. Steve bowed his head and gave a small smile to mask his pain as his heart broke in two.
Sad, right? I had two inspirations for this story. 1) In Color by Jamey Johnson 2) this actually happened when my great grandmother got Alzheimer's so yeah this was harder to write