Peggy snuggled into Steve’s side deeply, putting her hand on his chest next to the baby. He always fitted into her side just the right way and she loved that he wanted her close like this, especially at night. She’d spent six months wishing she’d been braver, had trusted him more and it still felt like she was trying to make up for the time she’d lost with him in the ice. She noticed the baby look at her at the name and frowned as Steve repeated it and the baby turned again. Wait. “It can’t be. That’s a coincidence…” she looked between Steve and the baby, studying their eyes. Her own widened as she saw the same patterns in the irises, the matching shade of blue. “Oh….” She whispered and then waited a second before she looked at the baby directly and said, “Steve.” The little one turned his head at her and squealed in confusion as if to say ’Yeah, what do you want?’ Peggy’s eyes widened. “You have the same name as the baby.” She thought. “Your eyes are the same. He’s strong…” she gestured to her cheek. “This is impossible.”