She puts the photograph back into the folder and sees that his eyes don't track it; he is still looking at her with his head angled to the side.
"Twenty years ago, you were probably beautiful," he says.
SORRY STILL WEEPING OVER THIS. Nostalgia in the spy field, this is how it looks like. God and just that...resentment, their point of connection being the only truly good man either of them will ever risk knowing again.
it's a long, long time before Peggy can manage any words at all, and she never manages to say Steve's name.
This idea that over the years, Howard Stark is the person she calls when she needs a single, brief moment of understanding is just...I just want to live in that little thought for awhile. Just, like a good, long while.
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"Twenty years ago, you were probably beautiful," he says.
SORRY STILL WEEPING OVER THIS. Nostalgia in the spy field, this is how it looks like. God and just that...resentment, their point of connection being the only truly good man either of them will ever risk knowing again.
it's a long, long time before Peggy can manage any words at all, and she never manages to say Steve's name.
This idea that over the years, Howard Stark is the person she calls when she needs a single, brief moment of understanding is just...I just want to live in that little thought for awhile. Just, like a good, long while.