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@americansentinel cont’d

Peggy’s hand tightens on the doorknob, but she doesn’t move. This can’t be real. Is she going crazy? She has to be going mentally insane. She steps back, letting him come in. Her eyes watch him, awaiting any wrong move to tell her this might not really be Steve.

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Once he was inside, Steve didn't sit, he just watched Peggy watching him suspiciously. He knew he looked older than he had when last she saw him, maybe that was a good place to start.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but first, it's so good to see you, Peg."

[crowncdlegends-aa]

"Peggy, don't freak out, I can explain everything."

Peggy’s eyes are open wide, breath quickening as she stands there in the doorway. He couldn’t be here. She’s mourned his death. She’s grieved for him. He was dead. Steve was dead. But yet, here he was, standing on her front porch. However, even at his words, she can’t bring herself to move or speak. She’s frozen in place, mouth agape.

[americansentinel-moved]

"May I come inside? I don't think this is a conversation for the front stoop." Steve said when she said nothing, he half expected her to pull her gun any moment now, so he held up his hands to show her he meant no harm.

"Please, I promise I'll answer all your questions."

[ofgunsandlipstick]

👄 - kisses my muse gently

@americansentinel || touch-starved || accepting

Peggy’s body aches as she watches Steve lean over the cot serving as a makeshift hospital bed, her shoulder bandaged tightly. “I feel so stupid,” she admits quiet. Though she knows Steve won’t judge her, she hates the idea that he’d had to bring her to safety, especially since it had disrupted the mission. But he simply leans down and kisses her so sweetly that she can add her teeth to the list of aches, though far more pleasantly that the bullet wounds in her shoulder. “Thank you,” whispers Peggy.. “For bringing me back.”

[americansentinel-moved]

"Well, I couldn't leave my best girl," Steve said with a smile. This tender moment even if it's stolen is precious to him. Just like she is, seeing Peggy hurt always made Steve feel powerless.

"I just wish I'd gotten there sooner, could have saved you some pain."

[captain-mantas]

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[americansentinel-moved]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

@peggys-orders

The feather-light touch on the back of his hand, made him realize just how tightly he was holding on to her hand, Thompson had made some crack at Peggy’s expense and Steve saw read.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured loosening his hold on her hand, but not letting go.

“Let’s go home, Peggy. You don’t have to stand here and listen to this.”

[peggys-orders]

americansentinel‌:

peggys-orders‌:

The staff get together was usually an all-boys club, save for once before when she’d saved Thompson’s arse in Belarus. The idyll had not lasted long at all. Soon he would be standing in a back alley, making cracks again.

Peggy knew the score. Jealousy was a terrible mistress.

Lifting her hand off of Steve’s, she took a careful drink from the whiskey she was nursing and turned to whisper in his ear.

“I put up with it every bloody day. This is nothing new, and I’ll be damned if I allow myself to be driven off by his childish antics.” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “And darling? Don’t get any ideas about tuning him in. I am quite capable of doing that myself if the need should arise.”

Instead, she smiled sweetly at Jack. It was enough to unnerve him. He nearly ended up wearing his drink for his troubles, for in those dark eyes, he saw a reflection of the man who’d shot him in Los Angeles. Not even the admiration of his entourage was enough to keep him taking potshots at an easy target.

Peggy wasn’t sure whether his alternate topic of conversation was any wiser than the prior barbs at her expense. 

“Were you listening to that last game?” Jack crowed. “Our boys don’t even need DiMaggio at full strength to get the job done across the bridge. We’re bringing it home again this year!”

She carefully put her hand back on Steve’s in hopes that he didn’t give in to the urge to sock Jack. Some days she wondered if Jack was meant to be nothing more than an irritant to both Steve and Peggy.

“I’m more of a Dodgers fan,” Steve grunted in response, he wanted to pummel Thompson straight into the ground, he had never liked the man and he liked him even less now.

Turning to Peggy, he shot her a look, why had he agreed to come to this thing in the first place? Peggy was a better agent than Thompson and the lot of them put together, she didn’t deserve this.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to go home with me?”

