"What are we doing here, Claire?" Steve asked as we stepped out of the Taxi. I paid the fare and smiled at him, shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans sheepishly.

"You'll see."

I led him up the steps to a front door and knocked twice, waiting for an answer. It had been two weeks since I'd found out about Peggy, and asked Fury to get my some background research on her. My fact finding had led me here.

The door opened, and a girl who was a little older than me opened it. When she saw me and Steve she smiled broadly.

"Is that him?" she asked, and I nodded, ushering a very confused Steve inside. The girl motioned for us to follow her upstairs, and Steve turned to look at me.

"What are we-"

I cut him off with a shove between the shoulder blades, and he sighed, before following the girl upstairs and to the landing.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" she asked, seeing Steve's expression. I smiled and shook my head.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. Is this her room?"

The girl nodded. "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

We watched her go downstairs, and Steve turned back to look at me. "Claire, why did you bring me here?"

"I found an old friend of yours." I twisted the door handle and opened it to a small, sunlit bedroom, with an old woman sat bolt upright in bed, waiting expectantly. Her face broke into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen on a person when Steve walked in.

"Steve!" she cried, her eyes widened.

"Peggy." he whispered, his voice catching. I stood behind him patiently, waiting for him to take another step into the room. When he didn't I gave him another shove. He stumbled further into the room, right up to her bed side, before falling into a crouch.

I hovered by the door my hands clasped behind my back. Peggy raised her eyes to meet my gaze, and she gave me a brief nod of thanks. I inclined my head silently, and stepped back towards the hallway.

"I'll leave you two alone. You've got a lot to catch up on."

Steve turned to look back at me, and I could see tears shining in his eyes.

Oh god, Claire. Don't you cry. This isn't your sixty year reunion. Leave the two ex-lovers in some peace; that was the reason you brought Steve here anyway.

"Thank you, Claire." he murmured. I left before I saw the Super-Soldier start to cry. I was pretty sure neither one of us wanted that.

Just before I heard the door close behind me, however, I did manage to hear one thing that Peggy said.

"Steve, marry that girl."

I heard Steve's broken laugh, and smiled to myself, before letting the door close with a click. They had a lot to talk about.

---

I was sat at a Starbucks about twenty minutes from the Carter house when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Frequent this neighborhood?"

I turned to see Tony Stark standing there, his arms folded across his chest, the ghost of a smile on his face.

"Fury told me what you and Steve were up to, and I'm guessing he wasn't the one who found her, after all this time?" Tony took a seat opposite me, and I grinned sheepishly.

"Trust me, he'd tried. But I guess he just doesn't know how to be pushy like I do."

Tony laughed, shaking his head. "You know, for the kid who was starring at me like I was going to murder her six weeks ago, you're quite a shot."

I smiled softly. "I'll take that as a compliment, shall I Mr. Stark?"

"I think you should, Miss Reynolds." He looked past me into the street. "Looks like Super Soldier's done."

I followed his gaze out onto the street and across the road. Steve was walking in the direction of Starbucks. When he saw us, he held up a hand and waved.

"I'd better go, Capsicle threw me across the gym last night, and my guess is he doesn't want to kiss and make up just yet." Tony stood, and the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. "At least, not with me." He gave me a knowing wink before turning around and leaving, exiting the Cafe only a few moments before Steve entered.

"So soon?" I asked, checking my watch. "You were only in there an hour and forty five minutes."

He smiled, "Peggy needed some rest. Her Grand-Daughter said I could come back any time I wanted though."

"That's great, Steve." I smiled warmly up at him, getting to my feet and putting my jacket back on. He was watching me closely, and I frowned.

"What, did I get whipped cream on my face?"

"No, it's not that. It's uh... Peggy told me to give you something."

"Really, what?"

He looked around us, at the Cafe. No-one seemed to be paying us any attention, but he seemed a little bothered.

"I'd prefer to give it to you back home." He rubbed the back of his neck, and I shrugged.

"Sure, whatever. Let's go."

He let me leave first, holding the door for me. Almost as soon as we'd stepped outside, however, it began to pour with rain.

