I wanted to look nice for you on your birthday. Steve ducked his head, unable to hide his pleased smile. He shook his head, grabbing the helmet as an excuse for looking away. "No, not-- definitely not too much."

He did think of Peggy, then; of back to when the two of them had been tentatively feeling out the thing between them; of the red dress she'd worn that had made the entire pub fall silent when she walked in. It ached, some, remembering that, but in a bittersweet way that all reminiscences on the past should.

He was letting her go, Steve realized - and that did hurt, a little, but he knew he'd always love her, the person in his memories, as well as the woman she was now. But... that part of his life was over; more than that, he was starting a new life, and he couldn't continue to cling to the past and let it affect his every moment.

Handing her the helmet, he said, "Every fella who sees you is gonna be jealous that I'm the lucky guy you're with."