Something unknots and he collapses against the pillows, eyes closed. Thank God. Thank God.

He's not even sure what he's thankful for - what he isn't thankful for. No more close casualties. Skull's plans destroyed, the world at peace again. He'd almost forgotten peace was more than the nostalgia of old men before the first war. His home, safe. Peggy, safe. "I'm going to kiss you," he says.

He'll find the energy for it. "Just give me a second."