He looks up, trying to parse out what she just said. The first handful of pages, and it's already touched on so many familiar things - Peggy herself, Erskine, the procedure that ended with the scientist's death. But it's all off, just a bit wrong, and all he can think is Peggy wasn't blonde.

"I didn't meet her while I was helping the French Resistance." Steve feels the slightest bit surprised at how dazed he sounds. "I don't know these people. Nick Fury isn't white. Skull is dead. Bucky Barnes is dead."

He doesn't realize his voice is rising until he's standing and slams the innocuous little book down on the desk hard enough to fracture its top. "Skull is dead."

Or there was no point to it. No point to losing everything, no point-

Except saving his city. Except saving millions of lives.

Steve drops back into the chair, yanking his hand away from the comic and the broken desk.

Peter yanks the door open and takes a half-step inside, eyes flicking from the desk, to Olivia, to the Captain and back. "Olivia?"