The longer this particular outing went on, the more likely she thought the evening would end with one or both of them being arrested for brawling in public. Not that Jack would stand a chance. Peggy wanted very much to keep tempers in check lest they draw too much attention.

She rose and said, “Well, gentlemen, I think it’s time I take my leave for the evening.” Giving a meaningful glance to Jack, she added, “And as a thank you for your kind words earlier, we shall do you the kindness of letting you pick up our tab for the evening.”

With the challenge thrown down, Jack was not interested in backing off. He’d mentioned the Dodgers’ at-home loss in Game 3 just to see how far he could push. “What, Carter? You afraid your boy can’t handle hearing that the Yankees are gonna trample them trolley dodgers in Brooklyn?”

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Steve helped Peggy with her coat, he wouldn’t rise to the jab, for Peggy’s sake. Offering Peggy his arm he shot Jack a wilting look over top of Peggy’s head. Before leading her out of the bar to hail a cab home.

“I’ve had just about enough of him.” Steve whispered to Peggy as they walked away. Even now, Steve didn’t like bullies, and that’s what Jack Thompson was.

“Remind me when we get home, to remind you just how special you are.”

[americansentinel-moved]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

@peggys-orders

The feather-light touch on the back of his hand, made him realize just how tightly he was holding on to her hand, Thompson had made some crack at Peggy’s expense and Steve saw read.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured loosening his hold on her hand, but not letting go.

“Let’s go home, Peggy. You don’t have to stand here and listen to this.”

[peggys-orders]

The staff get together was usually an all-boys club, save for once before when she’d saved Thompson’s arse in Belarus. The idyll had not lasted long at all. Soon he would be standing in a back alley, making cracks again.

Peggy knew the score. Jealousy was a terrible mistress.

Lifting her hand off of Steve’s, she took a careful drink from the whiskey she was nursing and turned to whisper in his ear.

“I put up with it every bloody day. This is nothing new, and I’ll be damned if I allow myself to be driven off by his childish antics.” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “And darling? Don’t get any ideas about tuning him in. I am quite capable of doing that myself if the need should arise.”

Instead, she smiled sweetly at Jack. It was enough to unnerve him. He nearly ended up wearing his drink for his troubles, for in those dark eyes, he saw a reflection of the man who’d shot him in Los Angeles. Not even the admiration of his entourage was enough to keep him taking potshots at an easy target.

Peggy wasn’t sure whether his alternate topic of conversation was any wiser than the prior barbs at her expense. 

“Were you listening to that last game?” Jack crowed. “Our boys don’t even need DiMaggio at full strength to get the job done across the bridge. We’re bringing it home again this year!”

She carefully put her hand back on Steve’s in hopes that he didn’t give in to the urge to sock Jack. Some days she wondered if Jack was meant to be nothing more than an irritant to both Steve and Peggy.

[americansentinel-moved]

“I’m more of a Dodgers fan,” Steve grunted in response, he wanted to pummel Thompson straight into the ground, he had never liked the man and he liked him even less now.

Turning to Peggy, he shot her a look, why had he agreed to come to this thing in the first place? Peggy was a better agent than Thompson and the lot of them put together, she didn’t deserve this.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to go home with me?”

[americansentinel-moved]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

@peggys-orders

The feather-light touch on the back of his hand, made him realize just how tightly he was holding on to her hand, Thompson had made some crack at Peggy’s expense and Steve saw read.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured loosening his hold on her hand, but not letting go.

“Let’s go home, Peggy. You don’t have to stand here and listen to this.”

[peggys-orders]

"Peggy, it's me."

Draw, align the sight, then squeeze the trigger.

It had seemed almost a lifetime since she’d first been trained to fire a pistol. Tonight she was reacting to the noise behind her. In the S.O.E., training involved firing first and asking questions later. Missions couldn’t be completed by corpses.

Draw. The gun seemed to slip from her thigh holster into her hand easily.

Align the sight. She put the pistol at the right level, aligning sight and target while her non-dominant hand rose to stabilize her firing stance..

