"And the coffee is real," she adds. And unbelievably sweet now that sugar is no longer being rationed. It's a luxury. One they're all readjusting to. Peggy settled herself firmly between her boys, Barnes on her right, Rogers to her left. She links her arm through Steve's and draws him in close to her side even as she inches in closer to James, carefully masking the way his sleeve is knotted up near the shoulder, careful to make it not immediately obvious what has happened to him until it was no longer possible.

A mask of normalcy none of them ever had.

Words cannot express how grateful she is that they're making the effort.

Actions will speak far greater when they return to their flat.