He slumped against the door at her words, the sweet concern in her voice, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Steve turned around slowly, unable to meet her eyes right away. When he did look up, his eyes searched her face, taking in every beloved inch like a starving man. So long. It had been so long. Even though he'd had time with a version of Peggy on the island, that had been more than two years ago, a hazy dream now that he tried not to look at too often.

It hurt too much.

Steve's voice was tight with emotion when he spoke again, forcing a slight smile, "You look younger." Did she? Maybe. Was the compliment sincere either way? Absolutely.