The right partner (a steve rogers/peggy carter love story)

the death of Sharon Carter.

Steve P.O.V.

"be careful Steve. I love you." Peggy said as I kissed her goodbye for the millionth time in 15 years. "will you be home for cake daddy?" 15 year old Margret asks me with visible hope in her eyes. "I don't know honey. I love you." I say trying to walk out the door. Margret grabs my wrist and I pull her in for a hug.

Margret P.O.V.

dad left in a hurry after that and I got on the motor cycle to follow him while mom was asleep. I know mom would skin me alive for doing this. he just went to Brooklyn antiques. I followed him. "wonderful weather isn't it?" an elderly woman asked me "yes...but I always carry an umbrella." I say. she leads to a door in the back of the building. "Margret?!" a familiar teenage voice asks "Tony?! how are you I haven't seen you since my 14th birthday where's Sharon? she was supposed to pick me up like an hour ago." I say. "oh Margret! she was the only one who understood! she was the only one who cared!" Tony sobbed "what happened? is she dead?!?!?!" I ask Tony sniffed and nodded then cried even harder. Steve and howard walked out. when Steve saw me he stopped dead in his tracks. "does mom know?" I ask my voice inaudible from shock and tears. "no." Howard says. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there! it should have been me!" I scream scaring everyone. "it was my fault Margret. I wish it was me." Howard says.