Yet she hesitated before squeezing the trigger. The hesitation had come before any conscious realization of why she’d held off on firing her PPK.

“Stop where you are.” The words were even, uttered a little more loudly than was perhaps necessary. She couldn’t see the target. There were too many shadows cast by the trees in her backyard. “Step forward carefully. Slowly into the light.”

The hand which usually steadied her pull on the trigger was now trembling.

And there he was. The lights from the deck overlooking her backyard had cast enough light to take him in. Pointing the pistol upward, she engaged the safety and carefully slipped down to the lawn.

“It can’t be… Steve?”

[peggys-orders]

americansentinel‌:

peggys-orders‌:

It was a lot to take in. A world where half the life in the universe could be snapped out of existence. Of magic hammers and the men who wielded them. Friction with Howard’s son that culminated in his becoming a fugitive after he’d saved Bucky from the boy’s outrage.

Perhaps too much at once. No matter what doubts she might have about the story itself, she did not for one second doubt his conviction that he’d lived the life he’d told her about. Steve was no liar.

And he was here in her home, safe, if a bit grizzled by whatever he’d endured.

“Don’t you dare!” she argued a bit too forcefully. “Steve, I don’t know what you’ve endured, but whatever it is, I want you here. I…”

She paused and bit her lip. Declarations like this were the stuff of films, not her life. They did not come easily.

“You are here with me now, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you go.” 

The final notes of her voice hadn’t yet faded when she was on her feet, practically leaping across the short space between their respective chairs to kiss him once more. She settled easily into his lap and let her tears run freely for the first time in years.

Steve let her kiss him and sit in his lap, trying his hardest to dry her tears with his thumbs. But even so, he let her cry, she probably needed it.

“Then I’ll stay, I don’t know how we’ll explain it all just yet, but we’ll figure all that out later.”

Rather belatedly it struck her how many taboos she’d crossed that would once have been unthinkable. She’d never flung herself into a man’s arms much less into his lap, nor thought to tell one that he would not be able to leave.

God help her if anyone ever found out the effect Steve Rogers had on her self-control. It had been sorely tested during the war. Now after years of doing without, she felt like she’d just bought a large bag of real sugar without need of ration coupons. Having done without for so long had taken a toll. She would enjoy what was now available and be thankful that her years of privation were at an end.

Assuming, of course, that he wanted that too. The kiss certainly had suggested it.

“How long have you been back?” she asked softly, pulling away just enough for air to pass between their faces. “Dear God, I can hardly believe it.”

Then she stopped, looking more intently into his face. There were lines on his forehead that weren’t there before. At the corners of his eyes. More than merely his confidence level had changed.

Perhaps it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he’d truly traveled in time. 

“Over twelve years in the future, Steve, did you truly think I might turn you away?”

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“It crossed my mind, I didn’t know if there was anyone special in your life, I didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness, Peggy.” Steve said cradling her face in his hands.

“So if there is anyone, tell me now. I haven’t been back long, but I can make a life for myself here, but I’d rather it be with you.”

[americansentinel-moved]

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

@ofgunsandlipstick

Steve groaned when the blankets were lifted from his sleeping form and the cold winter air hit his body, but soon enough, he felt Peggy crawl into the bed beside him.

“Hm... welcome home, Sweetheart.” He murmured wrapping Peggy up in his arms.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[americansentinel-moved]

@thatsagentcartertoyou gets a thing

The use of the last Pym Particle was not an easy decision, all the stones were returned, each one in their proper place, but he couldn’t bring himself to come back to the future.

For once in his life, Steve Rogers was going to be selfish. so he used his ticket home to really go home, to 1945.

He knew from reading S.H.I.E.L.D. files where and how to get into the SSR, though the stunned agent at the front may have helped. And so he entered the SSR head held high looking for her.

[americansentinel-moved]

“Of course, wherever you want to go.” Steve said smiling at how her hand tucked into his elbow. Just having her here made him happy, he had never properly mourned her death, but now here she was, alive and willing to take him back to Howard’s.

“Lead the way, Sweetheart.”

