[He already knows it's not the same, but only in that Peggy and Steve never acted on what they might have felt. It's knowledge he's had for quite some time, unfairly gained, one might argue, during a time when he'd been acting for a different purpose and far more cruel intentions. But while the thought might seemingly work in her favor, that Peggy could keep her emotions in check, that she could behave and act and live as if that American had never touched her heart—
He knows better. How many times must she have been hurt, and how deep must her regrets run, for the shadow to have spoken of them aloud, after all?
And indeed, perhaps the shadow's words linger on Peggy's mind as well; perceptions might not be what one would expect Peggy to fear, but it's there all the same. And why wouldn't they be? Steve Rogers, Captain America, had no doubt been idolized for all he did and sacrificed. In an era like the one Peggy comes from, where a woman is seen not for her own quality but rather that of her man, she likely suffered endless headaches for it.
But secrecy is something he can manage, if that is part of her terms. He means to tell her as much—but ah, then comes the moment when Peggy discovers his little addition to the brew.]
I wonder how many barracks you would've had to scrub if your Major caught you pulling that face. [Vile! Honestly. Rip takes another drink of his own, by all appearances quite enjoying the flavor.] The honey is meant to help right along with the lemon and the ginger. And for someone who enjoys a pastry as much as you do, I can't help but wonder why you're so against having a touch of something sweet in your tea.
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He knows better. How many times must she have been hurt, and how deep must her regrets run, for the shadow to have spoken of them aloud, after all?
And indeed, perhaps the shadow's words linger on Peggy's mind as well; perceptions might not be what one would expect Peggy to fear, but it's there all the same. And why wouldn't they be? Steve Rogers, Captain America, had no doubt been idolized for all he did and sacrificed. In an era like the one Peggy comes from, where a woman is seen not for her own quality but rather that of her man, she likely suffered endless headaches for it.
But secrecy is something he can manage, if that is part of her terms. He means to tell her as much—but ah, then comes the moment when Peggy discovers his little addition to the brew.]
I wonder how many barracks you would've had to scrub if your Major caught you pulling that face. [Vile! Honestly. Rip takes another drink of his own, by all appearances quite enjoying the flavor.] The honey is meant to help right along with the lemon and the ginger. And for someone who enjoys a pastry as much as you do, I can't help but wonder why you're so against having a touch of something sweet in your tea.