I always feel like a tease with this one, because I've been talking about it for years and never actually finishing it. 😂
"Double Steves" is my as-yet untitled AU where the time heist unfolds somewhat differently, and Steve never goes back at the end. Instead, he stays in the present day, sort of going through the motions, trying to figure out where his life is headed.
Then, due to some shenanigans involving the time stone, the 1940s versions of himself and Peggy turn up in the present day. It's a weird, tense situation for everyone - particularly for Peggy, who finds herself strongly attracted to modern-day Steve.
Here's a snippet under the cut:
For context, 1940s Steve and Peggy have been put in a SHIELD holding cell while the modern-day crew tries to figure out how they got there and what the heck to do with them.
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“Please stop pacing,” says Peggy tightly. “It’s doing my head in.”
“Sorry.” Steve sits on the bench, locking his hands together in his lap.
She knows how he feels: the urge to do something, anything, other than sit and wait for their captors to reveal themselves.
Peggy resumes pecking at the square of black glass beside the door.
“Access denied,” says a robotic female voice, for approximately the thousandth time.
“Cow,” mutters Peggy under her breath.
“Hey, be nice. We’re trying to get her on our side.”
“If that’s the case, perhaps you’d have more luck. I don’t think I’m her type.”
Obligingly, Steve comes to stand beside her. He stares intently at the blank square. “Maybe we need a password?”
“‘Speak friend, and enter?’”
“Something like that.” His smile is wry. “Open sesame!”
“Please restate the command.”
Both of them start at the voice.
“What?” he asks.
“Commander Rogers. Please restate the command.”
Peggy mouths Commander? at him. She wonders whether it’s a translation error—though, if that were the case, it would argue against their hosts being German. “Captain” isn’t a word they’d be likely to confuse.
He squares his shoulders gamely and says, “Open the door.”
“Level seven authorization code required.”
With a calculating look, Steve replies, “Oh, yeah, sorry. They gave it to me, but I forgot.”
“Understood. Please proceed to the terminal for biometric scan.”
The black square illuminates a hand-shaped outline.
Steve reaches over her shoulder to press his palm against the glass, and Peggy finds herself hemmed in between the wall and his warm body. It takes a surprising amount of willpower not to slip her arms around him, or press her face against his chest—nothing about the setting is especially romantic, but his solid, familiar presence is comforting.
Then he meets her gaze, and the feeling sharpens into something more than comfort.
“Sorry,” he says, belatedly, moving aside to give her more room. There’s a faint wash of pink all up the side of his neck.
“You’re all right.” She thinks she might be blushing too.
A moment later, a bright beam of light hits him in the eye, then blinks out.
“Biometric scan confirmed. Rogers, Steven G.”
Steve glances down at Peggy, shrugs, and repeats, “Open the door.”
AUTHOR: indiefic
FANDOMS: MCU, Captain America, Agent Carter
CHARACTERS: Evil Peggy Carter, Evil Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers
PAIRING: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers (implied Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers)
RATING: Teen, for now
SUMMARY: Blame the Russos. I’m not the one who made infinite timelines and people being able to run into alternate versions of themselves canon.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Anything that’s not the Russo’s fault is all @roboticonography’s fault.
We just pulled Rumlow’s body out of the Potomac.
Peggy curses and puts the phone down. She motions to the girl for the check.
hi!! im saying hi from ao3 and wanted to tell you that your writing might be my favorite for steggy! so im quite new to your blog and just came across your sneak peak for "Double Steves", wondering if it's been published yet and im missing out? or if not, would you consider coming back to it? anyways, thanku and i really appreciate you! <3
Hi! Thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my stuff!
The “Double Steves” story is not finished yet. I have a few other pieces I want to check off my list before I turn my attention to that one. You are not alone - @katherinecooke is also excitedly awaiting this one. 😉
Not to delay the stream of FWNL deleted scenes you are producing (which are just perfect) but is there possibly a snippet of double Steve's which you'd be willing to release?
