It's five o'clock everywhere [Rogers]
Most people didn't notice. Time folded in on itself and with the exception of the very strong willed and the time travelers, it just felt like it had always been that way. The dance hall was filled with soldiers in their sharp brown dress uniforms, women dressed to the nines at the height of mid 1940s fashion, and a band blaring a swinging rendition of Sia's Titanium.
THE WAR OF THE ROSES HAS ENDED, proclaimed a banner. The light was golden with old fashioned bulbs. There were sharp red banners hanging from the walls representing the Tudor victory. And Peggy Carter was there, she always spotted Steve first, with her hand reaching for them. He owed her a dance, after all. He always owed her a dance.
It wasn't precisely like the vision. The darker details of men bleeding out or fighting didn't exist at all. But somehow Scarlet Witch's vision she'd activated in Captain Rogers had come damn close to the real thing.
"We can go home after this," Carter said after she pulled her man in. (Carter always got her man.) "The war is over."
On the other side of the dance hall was someone who didn't belong. Her dress was 10 years ahead of fashion, a sort of shimmering cream color that helped her blend in if it were for the golden leaf details. She was looking for someone named Bucky.
Peggy curled in close to Steve, letting him take the lead. "Love this song. I have it on my iPod."