Ghosts That We Knew

"You know, I still don't know how to dance."

My eyes flickered to the radar in front of me, tracking the movement of his plane, wishing he was here with me. Pretending I was with him. And maybe, if I closed my eyes, I would be. But the worst part was knowing. Knowing that I could go back, knowing that I could save him, and knowing that... I wouldn't. That I couldn't ever do that. Because this stupid wonderful boy from Brooklyn was ending the war of all wars. And I couldn't take that away.

"... I'll show you how. Just... Just be there."

I let my tears fall, the emotions fill my voice. I couldn't hold myself together any longer. Steve answered quickly, his voice shaking, but firm. Putting on a brave face.

"We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to step on your-"

The radio burst into static, and my heart stopped, dropping into my stomach.

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In which Peggy Carter is actually Margo Carter from 2011, companion to a madman with a blue box, and how she found Steve again.