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When Steve comes back from Switzerland with the mission a success but tells her that Bucky's gone, he's... he's gone, Peggy, and he's never coming back, she feels the bottom drop out of her stomach and she's falling, falling like Bucky fell.
When Steve tells her he has to ditch the plane but promises her that dance--next Saturday, 8pm at the Stork Club--and the radio cuts into static, she can't move, can't do anything but repeat his name over and over in a soft pleading tone (answer me, please, Steve).
She grieves alone for Steve, for Bucky, for herself and lights a candle in the window on a black out night.
She does the only thing she knows how to do: she carries on.