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Three weeks after the Chitauri event, after they buried Phil, Steve finally called Peggy. He did not want to miss the opportunity to talk to her one more time; Steve did not get to say much to Phil even though he wanted to, an he figured they would have time after the Loki fiasco to sit down and share a beer.
He called her on a Tuesday around noon, knowing that it was near dinner time in England. “Hello,” came a tired and broken voice from the other end.
“Peggy?”
“Steve? Is that you? Oh my God, Steve, I saw what happened-“
Steve stopped her. “Don’t, Peggy, not right now. I want to know about you—I have 70 years of catching up to do with you. How are you?
She sighed, trying to choose her words. “It’s been a horrid week, Steve. We were told my son passed away.”
“God, Peg, I’m so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do for you? What was his name?”
“My baby boy’s name was Phillip. Phillip Coulson.”