She noticed him as soon as she arrived, not because she was angled toward that entryway, or because he said anything to draw attention, but there seemed to be an odd hush in the commissary, a lowering of volume, a tingle in her spine. Three days since she'd been...restored...Four since their last encounter, and a part of her hadn't been sure that encounter had even been real.

Speaking her mind had never been the hard choice for her, but this wasn't entirely a matter of the mind.

A lot of it had to do with her heart.

Peggy glanced over her shoulder and spotted him in an instant. Today she would talk to him.

Today she would...

She truly didn't know, and that was the trouble.

If she were a coward, she could stay here, blending in with everyone else, head bent over her meal and pretend she'd never seen him, but she had never been a coward before and she wasn't going to start now. Peggy tossed the remains of her meal, carefully avoiding looking at Steve in the process. She had no idea why he was here, or what he was looking for, and yes, a part of her was still terribly uncertain over what exactly to say.