December 23, the eve of Christmas Eve
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The last ornament settled with a soft clink, and Steve Rogers stepped back to take it all in. The apartment glowed warmly—incandescent lights wound through the Christmas tree, their colors muted and gentle, —
— her smile, her steady strength, the way this future had once seemed impossible. He hadn’t saved the world this time. He’d simply stayed.
The record played on, Sinatra’s words echoing through the small room. The candles burned low. And as the lights blinked softly in the dim —
@StarkCEOPepper Rogers couldn’t help but smile at the mention of their daughter. “It seems he has met his match.”, he replied, the grin remaining.
“Oh me...I’ve been more active with the Army these days...trying to help where I can.”