When they first laid eyes on that ageing man, all their inquiries didn't seem to matter now. Steve Rogers, well in his old age, wears the most satisfied smirk on his face. Those who knew him well could never have the heart to question his life choices after seeing that smile. Including him handing over his infamous shield, an end to his legacy and a start for Sam Wilson. But a ring on Steve's finger? Now, that's an entirely different story. Sam would not miss a chance to hear a gossip this crisp. "So, do you want to tell me about her?" Steve chuckled softly, looking away to the horizon, fingers tracing the said controversial band on his finger as he belatedly muttered, "No, I don't think I will." Because it will be excruciatingly painful to put his friends to hear the entirety of the story. It was a rather long story. And coming home to Peggy to finally have that dance was what started it, but was not the conclusion. In fact, it was only the introduction to an eternity spent with a God that came with the lightning and thunder in a time where Earth didn't know real Gods exist yet, except Steve. And the ring? The God may have just the answer.