She was a silent fighter,
With a demon in her lung,
That stole her breaths right from her,
Before they'd hardly passed her tongue,
He was a silent fighter,
Who was always taught to share,
And held his breath when he was with her,
Just so she could h...
Y/N tried to find Peggy, but couldn't. "She must have went back to her apartament.", said Y/N under her breath.
She could hear Lorraine's footsteps. Oh, she hated the clicking of her heels and was disusted by the woman herself. Y/N wasn't stupid, she didn't belive every rumor she heard. But the ones about this blonde were easy to belive. The fact that no one knew her last name was already fishy. Everyone called her Private Lorraine. People whispered about her, said she kissed or more half her unit. Before Y/N could think too much about her, Lorraine called.
"Oh, Y/N, guess what just happened. It was only ten minutes ago but it feels like an eternity. Wait, where are you going?" Y/N sighed at her failed attempt to escape. It was worth a try, thought Y/N. Lorraine continued, "Anyways, the one and only Captain America kissed ME. Can you imagine?" Oh, so that's why Peggy was fuming. "No, not at all. You must be so lucky.", said Y/N in an unimpressed tone. "It was nice talking to you,", lied Y/N, "but I have to go, Peggy is waiting for me. Bye", continued Y/N.
In the taxi, Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße. (Shit, shit, shit) was the only thing she could think about. She knew that Peggy was going to be heartbroken, but won't let it show because she's a strong woman.
Y/N feared what Lorraine could do to James. They both had reputations. She had to leave the world of her thoughts because the cab driver asked her for 43 cents for the ride. She was happy that she didn't have to think about Bucky for much longer.
She ran up the stairs to Peggy's apartament. When she arrived in front of Peggy's door, a bit out of breath, running up to the fourth floor shouldn't be that hard, she didn't bother to knock. She was grateful for the spare key.
She entered the apartament where she could hear a strange clicking noise. She took off her navy blue coat and matching shoes. She decided to first check the kitchen where she found Peggy stirring her tea and stareing at the opposite wall with an angry look on her face.
Y/N bursted out laughing. This must have been the strangest thing she saw in her whole life. After Howard singing one of his new inventions to sleep, that will forever be the strangest thing she ever saw. He must have been drunk.
"Peg, you alright?", asked Y/N in a soft voice. "Of course, what makes you think I'm not alright. I am jolly fine.", Peggy sounded a bit harsh. "Private Lorraine told me. I am so sorry Peg. The bloody bastard would already be dead if that happened to me." "You wouldn't want to be the cause of death of America's Golden Boy, would you?" Y/N could hear that Peggy's was soaked in sarcasm.
Oh, so now she mockes Steve. What did Aunt Bertha tell me? What was the next stage of getting over an idiot? I should have payed more attention whenshe talked about her numerous romances.
"Enough with the pouting, the boys have invited us to a bar or a club or something like that. I dont know. But the good part is: you can pour whiskey over Steven's ugly blond hair." So that's the next step. Getting your friends or in this case friend to hate him. The next phase would be wanting to maim the poor guy. I can't wait to see that.
"Yes Y/N, you are right. I will burn his ugly blue eyes out. He doesn't deserve me. Let's go to this thing." Wanting to maim the idiot, check.
"Come on lets get ready." While the two of them were getting ready Peggy slowly forgave Steve and constantly said that Lorraine was the one who kissed him. It was her kissing him, not him kissing her. And honestly Y/N belived her. Steve doesn't know how to talk to a woman, nonetheless kiss one.
Peggy chose a nice red dress that hugged her body in the right places and kept her makeup simple. She wore simple black pumps and her signature bold red lip to match her knee lenght dress.
Because Y/N couldn't take any dresses with her when she had to flee germany Peggy lent her one. She chose a navy blue floor lenght silk dress. Probably the fanciest Peggy owned but she had no shame. She dressed to impress. She wore red pumps and a bold red lip.
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(This is the dress you wore)
It wasn't hard to catch a cab. But the long drive was horrible. They couldn't wait to see they boys' jaws touch the ground. They looked perfect but wondered if their personalities were right.
They arrived at the bar and had to pay 65 cents. Cabs aren'tcheap in New York, thought Y/N and swallowed all her fears.It was time to go inside.
