Little miss America (captain Americas daughter)

10.

**Peggys PoV**
I skipped into the living room and saw my pops and a man with blond hair. As much as I was intrigued about who this man was. I was also sad cause it meant I had to call pops, uncle Steve. I replaced my sad face with a smile as I walked up to them.
"Hello uncle Steve. And Mr. Man-who-looks-cool-who-I-dont-know." I said whilst waving. Pops smiled at me and the new man smiled and kneeled down to my height. He stuck out his hand with a smile on his face and I took it.
"Margret robin" I took a breath and glanced at my pop. "Barnes sir." I said and put a fake smile on my face. Technically it was Rogers. And it made me sad that I couldn't say that. The man smiled. I leaned in and said.
"You can call me Peggy. Margret sounds like I'm his age!" I said with a scrunched up nose whilst pointing at pops. He put his hands on his hips and gave me a look. I giggled and looked back at the man.
"Well Peggy my names Clint. I'm Natasha's friend. You know Natasha?." He asked. Natasha was Momma. I nodded.
"Do u wanna play?" He asked. I nodded my head a lot. He chuckled and went to get up but I held my hands out to tell him to stop.
"How long are you gonna be here? Cause it'll be easier if I call you uncle Clint if you're here for long." I said. He smiled and nodded.
"You can call me that." He went to go again but i stopped him.
"One more thing." I looked at the both of them. "Shit." Pops widened his eyes. Uncle Clint was laughing. I laughed too.
"Peggy you can't say that okay? That's a bad word." Pops told me. I giggled before grabbing uncle Clints hand and running off to play.
We where both laughing for a while then we where playing tea party's.
"Sir Clinton? Could you pass the sugar?" I asked in a posh voice.
"Yes of course Madam Margret." He said and passed me the sugar. Then there was a knock at the door of my room. I looked at uncle Clint.
"I'll get it Sir Clinton." I said and he nodded taking a sip of his 'tea'. When I opened the door there was a man there. He had a darker colour of skin than me. It looked like chocolate. He looks cool like uncle Clint. I spoke up.
"And who may you be? I was just enjoying some tea." I said in my posh voice. He smiled and looked down to me.
"My name is sam. But at such A formal occasion you can call me Samual." He said.
"My name is Peggy. But right now I'm Madam Margret. Would you like to join me and Sir Clinton for tea?" I asked.
"As much as I would love that I'll have to take a rain-check. For you're father sent me too tell you that dinner is ready and everyone is waiting." I nodded and turned to uncle Clint.
"We're going to dinner Clinton! Help me pick a dress! You can help too Sir Samual." I said and they both nodded. I ended up in my favourite fairy dress with some Cinderella pumps. I looked at my outfit and then Clinton and Samual and nodded. They smiled and we started walking in the way of the dining room. I was holding my dress up in the front so I wouldn't trip. Sir Clinton and Sir Samual where walking behind me. When we got there everyone stopped to look at us. Dad smiled.
"Why. Don't you look fancy!" He said.
"And beautiful." Pops added
"And like a princess." Momma said. I smiled at her. I had it seen her in a while.
"Why Thank you. Sir Clinton would you mind helping me into the chair?" I asked in my fancy voice still and looked at him. He smiled.
"It would be a pleasure Madam Margret." He said. He and I turned to everyone looking for the perfect chair. I didn't notice the amused smiles everyone had on there face. I spotted the  perfect spot. Right at the top of the table. I walked up to it and Sir Clinton helped me in. I smiled and thanked him.
"Well as much as I love being Madam Margret I'm Peggy now. A hungry Peggy. Uncle Steve? When can I eat?" I whined. I looked to 'uncle Steve'. He had a smile on his face.
"Soon peg." He said. No one had called me that in a while. Only the people I loved more than anything where aloud to call me that. I saw dads smile falter. He thought I was going to tell him off. Not even he had the privilege of calling me peg. Angel momma did.
"Okay Stevie." I sighed. Pops smiled. I looked over at dad who looked sad. It must be because I usually don't let people call me that. Not even him. But I let Pops. He saw me looking and I smiled at him. He gave me a smile back. Uncle Steve gave me my food which was chicken and green beans and mashed potatoes. It looked yummy. Everyone got the same and started to eat. I was confused.
"WAIT!!" I shouted. Everyone froze. Not a person moved.
"Put the food down." I said in a deep voice. Everyone did so.
"You have to say grace." I said in my normal voice. Everyone smiled at me. I sighed and closed my eyes. And reached out my hands to grab the two people ether side of me. Which would be uncle Clint and dad. I think everyone copied.
"Thank you lord for this food. And for the planet. And for creation. Amen." I said and let go opened my eyes. And was about to start eating.
"Say amen." I whispered. Everyone murmured an amen and began eating. Uncle Clint smiled at me.
"You're very polite Peggy." He said
"Thank you?" I said. More asked. He chuckled.
"Hey um uncle Clint and SAMUAL!" I shouted on Samual from across the table, everyone quieted down but continued eating whilst listening in on the conversation.
"Would you two like to be my new best-friends?" I asked while my I gave my knife and fork to dad and pointed at the chicken. He got the jist and stared cutting it up. Uncle Clint and Samual nodded.
"It would be my pleasure." Sam said.
"Same!" Uncle Clint said. My dad gave me bad my knife and fork before I put a Piece of chicken on the fork then In my mouth. It was very good. Everything seemed perfect. Then. BOOM. Everyone was flung everywhere. Uncle Clint caught me and hugged me to his chest. I want Pops. And I didn't care right now about being secret.
"POPS!!!" I cried out. I was hurt. It hurt everywhere. But mostly my shoulder and my leg. "P-P-POPS!!" I shouted between sobs. Uncle Clint was rocking me back and forth.
"IT H-HURT-TS U-UNCLE C-C-CLINT!!" I said. Then i was lifted up and into another chest. It smelled like Pops. I relax little only to feel a massive surge of pain run through me. I screamed the largest scream I have ever heard.
"IT HURRRTS-S P-P-PO-OPS-S!! I-IT-T HURTS-S!!" He squeezes me into his chest but that makes me cry harder. I can't see anything. But I'm with pops. He looses his hold on me but still has his arms around me enough so I don't fall. The room was fairly cleared up now. I was still crying. It hurt so much. Momma ran up to me covered in dust coughing. So did everyone else. I was bawling my eyes out by now. I could fill pools with the amount of tears. And because everyone was looking at me and not paying much attention to anything else. None saw the huge octopus looking logo on the wall. Or that dad was gone.
"POPS!! IT HURTS!! IT!! HURTS!!" I screamed. Momma and uncle Clint and uncle Tony where nearly crying. Sam and pops where already. And you can bet you're bottom dollar o was. And in that moment I didn't care about what pops had told me. Because I had the urge to just scream this one word. It's what uncle Tony did when he hurt his head. Maybe it makes you feel better. So through tears I shouted "SHITTTT!!!" Then my world went black.