This could be very bad. The instant Steve hugs her, Peggy isn't sure that she's going to be able to let go, but at the same time, she's going to take advantage of it. With the sandals, she has none of the additional height her shoes had given her, so when she curls in and slides both hands under the shield to hold onto him, she can turn her cheek in order to take a deep breath, the smell of him as real as the feel of him, which is something she still can't believe.

"You went down on the Valkyrie, I kept pleading, I kept thinking maybe he's going to come back, maybe it will all be fine, but I went to the Stork Club," she admits, her lips brushing his neck as she pulls back, though she doesn't let go of him. "You weren't there," she points out the obvious, the words hollow and heavy.

"Where on earth did you manage to get proper clothes?" she asks, trying to keep herself from utterly breaking down. "This toga is ridiculous."