She hadn't had much sleep and spent most nights holding Steve's hand, trying to convince herself things were going to be okay when she knew things were just beginning to change. Peggy felt nauseated most of the time and all of her hard-fought confidence felt blown to smithereens. What wouldn't she give for the life of a week, two weeks ago back, before she felt hurt and broken and un-needed. Ever since he had begged for forgiveness and she could see the contrition, it was like walking around in a haze of anaethetised pain. Dull but comprehensible.
She clung to Steve most nights and kept herself busy most days as she tried to figure out what they were now. Did they even have a family now? Back in the war, she had been scared but she knew what she was doing and she was in control - this was just chaos to the extreme and Peg was terrified. After a few hours of silent cuddling with Steve, they had both fallen asleep somehow.
The next thing she knew, someone was holding her hand and crying and her brain was foggy. At first she thought it was Steve but she opened her reddened eyes and saw Bucky on his knees. "Bucky? What are you doing?" she mumbled quietly, letting him hold her hand for the moment even though she'd had nightmares about what his hands had been doing.