The Captain of my Heart

Awoken

I don't know what I was expecting,  waking up seventy years later, but it certainly wasn't this. All this technology would certainly take some time getting used to. As I stood in the empty white room, I took a deep breath. If Colonel Phillips could see me now... he might have even given me a promotion.

"Ah, you're up."

I looked up and saw a man with an eye patch and wearing all black clothing looking at me.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I looked down at what I was wearing. They put me in a hospital gown! How humiliating!

"Relax. You have a dress on underneath."

I nodded. What a relief. I could breathe again.

"I would remind you where you are, but you knew this was going to happen."

"Yes, Sir."

He chuckled. "You still seem shocked, though."

"I think I have a good reason to be, don't I?"

He said nothing. "Agent Carter, I am Director Nick Fury, from S.H.I.E.L.D. You may know it as the S.S.R. Coulson's going to worship you when we bring you back to base; you practically founded S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Helped found it, Director."

"Of course. We need more people like you around here. This world has gotten even stranger than it may already seem."

"We'd better take you back to base." He continued. "Then I'll give you your briefing."

Seventy years ago, people laughed at me for attempting to help Steve Rogers plan and execute a rescue mission. Now Nick Fury, the new director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was giving me a mission.

"But before I do" he said, his voice getting softer. I'd like you to see someone."

This made me curious, for he didn't say "meet," he said "see." But Nick Fury was the only person I knew so far, coming out of the ice. "Who?"

"First, you'd better take that silly-looking hospital gown off."

I dutifully obeyed. "Sir, who are we seeing?"

Just then I looked down to see the dress I was wearing. It was the red one I had worn when I went to the bar one night seventy years ago. Steve had looked so dashing that night in his uniform, preparing for duty. Aka drinking.

I was lost in my thoughts and was standing with my back to the door, so I didn't see someone come in.

"Peggy?" A soft voice asked.

I turned and saw a man standing there. He was tall and buff and handsome, with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. And he had his uniform on. The one he had worn in the bar that same night. Tears came to my eyes, and I didn't even fight to stop them from flowing.

"If I remember correctly," he said, "You owe me a dance."