So last night I dreamt that I was Peggy Carter, and it must have been late 40's because we were starting turning the SSR into S.H.I.E.L.D in California and I was engaged to Daniel, but for some reason Angie was also there and Jack wasn't dead just injured. And for some reason there seemed to be a Scrull who was working with Hydra remnants or the KGB, and this Scrull (or other shapeshifter, that's just what my mind presumed) also had DoctorWho esque psychic paper they were using as credentials. And it was really annoying because we're trying to do this mission but I'd walk into a room with someone only to find they were already there and I didnt know which one was the Scrull, because they both had their ID. So I had everyone tell me something only they'd know or an inside joke (Daniel whispered something inaudible that made me blush, Jack brought up the white flag, Howard mentioned fondue, etc) as a password to know it was them.
But then of course Howard had decided to throw a house party so there were a million people at the house and the Scrull got in. And I really just wanted to lay down and sip some tea and go over my case files, and was really debating just leaving and going back to the office to work on files with Daniel. But then I found the psychic paper esque ID thing and so I couldn't leave and radioed for back up and started trying to find someone out of place as I got dragged onto the dance floor by Angie. So I'm looking and looking and getting increasingly frustrated, and then I see Steve, but that's impossible because Steve's been dead for years so it must be the Scrull. So I punch him and explain this as I try to question him, but he claims that he's really Steve and he's there though a string of miracles and time travel, and tells me the last words he remembers saying to me before the radio cut out.
And I punch him again to knock him out because how dare he show up after so many years, just as I've moved on and am getting my life back together. And I sprint out of there, with Howard, Jarvis, Anna and Angie all trying to stop me and ask me what's wrong, and get to the driveway loop just as Daniel gets out of his car and just start sobbing in his arms. Because this is all too much and damn Steve for thinking he could just waltz back into my life, and can't we just go back to last week when we were dealing with our brand of normal?
*and then my alarm went off and I proceeded to spend the next hour unable to stop thinking about my dream and decided to type it out. And I have never been more livid with a fictional character in my life. And I haven't seen Endgame, but know that Steve going back to the 40's has been a popular theory for a while, and if this is actually the case I'm gonna scream.*
