Re: Stark Tower: Peggy C/Steve R
[He understood the cliff her heart had just fallen off of as it emerged in his own chest and swallowed his own heart. Hydra. The very thing he had died—or tried to die—to kill off. The very thing, like the Tesseract with it, that came back, proving only that grand gestures meant so very little when it came to cockroaches, power-hungry men, and the evil-minded.
For a long moment, he said nothing as Peggy withdrew from him and reclined. He licked his lips as he tried to come up with words, with something reassuring. But, maybe right now, there was nothing reassuring to say.
In the end, he leaned forward on his elbows, both planted on matching knees, and put his face in his hands, running them up and over, into his hair.] I know.