AN: Thought I'd try another one! It is kind of hard to follow the footsteps of Moments, but I hope I did all right.

Disclaimer: I don't own Captain America.

He really didn't want to be here. He really didn't want to do this. In fact, it had taken him the entire time since he found out to convince himself to do it. He honestly wasn't sure why he was doing this. Bucky would say he was a glutton for punishment. Steve disagreed – he needed to do this, whether he wanted to or not.

He couldn't put it off any longer. He gathered up what strength and courage he could and got out of the car.

"Take your time sir." Steve waved his hand at the driver half-heartedly. He knew he was walking slowly, but he didn't care. He didn't want to reach his destination. He prayed for something to distract him – he'd even take being needed to fight some bad guys over this.

He'd dubbed his destination "the place" because he couldn't say what it actually was out loud. He couldn't even think it. He could see "the place" from where he was and knew he'd reach it soon.

He paused with this realization, unable to breathe normally. Steve berated himself, what was wrong with him? He'd done the impossible! He'd grown from "a ninety-pound asthmatic" to Captain-freaking-America! He'd survived seventy years in the ice! He'd, he'd, he'd… Steve's internal rant died off and he stopped mid-pace, now breathing heavily.

He'd do this; He'd do this because it needed to be done. He turned and walked to "the place."

Margaret "Peggy" Carter

1918 – 2006

Beloved Aunt, Sister, and Friend

"She never gave up"

He knew she was gone, but seeing the words, the proof, the grave – cemented the knowledge in his heart. He sighed deeply as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Peggy." Steve's voice broke, "I loved, no, I love you. I never wanted this to happen. I wanted that future. I wanted to dance. I wanted -" Steve couldn't go on.

Hours passed. Steve cried until all his tears dried up. He just sat there, on his knees with his head bowed.

Night fell, Steve was still there. Occasionally he would say something; most of the time it was an apology, other times it was an expression of love, all of it mumbled incoherently.

It wasn't until dawn that Steve finally stood up. "I don't know if I'll be back, Peggy. I might, but if I don't… I love you. I'll love you forever."

Steve gazed at the headstone for a moment and walked away. When he arrived at the car he realized that the driver and car had been relieved sometime in the night. He got in. "You going to be all right sir?"

He thought about the grave and what he had learned about Peggy's life. She never married, but stayed an agent and saw a lot of adventure. She had raised her niece. He knew she had been happy, she had lived. He smiled and grunted, "Yeah David, I think I will. I think I will."

David responded with a small smile, a "yes sir," and drove off. Steve stared out the window, "good-bye Peggy. Thanks for everything."

He turned to the front and stared ahead of him. He had an entire future ahead of him. He could be excited about it, especially now that he had closure. And if he were honest with himself,

He couldn't wait.

AN: Comic book Steve was born on July 4th, 1917, meaning he was twenty-five in 1942. I made Peggy a year younger than him.

Constructive criticism appreciated!