The plane was silent, despite the fact that it had three people in the cabin. Three people that certainly had something to talk about. Peggy watched Steve and Bucky sit in silence for the first time in her memory. During the war they couldn't get Bucky to stop talking, telling stories about Steve as a kid, whatever trouble they got themselves into. But now the tension could be cut with a dull knife.

She stood up, "I'm going to go up front." Peggy announced. She put her hand on Bucky's shoulder. "It's nice to see you Bucky."

He nodded keeping his eyes fixed on the window of the plane. The sound of Peggy walking and the door opening then closing was crystal clear. "I'm sorry… Steve."

"Sorry?" Steve shook his head, "You don't have anything to be sorry for. This isn't your fault." The silence settled back, "What have you been doing?"

"Trying to figure everything out, keeping out of Hydra's radar, I should have come to you sooner." Bucky said quietly, "I didn't want to come when I didn't remember, but I kept seeing pictures of you and then whenever I got close something happened, or I remembered something I didn't want to-"

"It doesn't matter Buck." Steve assured, "None of it matters. I'm not letting them get to you again."

Bucky laughed like Steve didn't know what he was saying, "You don't know what I've done. It matters."

"You're still my best friend. I don't care what happened. If everyone on my team was busy being judged by the darkest chapter in their book there wouldn't be a team."

They sat back in silence for a few more minutes, "So.." Bucky changed the conversation, "When are you going to ask her to marry you?"

Steve rolled his eyes, "I guess you found your sense of humor."

Bucky shrugged with one shoulder, "Amongst other things."

Peggy sat up next to Natasha watching her fly the plane. She never learned how to fly, nor was she really interested, she was more interested in jumping out of them than flying them. "How long until we're at the mystery destination?"

"About an hour." Natasha checked her phone.

"Shouldn't there be a rule about texting and flying." Peggy teased.

Nat smirked, "It's practically on autopilot. Anyway, Clint says the party is going fine and there's no sign of Hydra or anyone else anywhere. And Thor is keeping everyone very well entertained."

"I can imagine it." Peggy relaxed back in the seat, "Where is the mystery destination?"

"It's a secret base in Colorado. Well removed from everything. It used to be some Stark retreat house, but Tony turned it into a safe house. No one knows about it except for Steve, Tony and I.. and well now you."

Peggy nodded, "No SHIELD." She didn't like how many secrets were forming between the two groups. It's not like it could be avoided since SHIELD didn't technically exist for a few years. "He seems like he's doing alright, but that seems too idealist."

"That seems to be your default." Natasha switched some switches above her, "Idealistic, or angry."

"Or asleep." Peggy crossed her leg and brushed something invisible off her pants, "So… has Steve said anything to you about… anything…"

Natasha laughed, "And you're the women they sent interrogate people?"

"I guess I might be a little rusty." Peggy sighed.

Peggy was laying on the couch reading one of the many books people were putting on her list. Currently it was Harry Potter, though it was written for children she was enjoying it. She heard Steve walking down the hall, "How is he?"

"He's fine, considering." He walked over and lifted her legs and sat under them. "I keep thinking about how surreal this is." Steve sighed, "The two people that mean more than anything to me are alive."

"And we're not fighting the Germans." Peggy put the book down and watched Steve, "You look tired."

He shrugged, "If I go to bed, I might wake up and realize this is all a dream."

Peggy sat up from lounging, "It's not a dream." She checked her phone at several texts from a concerned SHIELD Co-Director. "I've discovered that in this day and age; when you go missing for a few hours, people notice."

"Coulson?" Steve guessed.

"Yes. But not an emergency, just Coulson." She put the phone down, "Lila's party reminded me of our situation."

"Which situation?"

She sighed, "The public figure situation. I didn't know it was like that. It's hard to see that so many people remembered me."

"You'll get used to it." Steve assured, "If you get enough kids to like you, you'll have more SHIELD Agents than you'll know what to do with."

"I'm not sure I'm as popular with children as Thor." Peggy stopped to think about what he said. Somewhere inside her brain she had an idea, and she suspected wouldn't be able to sleep until she realized what it was.

Steve stood up, "I'm going to go to sleep for a bit. Will you join me?"

"In a moment." She stood up from the couch going to her bag in the corner searching for a notepad.

Steve figured 'a moment' was a bit of an understatement. "Night Peg."

"Good night Steve." She clicked her pen a few times and went straight to work.

After what felt like 10 minutes to Peggy, Steve walked back out into the living area. His hair was disheveled and he looked like he could use a few more hours of sleep. "How has your moment been?" He went to the kitchen looking for something worth eating in their limited pantry.

"I'll come to bed now, I think I've done all I can do at the moment-"

"It's been five hours Peg." Steve pulled out some eggs.

Peggy looked for a clock. Damnit, he was right. "I'm sorry, I got carried away."

"You can make it up to me by going and getting some sleep."

She picked up the sprawled out papers around her and yawned, "Sure thing, Captain."

He rolled his eyes and cracked a few eggs in a pan. It didn't take long before someone walked into the kitchen hoping for some breakfast. When he saw Bucky there everything snapped back. He didn't forget why they were there, or that Bucky was here, but he seemed better; a little less shaken. "Hungry?"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, I haven't had anything good to eat in a while."

"Well, don't get your hopes too high." Steve scraped some eggs onto a plate, getting ready to make himself some more, "It's just my cooking."

"I never spat anything out you cooked." Bucky was putting a hearty effort to try and make himself like he was. He was well aware of the sensation of Phantom Limbs. There were times he could swear he could feel with his hands, but he had no idea it could happen with his personality. If the situation was right he could slip into his old habits, but so far Steve's the only one that gets him to do it. "Is Peggy asleep?"

"I just made her go to sleep. She was working on something." Steve cracked a few more eggs in a pan. One day he was going to figure out how many eggs the Avengers went through. So far he'd only made food for himself and Bucky and they were almost out.

Bucky looked at the fork Steve had put on the plate for him for a moment before picking it up. He had to remind himself how to hold it. Had it really been that long since he'd used a fork. "I guess things haven't changed much with her." It was phrased more like a question.

"She still works like she has something to prove. I don't think that's going away any time soon." Steve looked down the hall as far as he could see, "Is Natasha asleep?"

"I think she went to bed once she was convinced I wasn't going to kill everyone in their sleep." Bucky had a glimpse of himself, "I suppose I'll have to get used to that."

"Don't take it personally, Natasha is a little skeptical of everyone."

Bucky stabbed a few curds of egg onto his fork, "I know I'd be skeptical of me. A brainwashed assassin comes out of nowhere looking for help. Sounds a bit out there."

"Not the weirdest thing I've ever seen. Talk to me when a portal opens up over New York City." Steve pointed the spatula at Bucky for emphasis. "I'm just glad you're here. I don't care why."

"That loyalty is going to get you in trouble one day Steve."

Steve shrugged, "I think we handle trouble just fine."