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Author's note: This is my first story on here. I'd love to hear your feedback! I was inspired by the idea of- wait, no. Spoilers! And by the way, if you've got a soft spot for Steve and Peggy, I'd suggest grabbing some chocolate and a box of tissues for this first chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter One

On a frigid, stormy day in New York City, a young man sat next to an old woman in a hospital bed, clutching her hand.

The woman had once been physically beautiful, but now her beauty had faded into deep wrinkles. Her face was worn from years of experience, which so far had taken a great toll on her body. But the young man didn't care about that. She was still his beautiful, beloved Peggy.

The young man looked to be about 25, and his large, masculine figure was hunched over the woman's bedside. If you looked hard enough, you could see beyond the surface of his brave, blue eyes and see that he was truly afraid. He was lost, a man out of time, who had no choice but to wander as he didn't have the option of going home.

But the old woman didn't care about any of that. He was still her dear Steve whom she had lost.
"You know," Peggy said, her voice hoarse. She smiled. "I don't think we ever had that dance."

Steve sadly smiled. Although they had indeed danced several times, Peggy's Alzheimer's prevented her from remembering any of them. But no matter. Steve knew Peggy was nearing the end and quickly decided that neither would mind one last dance in the least.
"I do owe my best girl a dance, and what can I say? I'm a man of my word."

Steve stood up and cautiously helped the frail woman from her bed, careful not to tangle any of her medical equipment. He turned on some old 40's slow dance music and gently caressed her as they swayed softly to the music.

After awhile, the music faded and Steve eased Peggy back into her bed.

She closed her eyes for a moment. "Oh, Steve, how I've missed you," she giggled softly. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open in alarm. She looked over at Steve and tears pooled in her eyes as she grabbed his hand tighter than before. "Steve!" she cried. "You came back!"
A single tear rolled down his cheek. "Of course. I couldn't leave my best girl. Not when she still owes me a dance."

"I've remembered something. Something important."

"What?"

She stared him in the eyes and squeezed his hand even tighter. "Don't miss the blue box, my love."

Her eyes closed and her hand fell away limply, and with that, the blip of the heart monitor came to a halt. Doctors and nurses flooded the room, and Steve was left with the excruciating desire to cry out in agony.

The following weeks passed in a blur for Steve. Peggy had always been there, and now she was gone. Before he knew it, Steve stood over her grave, side by side with the man she had made her husband. Shaking his head, tears poured off the other man's face.

"You were the hero she deserved," he told Steve between tears.
"No." Steve dimly smiled at the man and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You taught her how to love again after I left her behind. You were really the hero she deserved."

Neither man bothered to budge as rain began to fall.

Three years later, sirens outside wailed as Steve sat alone at his desk, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. This reminded him all too much of his WWII days. He was broken, and that was no state to be in on the front line of a global civil war.

Peggy would've known what to do, but she was long gone.
Bucky would've supported him, but wherever he had run off to, he was in a worse state than Steve.
Steve was kind of glad Howard wasn't around. After all, Howard's son was leading the opposing side.
He was Captain America. He was supposed to know what to do on his own. He was supposedly a living legend, a super soldier, the first Avenger, and the Sentinel of Liberty. He had always been flattered by these titles, but doubt had crept into his mind if he would ever be able to live up to his names.

The sirens eventually stopped, but then a new sound started. A wheezing, groaning sound Steve had never heard before. Steve grabbed his circular vibranium shield and followed the sound. He peeked around the corner, and standing by its lonesome in the dark hall, was a blue police box. Peggy's final words, the ones he's puzzled over for years now, replayed over and over in his mind: "Don't miss the blue box, my love."