It was Saturday, 1946, and not a single report on Captain America had been received. Two months ago, streets were filled with people spreading the latest news about war being officially over against the Germans. But the truth was, war never ends, no matter how long we intend to fight for our country.
" Be safe out there Carter!" Howard shouted, noticing me rush out the doors of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, anxious to get home. " Same goes to you Mr. Stark!" I replied with a small hint of sarcasm.
It seemed the streets of Brooklyn were always massed with people, especially at this hour. Streets were always occupied, markets were to crowded to shop in, but the only thing that hasn't changed was the weather. For the past weeks the skies seemed to be layered with grey clouds and sometimes even little specks of rain would fall. I could hear my heels clack against the pavement as I made my way up the never ending flights of stairs until I finally reached the apartment. Working for 6 hours a day was definitely not my cup of tea. I nearly dragged myself inside hastily setting my bags and coat aside. The long chocolate layers of hair fell to my shoulders as I strolled into the lavatory, anxious to clean myself up after long ours of sitting looking through files.
By the time I wondered back out, I felt myself halt immediately seeing the kitchen light on. Never once have I left anything on, nor did I have time to even turn it on in the mornings. I grabbed my pistol, tucked behind my skirt then leaned against the wall, slowly motioning towards the light switch. I could see the man already, standing complete still, his face however was positioned in the other direction, as if he thought I was on the other side.
" Don't move!" I shouted with a harsh look. The man instantly turned around looking pale as ever. His face looked entirely flushed but his eyes showed mercy. I blinked as he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish until he finally found his voice. " P-Peggy..." His voice shook just from whispering my name.
Like a child, my jaw dropped looking at him more closely. Was this real? Was this a dream? No, but how? " S-Steve..." I stammered, I had no words, but my mind thought of so many questions.
" W-Why are you...h-how are you..." It was impressive to even think straight now. Without realizing, my words seemed to tremble over each other like I was going ballistic. Steve was SUPPOSED to be dead! Now, he was here, standing in my own kitchen.
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Fanfiction[#4 in Steggy 6/22/18] Close your eyes and imagine a world where one man was granted a second chance. The question is, if you were given a chance to change history, how would you? Would you prevent wars? Would you save someone you knew? Would you g...
