A/N: It's been a while since I saw Captain America or the Avengers, so sorry if I get any facts wrong. If I do, just pretend that this is AU.

Peggy Carter knelt in front of the small tombstone, and carefully placed a bouquet of flowers in front of it. She let out a shaky breath, trying to deal with the fact that he was dead.

Though she had only known him a short while, he had really made an impression on her. He was different than most men she knew, like he saw her as a person, not just some girl trying to make her way in a man's field. He was smart, caring, nice, but gone.

She tried to think of the few happy times she had with him, and tried not to cry. She had shed a few tears when the transmission ended, but luckily no one saw. She didn't like crying in front of people.

She was lucky that no one else was there.

Tears rolled freely down her face as her mind filled with 'what if's. What if he hadn't died? Would they have gone dancing? Would the crush she had on him have turned into something more? How would things have turned out then?

"I-I miss you, Steve," she whispered, breaking the still silence that hung over the cemetery, "I miss you quite a lot."

Without another word, she silently stood and walked away, one sad thought remaining in her mind.

She never would get her dance.

Steve Rodgers was heartbroken. The Chitauri invasion was over and done with, Thor and Loki were back in their realm, and things had settled back to normal in New York. He had been adapting to modern life pretty well, and he didn't really mind being in the twenty first century that much, until one thought hit him. Peggy.

Upon wondering where she was, he had rushed to Tony and Pepper and asked for their help in finding her. He wanted to see her again, even though things would never be like back then he wanted to know where she was.

He got his answer.

He stood in front of the simple grave, indistinguishable from the rest, save for the tombstone that simply read Peggy Carter.

Steve didn't want to believe it, he wanted to think that this was some other Peggy, and that Peggy, his Peggy, was still somewhere out there, waiting for him to arrive at her doorstep. But he knew.

He didn't care about holding back his emotions, despite the fact he knew Tony and Pepper were parked just outside the cemetery, and probably had a good view of him. He didn't care if anyone saw him, the strong, world-saving, super-solider, cry.

He had only known her for a short while, but he had fallen for her, and hard. He knew she had returned the feelings, maybe not as strong as his just yet, but the way the only kiss they had shared had felt confirmed it.

He placed a single rose he had bought on the grave, and whispered the four words he wished he had a chance to tell her seventy years ago.
"I love you, Peggy."

He turned and walked away, one solitary thought heavy on his mind.

He never would get his dance.