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

“It’s just one of his apartments, not the houses, so don’t expect anything too fancy.” It was still fancy, but not fancy. “I’ve got it to myself, so we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

After a quick walk and an elevator ride, they were in the apartment. Peggy locked the door behind them and set her coat and purse on the hall table.

[americansentinel-moved]

After all he had seen, he was sure Howard’s apartment couldn’t compare. it would be nice though to be surrounded by the old and familiar.

“I won’t, trust me, Peg.” He said as he walked beside her.

When they reached the apartment, Steve waited patiently for her to put her things away before he spoke.

“I know I have a lot to explain, but please listen to me, I want to tell you all of it and if I have to stop I fear I never will.”

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

That sounded like there was a lot more than just crashing a plane and apparently not dying to her mind. And that worried her.

Peggy nodded and led him to the sitting room so they could get comfortable for whatever this was about to be.

“Alright, I’ll hold my questions until you’re done.”

[americansentinel-moved]

“I don’t really know where to start, I guess with the plane is the best place. You know that about a year ago I crashed the plane.”

And so Steve told all about waking up in the future and Bucky, and the time heist that led him here back to her. Hoping that’d she’d believe him.

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

“Aliens. Time travel…Howard having a child. I don’t know which is harder to believe,” she murmured, running a hand through her long hair.

“If you’re the Steve from the future, what happens when they find the Steve from now in the ice? Won’t that change the future? Or have I seen too many bad movies?”

[americansentinel-moved]

"For right now, I'm still asleep." Steve sighed, "as far as I know it won't mess with the future as long as I don't change too much." Steve said, just happy she didn't think he was mad.

"I promise, Peggy I'm telling you the truth, every word of it."

[americansentinel-moved]

@thatsagentcartertoyou gets a thing

The use of the last Pym Particle was not an easy decision, all the stones were returned, each one in their proper place, but he couldn’t bring himself to come back to the future.

For once in his life, Steve Rogers was going to be selfish. so he used his ticket home to really go home, to 1945.

He knew from reading S.H.I.E.L.D. files where and how to get into the SSR, though the stunned agent at the front may have helped. And so he entered the SSR head held high looking for her.

[americansentinel-moved]

“Of course, wherever you want to go.” Steve said smiling at how her hand tucked into his elbow. Just having her here made him happy, he had never properly mourned her death, but now here she was, alive and willing to take him back to Howard’s.

“Lead the way, Sweetheart.”

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

“It’s just one of his apartments, not the houses, so don’t expect anything too fancy.” It was still fancy, but not fancy. “I’ve got it to myself, so we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

After a quick walk and an elevator ride, they were in the apartment. Peggy locked the door behind them and set her coat and purse on the hall table.

[americansentinel-moved]

After all he had seen, he was sure Howard’s apartment couldn’t compare. it would be nice though to be surrounded by the old and familiar.

“I won’t, trust me, Peg.” He said as he walked beside her.

When they reached the apartment, Steve waited patiently for her to put her things away before he spoke.

“I know I have a lot to explain, but please listen to me, I want to tell you all of it and if I have to stop I fear I never will.”

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

That sounded like there was a lot more than just crashing a plane and apparently not dying to her mind. And that worried her.

Peggy nodded and led him to the sitting room so they could get comfortable for whatever this was about to be.

“Alright, I’ll hold my questions until you’re done.”

[americansentinel-moved]

"I don't really know where to start, I guess with the plane is the best place. You know that about a year ago I crashed the plane."

And so Steve told all about waking up in the future and Bucky, and the time heist that led him here back to her. Hoping that'd she'd believe him.

[americansentinel-moved]

@thatsagentcartertoyou gets a thing

The use of the last Pym Particle was not an easy decision, all the stones were returned, each one in their proper place, but he couldn’t bring himself to come back to the future.

For once in his life, Steve Rogers was going to be selfish. so he used his ticket home to really go home, to 1945.

He knew from reading S.H.I.E.L.D. files where and how to get into the SSR, though the stunned agent at the front may have helped. And so he entered the SSR head held high looking for her.

