New York City was alive and buzzing in the wee hours of the night as taxi cabs constantly honked up and down the streets and people walked to their various destinations.
Using forged IDs and cash provided by Sharon’s only friend at Deputy Task Force, a man named Baker, she, Steve, and Sam were able to get themselves two rooms in a simple boutique within Downtown New York City.
The day had been long and hectic, as expected, and Sharon Carter should’ve been asleep. Instead, she lied awake in bed gazing at the ceiling, the presence of the vacant space beside her growing stronger.
When she couldn’t take it anymore she sat up, throwing on a robe over her pajamas as she slid across the hotel room to find Steve Rogers in the bathroom staring at himself in the mirror.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
His lips quirked into a slight smile. “I wish I could say yes, but I can’t.”
She leaned against the doorway, gazing at him thoughtfully. “You should get some sleep. Maybe you’ll feel better.”
He sighed. “I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. There’s just…too much stuff on my mind.”
She looked down, noticing that his right hand was clenched. She approached him, gently took his right hand, and peeled back his fingers, thus revealing the picture of her grandaunt, Peggy Carter.
“May I?” she asked.
He nodded, handing her the memento. She took it, gazing at the beautiful woman who was Peggy Carter forever captured in this black and white photo. Her smile was kind but there was a strength in her gaze. There was no doubt that she wasn’t a simple 1940s’ housewife. She was a leader. She could command soldiers with her gaze. Sharon wished she could be like her.
“She was beautiful,” Sharon said.
Steve smiled sadly. “Yes, she was.”
She gave him back the memento, holding his hands in hers. “You still love her don’t you?”
He gazed at her for a second before admitting, “Yes.”
“I know,” Sharon replied with a sad smile. “I know that no matter how hard I try I could never fill that void that she has left within you.” She placed her hand over his heart. “She has your heart and I have no right to try to change that.”
He stroked her dark brown hair. “I’m not trying to hurt you because I do care about you and I always will.”
She shook her head. “It’s okay. It’s not like we’re married or anything. We’re just dating. Everyone has to figure out they want in life. This doesn’t change the fact that we’re friends.”
His hand rested on the back of her head. “We’ll always be friends.”
She looked into his eyes, glanced down at his lips, and found herself instinctively leaning forward to kiss him. And then there was a knock at the door. She smiled sheepishly at Steve.
“Thought I’d get one last kiss before we officially break up.”
Steve smiled. “Maybe some other time.”
He walked past her to go to the door where he found Sam Wilson with a serious expression.
“Steve, we’ve got a problem.”
Header Photo Courtesy: Marvel Studios