He'd known where she was and what she was doing, how could he not? Steve had always watched Peggy, especially when she oblivious to it. He'd built up fantasies in his head all those years ago where she was always the hero, strong and commanding and more impressive than anything. And she'd had a family too. With him. They'd even fought side-by-side sometimes, although the idea of being rescued usually won out over being partners. They were fantasies after all, he could pretend all those impossible things in his head.

Steve looked up with a smile and held out a leather-like jacket, and he had no intentions of trying to find out what kind of leather, which would probably fit her quite well. You never knew what the boxes might have! "This. Why don't you try it on? If it fits, I'll get it washed and bring it over. I think you'd look good in it." Actually, he thought she'd look like a greaser in it, which might have been one of those fantasies . . .