Peggy hugged him tightly, putting her chin on his shoulder. He felt so strong and bulky under her hold that she could so easily forget how much he was vulnerable. "It's okay to be angry at me and him. We both deserve it, though more him than me..."
It seemed to come up every now and then. Peggy flitted between being proud of her war wounds and wanting to cover them up. She supposed it was to do with getting older now, knowing that he'd far out-live her and move on. She wanted to halt it all and have his lifetime, not just hers. All of them together, happy and healthy.
"I know, I know you don't. I'm just... not getting any younger, am I? It'll all be over soon. Perhaps even sooner than we expect if Loki keeps this up, or if something happens here. The future can be re-written."