[For a moment, just a second, or maybe an eternity, Peggy feels like she can't breathe. She's frozen on a hitched breath, her lips parted as she stares at the face in her tablet, that face she knows so well - without a beard - staring right back at her.
The next moment, she's reaching out, her fingers brushing down the angles of his face, wishing she could touch him and not this screen. A shiver wrack through her body at the way he says her name.]
Steve... [Her voice is barely above a whisper, if only because she doesn't quite believe that this is real. That he is real. That they'd both be in the same place, at the same time, again. Something about him is different, his eyes looking older than she remembers them.]
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The next moment, she's reaching out, her fingers brushing down the angles of his face, wishing she could touch him and not this screen. A shiver wrack through her body at the way he says her name.]
Steve... [Her voice is barely above a whisper, if only because she doesn't quite believe that this is real. That he is real. That they'd both be in the same place, at the same time, again. Something about him is different, his eyes looking older than she remembers them.]
Oh, Steve, is it really you?