All the Time in the World
Chapter 25
The next day, Amanda sat on her bed staring down at her phone, looking at Trip's name and the last text he sent to her. One where he told her, that he and Garrett arrived safely at their location.
But after that. Nothing.
S.H.I.E.L.D fell and in the midst of the chaos, Amanda had been unable to contact him and hadn't heard from him since.
She didn't want to write him off, Trip could still be alive. Maybe he had been rounded up by the U.S government or went into hiding from HYDRA. There were a number of possibilities. But not knowing where he was, made the twenty-five-year-old's heart ache. All she wanted was for Trip to be alive and safe.
The young agent then let out a sigh, as she worked up the strength to send one more message to him, not knowing if he'd ever get it. Though she hoped, beyond hope that he would. And they would see each other again.
After all, Amanda had witnessed the impossible become possible with Steve's return. If her grandparents could be separated for almost seventy years and then be reunited after Steve was thought to be dead. She could believe that she'd see Trip again.
There was a chance.
Once the text was written, Amanda stared down at it and a small smile appeared on her face at the two words she had written. Words that would tell him everything he needed to know. "I'm alive."
Just as the text was sent, the young woman was jolted by her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Amanda then looked up as the door opened, just in time to see her mother's face appear in the doorway.
"Hey sweetheart. I was just wondering….Are you okay?" Sarah asked. Once she noticed the look on her daughter's face.
"Trip."
"Still haven't been able to reach him, huh?"
"No," Amanda replied. As her mother come over to sit on the bed next to her and began rubbing her back.
"You're doing everything you can."
"I know," Amanda said with a sigh. "I just wish he'd answer the bloody phone."
At her daughter's words, Sarah raised both of her eyebrows in amusement. Clearly, Peggy was rubbing off on her. Something she knew a lot about, having had numerous experiences growing up where British expressions would slip out.
She hardly noticed them with herself anymore. But it was kinda funny to hear those words come out of her child's mouth.
"I'm sure he will when he can. Now, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Thanks Mom," Amanda said with a smile. Truly grateful Sarah had come in to check on her. "You're doing enough."
Obviously, her mother didn't have the power to make Trip come home but it was nice to have her there. For comfort and company in the meantime.
"It's my pleasure," Sarah said. Before she nudged her daughter's arm with her body. "So how are you feeling? Is that concussion healing?"
"I think so. The headaches are getting less and less."
"Good." The sixty-six-year-old then reached over and gently rubbed her thumb over the stitched up wound of her daughter's face. Which looked much smaller than it did two days ago.
"Luckily, I heal fast."
Sarah then let out a chuckle. "Well yes, that is a small comfort. Be sure to thank your grandfather for that."
"I will," Amanda said. "And I'll try not to get myself injured again anytime soon."
"I would appreciate that."
"Remember when I broke my arm as a kid?" Amanda questioned. Thinking about the one incident from her childhood.
"How could I forget?" Sarah said, remembering holding her crying little girl in the emergency room. "I still don't know how you managed to do that."
"Who even knows? Knowing me."
Sarah then put her arm around her daughter. "You have always been a little pistol. Always keeping us on our toes."
"Sounds about right," Amanda agreed with a laugh.
"You remind me of your grandmother."
"And here I thought I reminded you of Grandpa. Hence the reason for my nickname."
"Oh well, you remind me of him too."
"Well, we are family. So go figure."
Sarah then laughed at her daughter's sassy comment, knowing that was definitely Peggy's genes at work.
"See. That is your grandmother in you."
Amanda let out a laugh and gave a nod. "You know, your parents bicker over who you are more like?"
"Really?" Sarah said, finding this piece of information rather amusing.
"Oh yes. It's happened a couple of times. They're stubborn. I see where we all get it from."
"Oh, that's too funny."
"They're funny people. Very cute though."
"They are."
Sarah then smiled, as she thought about her parents. It was truly an amazing experience for her to finally see her parents together. As well as to get to see them interact with each other.
As her daughter said, Steve and Peggy were very cute and clearly had a deep connection with each other. As well as mutual respect.
One that spoke volumes of their relationship and Sarah couldn't help but be in awe by it. She had thought she knew how much her mother loved her father, from the way Peggy would talk about him all these years. But she was wrong. She hadn't known the half of it.
Now having seen it, it was truly a privilege for Sarah to know that she had come out of such a beautiful relationship.
