Peggy just listened to him talk, her eyes drawn to the television playing those scenes she knew too well. She’d lived them alongside him but there was no way a woman like her could ever realise the pressure he was under as a symbol of patriotic hope for all of the nation. It hardly seemed fair to put that much pressure on a man who had barely just become one after a lifetime hard fought for good health. But then Peggy saw the dirty uniform and knew what had to be done. If the legend wouldn’t die, they had to kill it. “Love,” she turned to him, “I think it’s time to say goodbye to Captain America.” She kissed him softly. “He’s gone now, he’s not you because you’re here but he’s draining the life from you in front of my eyes and I can’t watch it happen anymore. We’re going to take it all and put it back in that box and bury him. Captain America needs to be put to sleep now, my love, so Steve can live his life.”