She slides her fingers over his wrist, and Steve doesn't hesitate, no matter the fact that his feelings probably needs one hell of a lot of sorting out. He shifts his hand, curls his fingers over hers and squeezes, and he feels like he could stay in this moment forever -- something this simple and poignant, something this bittersweet is something he wants to remember when he returns back to New York.

He frowns when he hears that Howard's manipulated her for it; what had happened to the man, had he really wanted his blood so badly? There are so many questions to ask; he knows how Howard's career had been up until his death -- and he still can't think of him without a twinge of guilt. Perhaps they're just not all perfect, after all. That she still cares so much about him makes a lump rise in his throat, and Steve exhales, his eyes soft when he looks at her.

"You've done so much for me." He murmurs quietly. "I could never thank you enough, Peggy. Now come on, we have a lab to destroy." He starts off towards where the lab is together with her, and decides to take the axe along as well -- who knows, it could come in handy.