She didn't chose her parents of course. But Sarah felt so lucky to have the parents she did. And she knew now more than ever that she wouldn't want it any other way. Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter were her parents and she was so proud to be their daughter.
"So did you three enjoy watching Cinderella together?" Amanda inquired, breaking the silence.
"We did."
"Did you cry?"
"Well, I always cry watching that movie, Mandy."
"I know," Amanda said with a cheeky smile.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Just a bit. It's a daughter thing."
"Uh-huh," Sarah said, though she couldn't help but smile.
"I bet it was nice to share that movie with Grandpa. I know he's been wanting to watch it since you told him it was your favorite."
"It was."
Then after beat, Amanda spoke again. "I'm sorry we have to leave soon."
"It's okay, Mandy," Sarah said. "Really it is. You two have a job to do. I understand that. But…Just promise me, you'll come home when you can."
"We will."
"That's all I needed to hear. Come on you. Let's go see what your grandparents are up to," Sarah said, patting her daughter's leg. Before hoisting herself to her feet.
A little while later, the family was all seated around the living room watching the news. To see if there had been any new developments since the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.
After the news report was over and Peggy moved to change the channel, Sarah turned around slightly in the armchair to better face her mother. "I still can't believe HYDRA was inside S.H.I.E.L.D this whole time."
"Welcome to my world," Amanda commented.
"I know, darling. It is hard to swallow to say the least," Peggy said. As she reached out for her daughter's hand.
Steve then offered Peggy a little smile, knowing that in the midst of the pure joy of having their daughter home. She was still very much still reeling from what had happened with S.H.I.E.L.D. Just like him and Amanda were.
It was indeed hard to come to terms with. For all of them.
"Very," Sarah said, pausing before she continued. "Mom, do you have any idea how this even happened?"
"Steve," the former director said, prompting him to tell their daughter what he had learned in New Jersey with Natasha.
"Right. Well, Sarah…It started with a program called Operation Paperclip…"
"Ah yeah, that was the program where S.H.I.E.L.D recruited German scientists they saw as valuable."
Upon hearing this, both Steve and Amanda just stared at Sarah with surprised looks on their faces. Though they didn't even know why, as this was public knowledge.
"Hey, I know my S.H.I.E.L.D history," Sarah said, chuckling at their expressions along with her mother.
"You two, I swear. Don't look so shocked," Peggy said.
"I'm not," Amanda said. "It's just…"
"I know. I'm your mom."
"Exactly," Amanda said. A comment which earned her another chuckle from everyone else.
"It was Dr. Zola. He was the one who resumed HYDRA inside S.H.I.E.L.D as it were," Steve explained.
"Zola. I knew we shouldn't have hired him," Peggy said with a sigh. "But no, no, no, Phillips and Howard didn't listen to me on that one. Idiots."
"Oh my god, Grandma!" Amanda exclaimed, amused by her grandmother's statement.
"It's true, darling. Look at what's happened," Peggy said. "It was clearly a stupid decision…But of course, they couldn't have known. We couldn't have known."
"Dr. Zola. That name sounds familiar?" Sarah questioned, feeling she had heard that name before. But couldn't exactly remember where.
"You saw him a few times when you would come to work with me, darling. If memory serves, I believe you said he looked like a bug on one occasion."
"Nice Mom," Amanda remarked.
"I trust I was little when I said that."
"You were," Peggy assured her daughter. "Your Uncle Dugan certainly agreed with you."
"Oh Dugan. I guess this Zola gave me the creeps as a kid. And for good reason, I suppose."
"I'd say so," Steve agreed with a laugh. Unable to keep himself from feeling fatherly pride at her comment.
As the laughter began to die down, Steve then exchanged a glance with Peggy. And when their eyes met, they could immediately tell what the other one was thinking. They had yet to share certain pieces of information with their daughter. Information that Sarah deserved to know.
"Darling," Peggy said. "There is something else you should know about HYDRA."
"What is it, Mom?" Sarah asked, flickering her eyes between her parents.
Peggy then let out a breath as she tried to figure out how she would tell her daughter what else HYDRA had done.
"There's no easy way to say this… but it looks like HYDRA was responsible for your Uncle Howard's death."
At hearing this, Sarah's heart sank. Howard had been dead for twenty years but she still missed her eccentric but beloved uncle very much.
"What?" Sarah questioned, softly.
"I know darling. I'm so sorry."
The sixty-six-year-old then swallowed as she digested this bit of information. "Does Tony know?"
