The smell of dinner overwhelms her as soon as she opens the front door. It's something that happens to her basically every single night, unless she has to stay at the office after her shift. Leading SHIELD has its pros and cons; among the latter there are certainly those nights spent working, instead of going back home for dinner. Since Steve has returned, with his bundle of adventures and the weight of the world on his shoulders, Peggy has to make sure he's still there from time to time. Because she still doesn't trust these time travels and is very afraid of losing what she has finally found. But she is pretty sure that, that night, the Captain is in the house that they now share: she hears him humming from the hall; it's not the first time that this has happened, yet Peggy still can't get used to this kind of everyday life, it still feels like a dream to her. This is a gift that life has given her. She had given up hoping for the soldier's return, especially after Howard's research continued to lead nowhere. And then, all of a sudden, he's there in front of her, on the porch of her house, with that very delicate and mischievous smile of his. Her reaction was quite strong, predictable if you think about the English attitude and the type of work she does but, in short, she continues to justify herself by saying that she believed he was an impostor, someone who tried to rip her off and play with his feelings, and that pointing a gun to his head was the least she could do!
"Mmmh, what is the chef cooking this evening?" it's Monday, she already knows the answer.
“Irish stew, just like Ma used to make it,” they both say the same thing at the same time. He to answer the question, she to make fun of him because he gives always the same answer.
She remembers the first time Steve cooked her lamb stew, telling her what kind of a luxury for him and his mother it was to buy that type of meat, thus making the stew dinner almost a biblical event. And Peggy smiles at that memory, then wrinkles her nose at the blonde as soon as he protests with a 'hey !!!' her teasing.
She moves away from the door frame, on which she had leaned shortly before, with the intention of enjoying that view: broad and muscular shoulders, finally relaxed; a tea towel hanging from one of them. Steve's head moving rhytmically to the melody he's whistling. It's a kind of vision she never thought she could witness. There is nothing heroic or particular about that moment, it's just a man who cooks, but they both know that this is the much desired everyday life they talked about during the war. That kind of everyday life that she never thought she could live with him after all the events that took place four years earlier; that kind of everyday life that he couldn't wait to live as soon as he discovered the effectiveness of time travel.
Peggy embraces Steve's figure. A kiss is left on his shoulder and suddenly her brown eyes rest on that spot, hoping her lipstick hasn't left any marks. And she smiles pleased, when she sees that the blond's shirt is immaculate.
"I bought some Guinness on my way back" she bought it for him, actually. Because she is not really into beers with such strong flavour. "I'm going to change my clothes and then come back" she taps his arm, and then walks upstairs. Or at least that was s the idea. Another 'hey' draws her attention, followed by a hand that is extended in her direction. Peggy takes it, squeezes it and then finds herself being pulled to Steve's body. Their lips joined in a gentle kiss.
"Welcome home, Director".