"I know, I know..." she said softly, looking down at her hands now in her lap, trying to figure out her memories, her own thoughts and what Loki might have planted in her head. "But all I can see when I close my eyes, it's not that wretched nightmare, at least not all the time... it's how he looked at me. Because it was the same way you looked at me in the hospital after Dean called you there."
Peggy couldn't equate the versions of Loki in her mind, but knew they were both real. She hadn't been fed anything. "I wish I could show you. Those nightmares he made me see, god, Steve..." she swallowed, "I know he's not a good man, I know he's ruined so much of us and so many people. But I can't deny that he's helped me here, even if it's just this once, for whatever reason."