He hardly needed to answer her for Peggy to know it was Steve. From his shoulders and the blue of his eyes to the careful way he looked her over, as though trying to figure her out without having to ask.

That he had to think about who he was talking to had her pause a moment. She wasn't sure what she expected; heartfelt reunions weren't the way she went about things, but there was a part of her that very much wanted to close the distance between them and simply kiss him.

"I don't know what to say," she admitted and finally looked away, unable to take that inquisitive gaze any longer. Either he was her Steve Rogers or he wasn't, and it seemed he was leaning toward the latter. She felt ridiculous. "Do you remember me?"