"Not yet," Steve said. "There's more, Sarah…. Peggy."
Peggy then shifted her attention from Steve back to their daughter, sensing that he needed a little help explaining the other thing. Since he was clearly struggling to get the words out.
"Sarah, do you remember when you were a little girl and I told you stories about you father and the Howling Commandos. And about Bucky Barnes."
"Of course," Sarah replied. As she shifted her eyes over to her father and back to her mother, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.
"Bucky's alive," Peggy said.
"He's alive? But…How?" Sarah questioned. As she looked over at her father. Which prompted him to go on.
"Apparently he survived the fall due to experiments that had been done on him in '43…HYDRA must have found him and…brainwashed…"
Sarah didn't need her father to continue for her to understand what this meant.
"I'm so sorry, Dad."
"Thank you," Steve said in a quiet voice.
"So that's why you and Amanda are leaving. You want to find him."
The Captain then smiled slightly at how fast his daughter pieced that together. She definitely had inherited her mother's sharpness.
"You are your mother's daughter, all right."
"Oh Steve."
Steve then gave Peggy a smile, before turning his attention back to their daughter. "Yes, that's why we're leaving. I'm sorry for dropping all of this on you now, Sarah. I know it's a lot to hear but I…We wanted you to know."
"It's okay. There's been a lot going on," Sarah said. "And thank you for telling me. All this is overwhelming to say the least. I gather this is how all of you feel a lot of the time."
"Oh yeah!" Amanda said, finally speaking up.
"It can be overwhelming, darling. And all this… is definitely that."
"So I see," Sarah said. As she glanced back in Steve's direction. "I hope you can find him, Dad. Bucky. And if there's anything I can do to help. Let me know."
Peggy's lips then curled into a smile at her daughter's willingness to help her father find his lost long friend.
"Thank you, Sarah."
"You see. That she gets from you, Steve."
Steve then smiled at his best girl and shook his head. "No. That's all you, Peggy."
"Told you," Amanda said, referring to earlier when she told her mother about her grandparents bickering.
"You told your mother what exactly, darling?"
"That you guys are ridiculous. But I love you anyway."
Peggy then reached over and patted her granddaughter's leg. "You too, darling."
"You know, it's kinda nice we can talk openly like this. Especially with you, Mom."
Sarah then exchanged smiles with her daughter. She was glad for this too. As overwhelming as it was. She was happy they could talk about a world she was a part of but not necessary involved in.
"We are family, Mandy," Peggy said. "All of us."
From this place, Steve gave nod as he looked around the room, and thought about what he had told Peggy the day before. His family was his home.
And hopefully soon, he'd have another person he considered family back. That person of course, being Bucky.
The next day, Steve stepped out onto the porch with his duffel bag in hand. Today was the day.
After taking a moment, the Captain then continued on over to Sam, who was currently parked in the driveway.
"Hey Sam."
"Hey man," Sam greeted. "Ready to go?"
"Just about."
Sam then moved from his place leaning against the side of his car to pop the truck, so his friend could store his belongings there for the trip to New York. Then once Steve closed the truck, Sam nodded over towards the house before speaking.
"So you failed to mention the family when we met."
Steve then let out a chuckle, before saying something his granddaughter would say. "You didn't ask."
"Well, I kinda figured if Captain America had a family. It would be you know, in the open," Sam said. "Though I guess I get why you would keep it quiet."
"Well, actually I didn't know I had a family until a few months ago."
At hearing this, Sam's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Really," Steve said, before continuing. "Peggy didn't know she was pregnant when I…well, disappeared."
"Wow, that's pretty. Damn."
"Yeah…"
Then after a beat. Sam spoke again. "It must be hard."
"What's that?"
"To leave again."
"You have no idea," Steve said with a sigh. As he too looked in the direction of the house where his family was currently running around, helping get things ready for his and Amanda's trip.
"I'm sorry, man."
It didn't take long for Steve to figure out what Sam meant by this. As he had just been thinking about it when he walked out the front door not five minutes ago. It was hard leaving Peggy and Sarah again. While him and Amanda went off with Sam to search for Bucky. Even though, he had no doubt in his mind that it was the right thing to do.
"Thanks. It's okay," Steve said. "Maybe not okay exactly. But, they understand. And I can't live my life knowing Bucky's out there, needing my help."
"I know," Sam replied with a nod. "We'll get you and Amanda back home as soon as we can."