My challenge with sharing this story on Tumblr is twofold: one, I’m still writing it, so it changes all the time, and two, I don’t want to give everything away!
So with that in mind, here is a teeny tiny bit of dialogue that doesn’t reveal too much of the plot.
For those just joining us: my Double Steves tag
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“I don’t like him.”
“He’s you.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“You do have your moments,” says Peggy, dryly.
Steve looks at her, deadpan.
“I’m sorry. I honestly can’t imagine.” It had beendisorienting enough to see herself on the screen, to hear her own voice talking of things that hadn’t yet come to pass.
But Steve had not only seen his future; he had spoken directly to it.
And it had spoken back.
“He still has a thing for you.”
“Still?”
“Well, I mean, I—it’s not—”
“It’s fine, Steve.” Now is not the time to discuss it, but it isn’t as though she’s been completely oblivious. Or immune.
It is you who posted that snippet of 1940s Peggy being brought to the present with 1940s Steve and them meeting the modern Steve? Could you post that again? The intensity between past Peggy and modern Steve is mindblowing
Yes, that was me. Wow, everyone is super into this! I’m going to have to write the whole damn story now, aren’t I?
The original snippet is here.
And, just because it’s Steggy Week, and the theme of the day is Tropes and Cliches, and this story is about my favourite trope… here’s the start of the piece for you.
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“They called me about this particular subject because there’sonly one person in SHIELD’s current command structure who knows more about thisguy than I do.”
Agent Coulson somehow manages to say this in a waythat makes it sound like no great achievement. Though, compared with returningfrom the dead, subject matter expert does seem a little pedestrian.“And that person was… busy?” Steve ventures.“Actually, that person is you.”
He swipes his card and holds the door for Steve, who stepsinside.
“I gotta say, I can’t really think of anyone that I’d…”The rest of the statement evaporates from his brain entirely as soon as he getsa look at who’s on the other side of the glass.It’s… himself.Rather, himself as he’d once been, before the Valkyrie and everything that hadcome after. Fifty pounds of tac gear, an outdated haircut and a lousy pokerface.
“Is he the real deal?”
“Jury’s still out. We managed to get a cheek swab while hewas unconscious. We also took his shield. Lab’s running some tests on both.”
Unconsciously, Steve presses a hand against the glass. As hedoes so, the figure on the other side of it straightens up—hearing the minutevibration of a palm against the reinforced mirror.“Steven G. Rogers. Captain, U.S. Army.” He rattles off a series of words inrapid-fire German.“What’s he—”“Serial number,” says Steve shortly. Standard operating protocol, of course, inthe event of capture. Name, rank, and serial. “It’s his way of letting us knowhe knows who’s back here watching him.”Inside the containment unit, his alter-ego is circling, training a careful eyeover his surroundings. It’s unnerving to watch—like one of those nightmareswhere he floats over his own body, helpless.
“I’d appreciate any other insights you can offer.” Coulson’stone is blandly courteous: just another day at the office.
