Peggy reached over swiftly and scooped up the baby from his arms like a pro, “Come with me, Rogers.” She stood up and led him into the baby’s room, decorated with toys, far too many bears to count and a perfect crib. “You see all this here?” she whispered and set the sleeping baby down in his crib. “That’s what the world saw in you, right? The flash, the costume, the act. It might look nice, it might make the world easier to live with but you and I both know there’s only one thing in this room that matters.” She clutched Steve’s hand and looked into the crib. “You think the only way to be good is to wear the outside, but you end up forgetting the most important part. What’s inside of you.” She poked a finger on his chest, where the star would adorn him. “You aren’t your costume. You’re like him,” she glanced at the baby for a moment before turning back, “You might pack a punch but people, even you, forget how vulnerable you are. But that’s okay.” She smiled, “Vulnerable isn’t a bad thing. Maybe if you embrace it, it could make the world a little less harsh.”