A smile then appeared on Steve's face as he started back over to the house, to retrieve more of their supplies. "That's the plan."
Meanwhile, back inside the house, Amanda stood at her dresser, staring at her S.H.I.E.L.D badge. To say a final goodbye to those days. Before she moved on and started her next adventure with her grandfather.
Which was something, she was excited about. It would be amazing to see her grandfather in action after seeing old video of him from old World War II news reels.
"Amanda! Are you ready to go? I'm not getting any younger down here," Peggy yelled.
The young woman's lips then curled into a smile. "Be down in a minute, Grandma!"
Amanda then looked down at her badge again and rubbed her thumb over its shiny surface. After letting out a breath. The twenty-five-year-old put her badge inside the top drawer of her dresser underneath some clothes. And then went over to her bed to grab her bag, before finally exiting the room.
As she started downstairs, she spotted her mother and grandmother waiting for her.
"Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," Peggy said, jokingly.
"Stop it," Amanda said, halfway playing along with the joke. "And please don't start with how I was born eight days late again."
"Oh but now I must, darling," Peggy said.
From her place beside her mother, Sarah let out a laugh at Peggy and Amanda's antics and shook her head.
"You two, I swear," Sarah said. As she reached over to pull her adult child into a hug. "Two peas in a pod."
Peggy and Amanda then exchanged a look and the former agent gave her granddaughter a wink.
"I suppose there is some truth to that."
"Some?" Sarah said. "Mom, you know she's just like you. Anthony and I have been saying this for years."
"I suppose you're right. And I am honored to have this one as my granddaughter. But if you ask me, your daughter has inherited her dramatic nature from her grandfather."
"Dad's dramatic, really?"
"You don't know the half of it, darling," Peggy said.
Sarah then turned towards her daughter who was still in her arms. "Yeah, she says that all the time too.
"Oh really?"
"To be fair, he did steal a replica of his World War II uniform from the Smithsonian to make a point," Amanda said.
"See. Your father is ever so dramatic."
The sixty-six-year-old then let out a laugh as she pondered something. "And here I always thought it was all Auntie Angie's doing with Amanda here."
"Oh well, yes. I'm sure Angie's influence is in there too."
Amanda then shook her head, before speaking. "Hey! I'm standing right here, you know?
"We know, darling," Peggy told her granddaughter. "Now go gather up your things. Go on."
"And for the record, I really don't think I'm that dramatic."
The two older women then exchanged glances at Amanda's comment as they proceeded on down the hallway after her. And watched while the young woman went about collecting her laptop from the dining room table.
"Well, dramatic or not. Amanda. I have something I'd like to give you."
The twenty-five-year-old then looked over at her mother who gave her a nod from her place in the doorway.
"Go on," Sarah said, taking the bag Amanda was holding from her. As her daughter walked back over to them so she could follow Peggy down to the basement.
"So what do you have for me, Grandma?" Amanda asked.
"You'll see, darling. Patience."
"So this a surprise then?"
"Precisely."
The twenty-five-year-old then let out a chuckle as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"But Grandma, you hate surprises."
"Ah. But when I'm giving one to my granddaughter, I'm quite fond of them."
"Oh Grandma," Amanda said with another chuckle.
Peggy then stopped and gave the young woman a smile, before motioning for her to continue following her. "Come along."
The two then made their way across the room, pausing once they reached the far end wall where a bookcase stood.
"Did you want to give me reading material for the trip?"
"Not quite."
Peggy then turned back around to face her granddaughter. And then with a smile she reached out to take the young woman's hands in hers.
"Amanda, I know I've said I'm proud of you a hundred times before. But that doesn't make it any less true. I am sorry for what happened with S.H.I.E.L.D. You are a wonderful agent. And I know you would have done so much there…But I suppose we shouldn't dwell on what could have been."
"I suppose not," Amanda said, letting out a sigh.
The ninety-one year-old then gave her granddaughter's hands a squeeze in a gesture of comfort.
"I wish I could guide on your next adventure with your grandfather as I did with S.H.I.E.L.D, Amanda. But, I do have something for you that will help."
The young agent then watched as her grandmother continued over to the bookcase and pushed on the title of a book, that wasn't a book at all. But a button, that released the bookcase from the wall, revealing a steal door behind in. Once the secret door was visible, Peggy punched in a code and an arsenal of guns, and other spy weapons appeared.
