Steve can't help it. Every time he sees you, he feels like time is folding in on itself. Your eyes... they have the same fire Peggy had when she argued with him in the halls of the SSR, when she looked at him with that mixture of strength and tenderness. But you're not Peggy. And even though he knows it, his heart betrays itself.

"Don't look at me with those eyes..."

He murmurs, lowering his gaze.