[ then we lose.

the words catch in her throat. she can't say them; they won't come out. it's one cynical leap too far. sod the odds; sod the obstacles. overcoming both is how steve rogers has staked his claim on history, and peggy can't imagine that'll change anytime soon. her fingers tighten around his; her expression softens. ]

I've got faith. [ she's always had faith. ] Too much of it to go wallowing, now, in the what-ifs and the might-bes. Don't go around living a defeat that hasn't even happened.

[ not yet. perhaps not ever. ]