Peggy eyed the jacket for a few moments, wondering if it belonged to a sinner who had left or if it was made from something else entirely. Probably best not to think about it too much.

"Goodness, I haven't worn a leather jacket in ages. Years, in fact. I'll try it on and see if it fits first."

She took the jacket from Steve and slipped it on. Everything fit at the arms and it sat against her waist just fine. Peggy was even able to zip it up if she wanted to.

"What do you think?"