Office Hours, Saturday

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Anyone looking for Steve would find a sign on his door redirecting them to the art classroom, where he'd pinned up some of the pieces the students had done so far, so their guests could see their work. Tony's blobs of color work was even represented, even if his lack of artistic skill did give Steve almost physical pain. How could someone who was so good at drafting a design be so bad at drawing a straight line?

Steve was at his desk with a box of pastries from J,GoB and a fresh pot of coffee, ready to greet anyone who stopped in, and hoping his own guest would stop lurking about the island generally being Buckyesque and stop by at some point, too.

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Peggy shook her head fiercely, as if she needed some outward denial just to root herself. She brought her chin up. "I can't do that," she said, "You wouldn't have left a man down, either."

The line of her shoulders faltered just a little from its previous straight position, though, as something dawned on her. "Is this-- really what you wanted?"

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"Is this what I wanted?" Steve repeated, disbelieving. "Why would I have wanted this? I was gone sixty years, I came back and everything's different, everyone I knew," except Nick and Dum Dum, "was old or dead, the whole world's crazy. Of course I didn't want this. But I think it was what was always supposed to happen."

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"For me," Peggy said, shutting her eyes. "For us. Is this what you wanted--?"

She opened them again, coming to some kind of decision. "Never mind," she said crisply, regaining her composure. "That was all, Captain Rogers."

She had no idea what to do with any of this information. Not right here, and not right now.

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Oh. That. "No, Peggy," Steve said, his broad shoulders slumping a little. "This sure as hell wasn't what I wanted for us." He sighed. "I'm sorry."

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...and now he was crumpling a little, and Peggy was stepping forward. A little.

It was one rollercoaster of a conversation, wasn't it?

"Well," she said, clinging to her composure. A small smile slipped through, a compromise between the two extremes her mood had been reaching for since she'd first seen him. "You should be. You promised me a dance and tried to get out of it."

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"Well," Steve said, regaining his composure. "You know I would never leave a lady hanging like that if I could help it." Especially not her.

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Peggy offered him a hand. She felt... ridiculous? Very silly, in some way. She didn't show it. "But seeing that I'm alive--" And not old, but she couldn't even think about that, "--and so are you, you should make up for it."

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"I should," Steve agreed, reaching out to take her hand. "May I have this dance?"

Never mind that there wasn't any music. That was a minor detail.

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Peggy smiled a little bigger this time. "I suppose you may," she said.

The music didn't matter.