[americansentinel-moved]

“Of course, wherever you want to go.” Steve said smiling at how her hand tucked into his elbow. Just having her here made him happy, he had never properly mourned her death, but now here she was, alive and willing to take him back to Howard’s.

“Lead the way, Sweetheart.”

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

“It’s just one of his apartments, not the houses, so don’t expect anything too fancy.” It was still fancy, but not fancy. “I’ve got it to myself, so we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

After a quick walk and an elevator ride, they were in the apartment. Peggy locked the door behind them and set her coat and purse on the hall table.

[americansentinel-moved]

After all he had seen, he was sure Howard’s apartment couldn’t compare. it would be nice though to be surrounded by the old and familiar.

“I won’t, trust me, Peg.” He said as he walked beside her.

When they reached the apartment, Steve waited patiently for her to put her things away before he spoke.

“I know I have a lot to explain, but please listen to me, I want to tell you all of it and if I have to stop I fear I never will.”

[peggys-orders]

"Peggy, it's me."

Draw, align the sight, then squeeze the trigger.

It had seemed almost a lifetime since she’d first been trained to fire a pistol. Tonight she was reacting to the noise behind her. In the S.O.E., training involved firing first and asking questions later. Missions couldn’t be completed by corpses.

Draw. The gun seemed to slip from her thigh holster into her hand easily.

Align the sight. She put the pistol at the right level, aligning sight and target while her non-dominant hand rose to stabilize her firing stance..

Yet she hesitated before squeezing the trigger. The hesitation had come before any conscious realization of why she’d held off on firing her PPK.

“Stop where you are.” The words were even, uttered a little more loudly than was perhaps necessary. She couldn’t see the target. There were too many shadows cast by the trees in her backyard. “Step forward carefully. Slowly into the light.”

The hand which usually steadied her pull on the trigger was now trembling.

And there he was. The lights from the deck overlooking her backyard had cast enough light to take him in. Pointing the pistol upward, she engaged the safety and carefully slipped down to the lawn.

“It can’t be… Steve?”

[peggys-orders]

americansentinel‌:

peggys-orders‌:

She hadn’t been ready to say the words out loud that he’d uttered. The shock was still too fresh, though she’d done the rare thing of allowing him to direct her once she’d locked the back door. The pair were soon sitting next to each other at her dining room table. Only a small light over the sink illuminated the space.

Listening carefully, Peggy thought he’d gone barmy. Seventy years? Preposterous. There were definite indications that he’d aged since 1945 though she was not ready to believe this. It had been barely four since she’d laid eyes on him.

“Oh, seventy years now?” she asked, her voice sounding more like she was indulging an imaginative child than hearing important information. “Darling, I’m quite certain that whatever has happened, you’re likely not feeling very well. At least, I hope that’s it, and that it doesn’t look like there’s seventy years showing on my face.”

“Just, please let me finish.” Steve said reaching out to take one of her hands in his.

And so he told her all about his life in the future and Thanos and the time heist to bring back all of those who disappeared in the snap, and how that had led him back to her in a moment of pure selfish desire.

“I couldn’t go back there, Peg. The world wasn’t the same, I wanted to come home. If you’ll have me, if not then I’ll disappear and you’ll never have to see me again.”

It was a lot to take in. A world where half the life in the universe could be snapped out of existence. Of magic hammers and the men who wielded them. Friction with Howard’s son that culminated in his becoming a fugitive after he’d saved Bucky from the boy’s outrage.

Perhaps too much at once. No matter what doubts she might have about the story itself, she did not for one second doubt his conviction that he’d lived the life he’d told her about. Steve was no liar.

And he was here in her home, safe, if a bit grizzled by whatever he’d endured.

“Don’t you dare!” she argued a bit too forcefully. “Steve, I don’t know what you’ve endured, but whatever it is, I want you here. I…”

She paused and bit her lip. Declarations like this were the stuff of films, not her life. They did not come easily.

“You are here with me now, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you go.” 

The final notes of her voice hadn’t yet faded when she was on her feet, practically leaping across the short space between their respective chairs to kiss him once more. She settled easily into his lap and let her tears run freely for the first time in years.

