Imagine It

Howard

Tears were falling down my cheeks and onto his uniform. I wasn't sure what to be more afraid of, the possibility of having a family, or losing Steve again.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in my ear, his chin on my shoulder with his arms tightly fastened around me. "I am now." I managed to smile then push myself from his tight grip around me.

Steve's finger wiped a tear from my cheek before tilting his head. "You sure?" I nodded slowly, ignoring his concerned looks.

That's when I noticed my bright red rain boots on his feet, well at least partially. "A-Are those mine?" A chuckle managed to escape my lips, watching him nervously scratch the back of his neck with a wide smile. "Yeah..I was half asleep when I went grocery shopping earlier. You barley had any food in your fridge!" Steve chuckled then took off the boots. "But when I came back you were screaming so I forgot all about them."

"Well I hardly eat during the day, considering my work schedule. Sitting at a desk.." I scoff, but Steve was right; I never have any food in my home, never. Not enough anyway.

"Well from now on, I'll go get groceries every other morning while you're asleep, that way by the time you wake up, there'll be bacon and eggs on the table waiting just for you." He poked my chest gently with a chuckle, I couldn't help but smile at his promise. "Alright, just remember, I like my eggs scrambled."

Steve stood up with a quick salute, "Right away Miss Carter, one scrambled egg coming up." I watched him back up towards the wall, unaware of where he walk walking. "Will that be all ma'm?" Steve flashed a cheesy wide smile, watching me laugh at him about to walk into the wall. "That'll be all Captain." I reply, biting my tongue as the back of his head hits the wall. "O-Oh..door..that way..right. I knew that." He mumbled, spinning around on his heel while scratching his head.

"Don't hurt yourself soldier," I teased, watching him walk out of the room with my squeaking red boots that were too small for him. "I'll try not to Pegs," Steve shouted from the kitchen, I could smell bacon sizzling with the slightest hint of pepper.

By the time I dressed myself for the morning I heard Steve's voice echo through the apartment as I walked out of the bedroom. All the windows were open. Everything was clean and spotless, almost like no one stepped foot in this house for years.

I peaked my head around the doorframe to notice Steve wearing my apron, using tongs as a microphone as he sung along with the radio. "Oh come on baby! Let me see you twist and shout!!" Steve shouted while flipping a piece of bacon over along with a sudden twist of his hips. "Is that my apron?" A smirk stretched across my face, watching him turn around with a vulnerable smile. "Mind if I borrow it?" He froze in place, raising his eyes.

"No not at all!" I crossed my arms, continuing to watch him sway his hips while setting slices of bacon on a plate. "Well? Are you gonna dance with me? Or are you going to leave me here to embarrass myself?" Steve extended his hand in front of me, cocking his head to the side. His eager eyes expressed his thoughts almost too well. I took his hand, letting my fingers intertwine with his. "Now twist!" Suddenly, he slowly sunk down towards the floor, twisting his body and my hand along with him. "And shout!" And twist!" He continued to twist down towards the floor with a soft chuckle, watching me do the same with a wide smile.

Suddenly he spun on his heel towards the cabinets, grabbing a few placemats and napkins.i maneuvered my way towards the pieces of bacon, breaking a small piece off with the tips of my fingers.

"Hey!" Steve chuckled, noticing me. "Hands off the bacons!" I flung the small piece in my mouth with a smug smirk before bringing the plate to the table. "My apologies Captain Rogers." I wanted to laugh at his sarcastic grin.

"So what does Agent Carter have on her agenda for today?" Steve asked while pulling out my chair with a slight motion of his hand for me to sit down. "Well, considering I wasn't expecting to find Captain America in my own apartment, or come back at all, I suppose the wisest thing to do is tell Stark." I explained, watching Steve's smile disappear slowly as he pushed my chair towards the table then sat himself down across from me. His fingers combed back his hair with a heavy swallow, obviously nervous over the topic of telling Stark about his arrival.

"What's the matter?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.

"Do you think he'll tell anyone?" Steve replies, raising his blue eyes to look straight through
mine. "I trust him enough to keep it a secret till we think it's safe to tell the world." His hand suddenly clutched my wrist gently. "Peggy, that's my point. What if the world isn't ready if we tell them?"

I saw his point clearly. If Hydra were to hear the news of Steve's return, Steve would surely be their next target.

"What if we waited?" I urged on.

"For how long?" Steve furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.

"For however long it takes. If we ask Howard for his help, we might have better luck estimating how long that might be." I explain, watching Steve nod slowly, letting go of my wrist before sitting back against the chair. "Alright, we'll see what Stark has to say."