"Peggy Carter," Steve says, sounding briefly lucid even if he doesn't look it. "I had her picture. They said they didn't find it, when they pulled me out, but in my compass. I had her picture."

There's a pause on the other end of the phone before Coulson says "Once he's taken care of, you're debriefing me on what category of 'don't ask' this falls under."

He hangs up.

Steve closes his eyes and tries for a deep breath. It rattles and feels a little wet and tastes like a mouthful of pennies. "That's bad," he thinks, and realizes he said it too. "She was with me. The radio, on the radio, in the plane. Peggy."