"Seriously?!" I laughed, ducking, as if that would help. Steve took off his jacket and held it above both of our heads, but if I'm honest, it was covering more of me than it was him.

"Hey, hey taxi!" I yelled, running across the street and holding out my hand to the yellow taxicab. As I approached the taxi drove off, leaving Steve and I standing in the pouring rain. I'd ducked out from underneath the jacket, and, even though I'd only been exposed for a few seconds, I was soaked through. Steve began to chuckle, putting his jacket back on.

"What?"

"You look like a drowned rat." he told me with a grin. I pushed his shoulder and snorted.

"You're not lookin' so hot yourself, Capsicle."

He laughed, "You look even better when you're annoyed." he teased, before ducking out of the way of my arm.

"Oh, that's how you want to play?" I called, chasing after him as he ran off into the park, "Bring it on, Granddad!"

I heard his laughter as I went chasing after him, and in spite of how cold and wet I was, I felt a smile stretch across my features.

---

"You two look good." Tony snorted as we walked back inside. Steve blushed, but I took a deliberate step towards the billionaire, who was looking me up and down with a smirk on his lips.

"C'mon Tony, you don't want a hug?" I held out my arms for him, and he took a weary step back.

"No thanks, I'm good." he backed off. "Why don't you hug Cap instead?"

I watched him go with a smirk, before turning back to Steve, who was standing dripping in front of me.

"We should probably get dried off." I admitted, peeling off my jacket and beginning to walk. It wasn't until we were almost at out rooms that I realized that my white blouse had gone see though, and my bra was showing clearly through it.

"Oh my god, no wonder Tony was staring at me!" I cried, and Steve looked at me, confused, before seeing what I meant. The blush was back, and as we got to our rooms, he fumbled to open the door. I watched him for a few seconds, amused.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"What did Peggy want you to give me?"

"Uh... Can I give it to you when I've had a shower?"

I smiled and shrugged, going to my own door. "Sure, but I'm getting straight out of the shower and coming to get it."

He smiled and walked inside, poking his dripping head back out. "Sure, whatever."

"I mean it, Rogers."

He laughed and closed the door.

---

I looked at myself in the steamy mirror and pulled my towel closer around my body. I'd toweled my hair so it was just damp, and dried myself off. Now it was time to get my present. My eyes crinkled at the corners as I thought of Steve's reaction to my nakedness, and I almost laughed.

Stepping out into the corridor, I checked so see that the coast was clear, before jogging across the corridor to Steve's door. I knocked twice and waited for an answer, and, hearing none, I pushed it open.

Now the door was open I could hear the sounds of running water, meaning Steve was still in the shower. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

"Steve?" I called, wandering around the room and stopping in the center. "I'm here!"

The running water stopped, and I heard Steve's voice. "Okay, wait a second."

I let my eyes wander around the room, looking at the decorations and smiling gently. I barely hear the door to the en suite open, but I heard Steve's voice loud and clear.

"So, Claire I-"

He froze, and I turned to look at him. The reaction had been exactly what I'd wanted - Shock, confusion, embarrassment, and yep, definite attraction. Oh ,poor Steve. He fumbled around and blushed, keeping a tighter hold on the towel around his waist.

"Something wrong, Steve?" I asked innocently.

"I uh..."

"Can I have it now?"

"Have-?"

"Peggy wanted you to give me something." I reminded him. He obviously didn't know where to look, and instead chose a patch of carpet about a foot away from me.

"Yes uh..." I waited for him patiently as he stumbled across to me. "Peggy told me there was something I should give you. Not from her... From, from me." He finally raised his eyes to look at me. We were about six inches from each other, and I could hear his breathing.

"And?"

"And I uh..." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, before launching himself forward and catching hold of my face with both hands, pulling my lips up to his. With his hands on my face, I didn't want to imagine what had happened to his towel.

His lips fumbled clumsily for mine, and when they connected our teeth clashed painfully. I winched and he tried to pull back, but I caught hold of his face and pulled him back down, leading the kiss far more softly. His arms wound around my waist, pulling me in closer, so our chests were touching. We both sank into the kiss, forgetting about anything and everything else.