Comfort
Imagine Peggy sleeping in one of Steve's shirts when he's away on a mission. - Anonymous
Steve would not be back from Bulgaria until late Friday, making their bed very cold and lonely for Peggy who had stayed behind to run S.H.I.E.L.D.
Unfortunately, Peggy had gotten too use to sleeping in Steve’s arms and now found that sleeping alone was virtually impossible.
She knew that Steve was smart, he would come back Friday night, just like he promised, but until then, Peggy would be alone in their bed with very little hope of getting a good night’s sleep.
After tossing and turning for hours without getting comfortable, Peggy untangled herself from the blankets at one o’clock in the morning, and made her way across the darkened bedroom to their shared closet.
Using the moonlight that streamed in through the windows as her light, Peggy riffled through their closet until she found what she was looking for.
A large white t-shirt, that distinctly smelled of after shave and soap. Changing out of her night gown, Peggy slipped the garment over her head and climbed back into bed.
It was almost as if Steve was holding her in his arms, even if he wasn’t there, the smell of him filling her nose and lulling Peggy off to sleep.