This was Peggy's armory. She couldn't believe she had no idea this was there before today. She knew she shouldn't be surprised, given who her grandmother was. Yet, she couldn't keep her jaw from dropping at the sight.
"Grandma!"
"I know," Peggy said, looking back at her granddaughter's surprised face. "Take what you need. There's a bag over there for you."
The young woman then spun around to the couch to see a weapon's bag lying there, waiting for her.
"Thank you. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. You are an amazing young woman. And I meant what I said upstairs, it is an honor to have you for a granddaughter. I know you and your grandfather will succeed," Peggy said.
"How do you know that?" Amanda asked, curious.
"Faith," Peggy said, speaking the same words she had said when Amanda asked how she knew Steve would contact her months ago, after the Battle of New York.
Without another word, Amanda then pulled her grandmother into a hug. "Thank you for everything. You are such a badass, you know."
"You're welcome, darling," Peggy replied with a chuckle. "Oh I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
"Visit when you can, all right?"
"I will. We will. Promise."
"Good girl."
"Grandma?"
"Hmm?"
"You'll be okay while I'm away, won't you?" Amanda questioned.
Since part of her felt guilty for leaving. As she had originally moved in to help Peggy around the house and now she wouldn't be able to for some time.
Peggy then reached out to cup her granddaughter's chin. "Of course, I will. Your mum is going to stay and help me out for now."
"Good," Amanda said. "Cause you know, I could have Grandpa and Sam help me install that chair-lift we bought awhile back."
"That's a nice thought, darling. But what would be the point if you wouldn't be here to use it for your own enjoyment."
"Grandma! I would never do that." Peggy then raised her eyebrows at her. "Okay, maybe I would."
"Uh-huh. I suspected as much," Peggy said. Before running her hand down her granddaughter's arm. "Don't worry, darling. I'll manage. Come on. Let's not keep Sam and your grandfather waiting."
Soon thereafter, all the bags were in the car or attached to Steve's motorcycle. It was finally time for Steve and Amanda to leave for New York. Where they planned on using Tony's various resources to learn everything about the Winter Solider as they could, before starting on their search for Bucky himself.
"Go on man," Sam said. As he and Steve looked up to see the others come out onto the porch. "Your family's waiting for you."
The Captain then gave a nod, before he made his way over to his family. Just as he set foot on the porch, he looked over to see Peggy saying her goodbyes to their granddaughter.
Then as his eyes continued across the porch he met his daughter's eyes. And when Sarah gave him a little smile as she wrapped her arms around herself, a sense of guilt washed over him. And a knot seemed to lodge itself in his chest.
He didn't want to leave his daughter again. Though the last time he left, he had no idea she even existed. Back in 1945 he didn't want to leave Peggy either. But then, Steve didn't think twice about doing the selfless thing, the right thing by crashing that plane. He wanted to save the world for her, for everyone.
Now it was different, he had a daughter to think about. It didn't matter that she was a grown woman. She was his daughter.
Being a father had changed him. He had to come home. For her.
Steve then swallowed as he made the few steps over to his daughter. And without another word, he opened his arms, allowing her to fall into them.
"I'm sorry we didn't get too spend much time together, Sarah."
"It's okay," Sarah whispered from her place against his chest. "These past two days were more than I ever could have asked for… I'm just so glad you're alive."
"Me too" Steve said, reaching out to touch her face. "More than you know."
"And we'll see each other again soon."
"We will. And we'll have more days together. I promise."
Sarah then sniffled back tears as she gave her father one final hug, letting him know how much she loved him. And how much she would miss him.
As the hug ended, Steve eyes shifted from his daughter to Peggy, who had been standing a little ways, watching them, having finished saying her goodbyes to Amanda. Upon making eye contact with Steve, Peggy moved to wipe stray tears from her eyes. Which prompted the Captain, to make his way over to her.
"Peggy," Steve said.
"Steve," Peggy said, looking up at him. As flashes, moments of the last time they parted almost seventy years ago, played in her head. The kiss, the conversation on the radio, the plans they had made. Before the crackling sound on the radio told her, he was gone.
"So I guess this is it."
"I guess so," Peggy said. "You know that I'm not one for long goodbyes."
"I know." Steve then chuckled as he wrapped her into his arms and let her stay there for a moment or two. Before he spoke again, saying something he should have said a long time ago. "I love you, Peggy."
A breath then escaped her lips at his words. "I love you too, Steve."
Another moment then passed before either of them spoke again.
