steve and peggy makes me really sad down to my fucking toes, just about as sad as i get whenever i think about steve and bucky. it’s like, this girl loved somebody who at first glance she knew she’s gonna lose to the war. it’s not like she knew steve was going to die, it’s because she knew, from that moment steve jumped on that grenade, that steve was willing to sacrifice. the thing is her trust in steve is so complete that she knows that if there’s one man she’s willing to love despite knowing she’s going to lose him, it’s steve. so she loves him greatly, through whizzing bullets and blankets of dark smoke, within enemy lines and beyond it.

it’s physically painful for me to imagine peggy sitting in a room the day after steve was lost and just not knowing how to feel and how to grasp onto the reality that the man she loved was truly dead. it’s like anticipating something dark and sinister and hurtful for the longest of time and having it present itself to you, finally.

but peggy, good lord, peggy is peggy and she goes on in times where any other person could not.

oh peggy. ; n ;