Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 4

My dress was so new that I thought it would crackle when I sat down. New from the shop, it looked like that a single crease would break it.
But I wore it anyway.

I stop at the end of the pew with Sam. He kept a firm arm around my shoulders. It's like he knew I wasn't going to cry but that I needed the strength to keep going.

Together, we watched as Steve came down with other members of Peggy's family, the casket that held our dearest friend on their shoulders. It was hard to imagine that she was gone.

I hadn't slept for three nights, running purely on caffeine, Starks energy drinks and a breakfast bar that Sam had given me this morning. If I had slept, I would've been plagued with nightmares. I didn't want to scream myself and the team awake. It wasn't fair. So I tortured myself with fighting the nightmares, showering and putting on make up to hide the red rims around my eyes and the bags that seemed to weight me down.

But today, my eyes were red. I couldn't seem I hide the fact that my bright blue eyes were red. Anger, sadness, anticipation. I was confused. I was upset. I was heartbroken.

Steve came and sat down beside us as we looked at a picture of Peggy. Back when she wasn't suffering from the disease that killed her.

I wish Bucky was here now. I said to Steve. He stiffened slightly beside me until I got the feeling he wanted to say something.

He would know what to say.
He would say something to make everyone laugh.
I guess we'll have to leave that up to you. I frowned. Looking up, Sharon Carter, Peggy's niece came to the stand. Steve looked up when Sam nudged him and he looked at her, watched her. It wasn't until it was my turn to talk that I even started listening.

"Now Olivia Stone will speak." The pastor said and I got up. I didn't write a letter. I didn't plan a speech. It wasn't me.

"Peggy... Was always a great person to be around. No matter what. From the moment I met her, I liked her. She was strong and wasn't afraid to fight for what she wanted," I began.

"When I came out of the box, she was there. She helped me to calm down, to stop me from almost killing myself when over exerting myself. Her words were 'Olivia, you're a lady. A woman. You need to be the strong one here. You are going to be the first inspiration for young girls.' Hell, I can hear her saying that now." I chuckled. As I spoke, it became easier to talk about Peggy.

"Mind you, this is also the woman who told me to make like a tree and leave when it mattered most." Steve cracked a smile and so did most if the audience.

"Peggy wouldn't want this to be a depressing day. She'd probably want us to go and fight a war in her name. With a British accent and a good old cup of tea of course. No, she would want us to laugh. For us, this shouldn't be a sad day. This should be a day to think that Peggy Carter is on her next greatest adventure, slaying evildoers wherever she is." I came down from the stool and sat down.

How was that?
Hilarious. You're a born comedian. I scoffed at Steve. He seemed to have cheered up a little since my speech and managed to get to the end of the sermon without not making small smiles

"I'm just going to stay in here a little bit, okay?" I nodded and squeezed his hand.

"I want to talk to Sharon anyway. Sam, will you come with?" Sam nodded and patted his friend on the shoulder before coming with me into the brisk spring air.

"You did good, Liv."
"Thanks. None of it was planned." Sam laughed.

"I could tell. You don't seem like someone who would read something you wrote."
"Damn right." I looked around for Sharon, spotting her but not after seeing the familiar red curls of Natasha enter the chapel. I rolled my eyes and approached Sharon.

"Thank you, Olivia. Aunt Peggy would've agreed with everything you said."
"That's why I said it." I hugged Sharon and pulled away, allowing Sam to give her a hug as well.

"How are you holding up?"
"Better. Steve took the brunt of it though." Sharon smiled and grabbed three glasses of wine off of someone walking past.

"To Aunt Peggy." She said after she handed Sam and I a glass.

"To Peggy." We both said, clinking our glasses together before drinking.

"Will you three be coming to the wake?"
"I don't know. It depends on Steve." Sharon bit her lip and looks towards the chapel doors.

"He loved her, didn't he?"
"Yeah, he did." I said while I cast a look at Sam.

"Miss Carter, how's the CIA?" Sam asked, changing the topic.

"Fun. Not like S.H.I.E.L.D. Now that was exciting. But Everett has me out in the field, looking for the Winter Solider." Looking into her mind, I could see that she was trying to talk about Steve. She was trying to get me to talk.

"We don't know anything about Sargent Barnes." Sam said after I informed him. Sharon winced before composing her face.

"Was worth a shot? Right?"
"You tried, you failed. Then you moved on." I said with an encouraging smile.

"Do you have an idea where Barnes may be?" Sharon shook her head.

"None. He's done well with evading capture."
"Bucky was always good at that. He could steal a cookie from the baker and then sweet talk his way out of being blamed or charged." I tried to laugh but I couldn't. It made me hope though if the real Bucky... My Bucky was still inside.

Sharon walked off and I turned to Sam.

"Natasha's here."
"Think she's here to try and convince Steve to sign the Accords?" Sam sipped his drink, wincing at the taste. I couldn't even taste the wine. I swear ever since Starks Christmas party and when Thor gave Steve, myself and the war veterans a drink of Asguardian stuff, my drinking taste buds had died a little.

"No. I think she's here as a friend for Steve."
"What about you?"
"I have you." I joked and elbowed Sam who chuckled.

"Weirdo."
"Moron." We stood there for a while in silence, watching as everyone milled around. Steve and Natasha came out of the chapel not long after, Steve taking a drink in his way over.

"Are we going to the wake?" Steve shook his head.

"I need to sleep. And if I go then I'll be forced to talk to people." I rolled my eyes and looked at Natasha warily.

"Nat."
"Good speech, Liv."
"Thanks."
What's going on? I touched on Steve's mind, asking him and picking up snippets of Natasha's and his conversation.

Steve turned his blue eyes on me and shook his head. The green in his eyes sparkled with life, a hidden plan already forming that he was going to tell us later.

"Well, if we aren't going, I'll go fell Sharon." Sam excuses himself and we stood there, watching him go.

What do you do with a spy and two old people when standing in a triangle? At a funeral for your oldest friend?

Natasha ended up excusing herself to go get her ride to the Sokovia Accords meeting and Steve watched her go before murmering,

"Suit up."

Authors Note: Helllloooooooo!

Okay, so I was going to write up to chapter 10 before publishing but I decided against it because I was getting confused about what I had and hadn't written. So I published :)

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Hope y'all are enjoying! Someone gets a cameo in the next one (I owe it to them so watch out for their name),

~Bree