Dad. Howard was -- Peggy swallowed hard, already acutely aware that this place (this whole situation) had a great many more hang-ups to it than what first met the eye. But to hypothesize about Howard having a son: grown and abrasive in his own right...God, it defied all rational thought. Earlier that day, she'd been invited to accept that some portion of Steve still lived on. And now she had to wrestle with the prospect of her dear friend Howard...what? Settling down? Having a family? Raising a boy to be what this man was now?

She nodded. Yes, she was Peggy Carter. And whatever December of 1991 had to do with anything, she couldn't say. All she was left with was to softly bemoan the absence of the smartest man she'd ever known: "I'm afraid not. I haven't seen him since -- well, if he were here I think we'd all know by now."

Eyes narrowed. Bloody hell, how old was this Stark?