After making his apologies, Steve jogged out of the camp to the motorcycle parked a little ways off. The same motorcycle he had been meaning to return since he first stole it. He rode it toward a park where he was fairly certain Peggy was waiting for him.
As he approached, butterflies began to stir in his stomach. He had confessed to her corpse that he loved her. And he still did love her but...was there a chance that she'd heard? She had come back! Maybe she had been listening the entire time.
Or maybe he was being stupid.
"Peggy?" he called out. The threes were sparse but close enough that she could be sitting at an awkward angle that hid her from his view. "Peggy?"