"That's been… a long time coming," Steve remarked.
"We have been late in this regard, haven't we?"
"We have."
Slowly, the two parted their hug so they could gaze into each other's eyes. As they continued to take in the moment. They finally had voiced how they felt to each other after all these years. It was hard not to feel the overwhelming joy that fell over them, as pure love rushed through their bodies. But, the part that would follow made it bittersweet. It was time for them to part ways for a while, yet again. Logically, they both knew this goodbye was different.
Still, that didn't make this any easier for either of them.
"All, right, go on. You'll want to reach New York before rush hour. Give Tony my love. And tell that boy to call me," Peggy said, trying to hold back more tears.
"Yes, ma'am."
Peggy then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Be safe, my darling."
"I will. I'll have to come back and see my two best girls, won't I?"
The pair then turned to look at their daughter who had been watching her parents along with Amanda.
"You will," Peggy agreed. "And we'll be here. Go."
With a nod, Steve turned toward his granddaughter. "Ready to go, Mandy?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
The grandfather and granddaughter then looked back at Peggy and Sarah with sad smiles on their faces. Before they finally left the porch and headed over to Sam
"Let's go."
"Yup," Sam said, as he got into his car. And Steve hopped on his motorcycle with Amanda right behind him.
The two then turned back one last time to wave to their loved ones as the motorcycle started.
From their place on the porch, Peggy and Sarah forced themselves to smile as they waved back to them as the motorcycle began to follow Sam's car down the street.
Then, after glancing over at her daughter, Peggy slide her hand into Sarah's and gave it a squeeze. "I know, darling. You know, this isn't goodbye. Not really. We'll see them again."
"I know," Sarah said with a smile. As she looked back down the street, just in time to see the motorcycle disappear out of sight. "I know we will."
A little while later, Sarah left her mother's house and made her way down to the National Mall, deciding it was time to see the new Captain America exhibit. As it had been something she had been wanting to do ever since Amanda had told her about it over the phone.
Once she arrived, the sixty-six-year-old, tucked her hands in her coat's pockets and wandered around the exhibit, taking everything in. Some artifacts she had of course seen during other exhibits over the years. Specifically the motorcycle, which she had last seen in the 90's with her daughter.
It didn't take long for Sarah to realize, how different it felt, seeing all this now since meeting her father in person. If anything, she was prouder of who he was and all he's done. Steve certainly was a legend.
Sarah also realized something else. To the world he was Captain America but to her he was something else. He was her father.
And in her heart that's all that he ever was. All that ever truly mattered to her.
Even as a child who marveled over her father's status as Captain America. Mostly because it helped keep him close.
The sixty-six-year-old now knew, and perhaps she always knew that he was her hero because he was her father. Not because he was a superhero. It was then, that she truly understood why her father had always been Steve to her mother
Memories of Peggy lifting her on her lap and showing her the picture of Steve before the serum, then flashed through her head.
Tears then appeared in Sarah's eyes, as she stood in front of a screen that was playing video of her father in battle. And a smile graced her face, before she tore her eyes away and continued to make her way around the exhibit.
Before long, she found herself at the memorial for Bucky Barnes.
Her father's longtime friend who was still alive. Just like her father was. But had turned out to be in a horrifying situation to say the least.
She wasn't sure if it was a gut feeling or simply faith. But she knew that Steve and Amanda would find him. They had to.
All of a sudden, Sarah realized that someone had come up next to her. Then, as she snapped her head in his direction, she made eye contact with the man for a second. Before he quickly looked down, out of shyness maybe. Or she had startled him, just as he had her.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there."
The man kept his head low, half hidden behind his hat but gave her nod, indicating that he had heard her.
Sarah then focused her attention back to the memorial and the image of Bucky. Her eyes then widened as she realized something. She had just seen that face.
A gasp then escaped her lips as she spun around again, only to find that the man was gone.
Oh my god! Sarah just met her Uncle Bucky! Well, sort of. She saw him anyway.
Also, Steve and Peggy finally said I love you. Took them almost 70 years to say it, but they've said it.
Also how great is the Steggy family? I love writing them if that wasn't clear. They honestly give me such life. And Sarah is like the biggest Steggy shipper in the world. As she should be.
Next chapter: We will finally see Tony in this fic! And Tony and Sarah do know each other. But does Tony know that Sarah is Steve's daughter? What do you guys think? :)
Thanks for reading as always.