[americansentinel-moved]

Steve let her kiss him and sit in his lap, trying his hardest to dry her tears with his thumbs. But even so, he let her cry, she probably needed it.

"Then I'll stay, I don't know how we'll explain it all just yet, but we'll figure all that out later."

[americansentinel-moved]

@thatsagentcartertoyou gets a thing

The use of the last Pym Particle was not an easy decision, all the stones were returned, each one in their proper place, but he couldn’t bring himself to come back to the future.

For once in his life, Steve Rogers was going to be selfish. so he used his ticket home to really go home, to 1945.

He knew from reading S.H.I.E.L.D. files where and how to get into the SSR, though the stunned agent at the front may have helped. And so he entered the SSR head held high looking for her.

[americansentinel-moved]

"Of course, wherever you want to go." Steve said smiling at how her hand tucked into his elbow. Just having her here made him happy, he had never properly mourned her death, but now here she was, alive and willing to take him back to Howard's.

"Lead the way, Sweetheart."

[americansentinel-moved]

@thatsagentcartertoyou gets a thing

The use of the last Pym Particle was not an easy decision, all the stones were returned, each one in their proper place, but he couldn’t bring himself to come back to the future.

For once in his life, Steve Rogers was going to be selfish. so he used his ticket home to really go home, to 1945.

He knew from reading S.H.I.E.L.D. files where and how to get into the SSR, though the stunned agent at the front may have helped. And so he entered the SSR head held high looking for her.

[thatsagentcartertoyou]

Peggy was in the middle of a dressing down from Thompson over something she’d done without permission. Their voices carried and the whole office stopped to watch. Their arguments were quickly becoming legendary.

“I think you’ll find that when I was in the field with St- Captain America-“

“Yeah yeah, “the field”. Look I don’t need Captain America’s bit of skirt telling me I’m doing my job wrong. Go take the coffee order and for once in your goddamn life- do as you’re told.”

Peggy’s cheeks coloured red with impotent rage rather than embarrassment. She knew no matter what she said, as the only woman in the office, it was hopeless.

[americansentinel-moved]

The raised voices were enough of a draw that she was easy to find, but the comment about her being his ‘bit of skirt’ made Steve see red, and it wasn’t just the color of Peggy’s cheeks.

“Excuse me?” The words came out in the voice of Captain America, not Steve Rogers, this voice commanded respect.

The crowd of gawking agents parted so that Steve could approach, it was almost like the parting of the Red Sea. This wasn’t how he wanted to meet Peggy again, he’d had another sweeter idea in mind, but this was how it was going to go anyway.

“Would you mind repeating yourself, Agent?”

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Thompson gaped for a moment but then quickly regained his composure.

After clearing his throat, he spoke, “I apologize, that comment was out of line.” Though his tone implied ‘even if it is true.’ “Welcome back to the land of the living, Captain,” he held out his hand to shake.

Peggy had gone pale, shocked to see Steve in any form outside of a photograph. If she cried in front of the office she may as well quit on the spot. The same went for rushing to Steve’s side.

She settled for a small and slightly smug smile. “You’re late.”

[americansentinel-moved]

Ignoring the agent’s hand and his comment, he turned to Peggy and smiled.

“Couldn’t call my ride,” Steve smiled, he knew better than to kiss her here, not where she worked, especially not when she was just yelled at by her colleague. But oh God, did he want to.

“Have you time to take a break, Agent?” He asked still smiling at her and drinking her in as if she were the most beautiful painting he had ever seen. 

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Thompson looked like he was going to say Peggy had work to do but the look she shot him could very well have killed.

“I think agent Thompson is capable of getting his own coffee for a change,” she replied, grabbing her coat and purse.

[americansentinel-moved]

Heading for the door, Steve smiled at Peggy, waiting for her to join him. This was going better than he thought it would, they’d go somewhere where they could be alone and he’d explain everything.

“After you, Agent.” He said with a respectful nod, letting Peggy take the lead, he didn’t know if she’d believe his tale, but he hoped that it wasn’t too late for him to re-enter her life.