Peggy, for her part, was blind to any admiration from the Asgardian. Perhaps she was too wrapped up in the drama of Steve and his romantic entanglements to notice much of anything clearly for herself. Perhaps she couldn't even fathom herself being a contender of interest for yet another big muscular blond.
Thor's mention of her funeral, however, shook her out of her reverie. Peggy snapped back to attention. "My what?"
That was something that Steve never talked about at length. Logic told her that in the unaltered timeline, as things were, she had somehow managed to move on with her life after he went into the ice. She continued working towards a brighter, freer tomorrow, inspired by the great imprint left by a star-spangled shield of red, white, and blue. Which meant founding SHIELD in hopes of protecting the world from future threats. No matter what happened to Johann Schmidt and the Tesseract, she never fully believed that would be the end of it. By the time Steve's body was found, recovered, and dethawed, it stood to reason that if she were still alive, she would have been very old. Eventually, she must have died.
Still, it was a strange thing indeed to hear about one's own demise, however it came about. It was difficult to imagine that she could have lived to a ripe old age, fighting in the thick of things as she always strove to it. Yet perhaps that had been her reward of a life well lived.
"No, it didn't help," she said, "But it was honest. I tend to value honesty, whenever possible, above all else." She paused, not sure if she wanted to know, but it was rare opportunity to understand a different perspective of her standing in the lives of certain people. "When did you sense it? What do you know of what happened?"