It’s like he’s never fully had to reckon with the idea that Peggy was real until this instant. Because she didn’t remember him, and because he remembers all the months he’s spent mourning her after she’d died.

He’d been expecting it, at the time. It wasn’t surprising, and she’d gone in her sleep, but even thinking about it again was bringing a blur to Steve’s eyes and he has to blink a few times to clear his vision.

And now she was here, and it’s tragic, because while she was real, she was simultaneously fake. Just like him. If there was anything that could convince Steve that they really were clones, this is it. The nail on the coffin.

“That I wouldn’t-?” He doesn’t know what to do with that information. “Peggy, why would you-“ But he doesn’t finish his sentence. This isn’t a conversation they should have here, in public.

“Did you eat already?” If not, he’ll bring her up to his apartment and cook them both something. If she has, he’ll take her to the Avengers headquarters. He wants to show her to begin with, but also, it was safer, than his assigned housing.