Listen. This scene. This messed me up. It isn’t just a party. He hears bombs in the music. He sees the wounded in winestains. He’s got PTSD, and he does his damnedest to hide it. Even from himself, but it still creeps in.
And then there’s Peggy. Everything he hoped for. A promise of a future. Of love. Of a life. ‘We can go home. Imagine it…’
But he turns around, and the hall is empty. Even in his dreams, he can’t imagine it. Everyone that got to go home, is gone. And he’s been left behind. There will never be a going home party for Steve Rogers. He knows it, and it hurts like hell.
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