It was more than uncomfortable. It was a new kind of hell. How could Steve be with two of the most important people in his life and still suddenly feel so all alone? He wondered briefly as he watched a family of four enter through the diner door in front of them if it might have been better if they hadn't found him.

Except, of course he knew actually voicing a thought like that would get him a slap if not something more. He was feeling sorry for himself when he had survived the war with most of the men he'd fought with, save the Howling Commandos, didn't. Bucky was alive, if not completely whole, and Peggy... Peggy was getting that look in her eye that said she might start firing bullets if someone didn't pull themselves together.

It wouldn't be the first time he swallowed down his pride and it wouldn't be the last. But he could do it for their sakes. He reached for the door handle and pushed it open with a creak. He stepped out and looked at Peggy over the hood of the car.

"Bacon isn't still being rationed, is it?"

It didn't quite come out as smooth as he would've wanted it, but maybe it would break up some of the tenseness.