“He’s looking for a way out. Seams, corners. The second one of your agentsopens that door, he’s gonna make a break for it. If not, he’ll try the mirror.It’s what I would do.”“He really is you, then.”“No,” says Steve shortly, disconcerted. “I’mme. This never happened to me.”“Sorry. I didn’t mean—”“You better figure something out. He won’t waste any time.”“Maybe you could talk to him.”“Bad idea. He’ll assume it’s a trick and he won’t hesitate to come at me. And ifhe’s me, I’d say he’s got—what, afifty-fifty chance of taking me out? I’ve got more combat experience, but he’s definitelymore motivated.”“We can gas him again, if we need to. But there’s another option I want to tryfirst.”Steve gestures politely. “It’s your show.”Coulson gives a signal over the comm, and the door to the containment unitopens. Two burly agents in full combat gear edge into the room; both of themhave fresh bruises on their faces, and neither looks eager for a rematch.As Steve predicted, the other Cap makes for the door instantly—but something makeshim stop in his tracks. A girl, in an old army uniform, made up to look like…“Not very original,” says Steve, folding his arms. “You guys tried that one onme and it didn’t work.”“Steve!”The sound of her voice shocks him like a liter of ice water in his veins. Ofcourse—they’d have her voiceprint on file. The other Cap is still trying to make the most of the open door, shoving pastthe Peggy doppelgänger to wedge himself into the opening, while SHIELD agentson both sides struggle to force it shut.“Peggy, can you—”“Steve,” says the girl again, thickly—then drops to the floor.It’s a dirty trick, and a brilliant play. Cap immediately lets go of the door,letting it slam shut, and wheels around to kneel beside her.She delivers the performance of a lifetime—limbs splayed awkwardly, dead weightin his arms as he rolls her onto her back to check her breathing. Steve can’thelp but be impressed by the level of detail that’s been put into her costume—Oxfordshoes and seamed stockings, hair piled high in victory rolls. Her uniform evenlooks like it’s seen some hard wear.“Come on.” Cap gives her a gentle shake. “Stay with me, Peggy.”“Medical,” says Coulson, imperturbably.“It’s the knockout gas,” is the reply over the comm link. “We used a higher mixthan usual on Captain Rogers, and it didn’t all dissipate. We’re ventilatingthe container again now. Should wear off in a few minutes.”“Wait,” says Steve. “That wasn’t part of the plan?”“No. And she’s not one of ours. She turned up when he did.”The girl’s head lolls to the side, and for the first time, Steve gets a clearlook at her face.She’s not an impostor. She’s the original.
The closest I could find is the word “undressed.” Clearly I do not talk about fashion as much as I thought I did!
This is from a piece that is a shamefully transparent embodiment of my ongoing preoccupation with doubles. The setup is that 1945 Steve and Peggy somehow end up in the future in a way that doesn’t erase the existence or experiences of modern-day Steve, who has become very jaded and just a little bit dickish, for reasons that are still in development.
Anyhow, Peggy is kind of torn between vintage Steve and modern Steve, and at one point she finds herself having a drink with the latter in his quarters. And then there’s this.
“You never call me Steve.”
She gets the sense that it’s not at all what he intended tosay.
“That’s absurd. I must have done.”
“No, not once. It’s understandable. And I didn’t evennotice. Natasha’s the one who pointed it out.”
“She would,” Peggy mutters.
He looks amused. “You don’t like her.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Because I told you that she and I used to sleep together?”
Peggy opens her mouth with every intention of disputing thisclaim. “I don’t know why it bothers me so much,” she says instead.
He reaches past her, brushing against her deliberately, andrefills both of their glasses. “You know why.”
“Do I?” She takes a sip of her wine. She’s not drunk, notexactly, but she’s very relaxed and edging into bad decision territory. “Andwhy is that, Captain?” She emphasizes the title, rather than using his name,aiming to get a rise.
His eyes narrow. It’s gratifying. “The same reason I don’tlike seeing you with him.”
“That’s different. He’s you.”
“He’s who I used to be,” he corrects her. “And I’m tired ofwatching him waste his chance because he’s too chickenshit to make a move onyou.”
“And you’re not,” she concludes, her voice shaking a little.
He looks her over, slowly, in a way that makes her feel asthough she’s already undressed. “No. I’m not.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“Because I’m not the man you want.”
She makes a frustrated noise and stands up. “I’m sick todeath of the two of you telling me what I want.”
He grabs her wrist and pulls her abruptly back down; shelands in his lap, and without warning, his mouth is on hers, hot and urgent.She throws her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into the hardmuscles of his back.
“This is your opening to tell me to stop,” he murmurs.
Oh gosh! I wish I had an update on Double Steves. Just now I’m trying to get my long-overdue Secret Santa out the door before Steggy Week. Sorry to disappoint.
My aunt just not: ITS ADAM AND EVE NOT STEVE AND STEVE ... First of all stop being a homophobic shitbag.... Second of all that's not even how that phrase goes lmfak
