Back to You [An Endgame Continuation]

The Suitcase

A/N: Late night update just for you guys. This one was quite difficult and stressful, but enjoy! Thx for 200 votes <3

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p.o.v: Peggy
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I finally caught my breath as I flung myself in the front seat of my car and shut the door, sheltering myself from the pestering rain. My hair was wet once again and I found myself starting to completely detest storms. At one time, they were the perfect companion with a book and a cup of tea, but now all they seemed to pair with was humidity and frustration.

My shoulders already felt sore from how tense they were at Daniel's. I couldn't tell him about anything that had happened in New York, although he could tell from my expression that it wasn't good.

"Did you get any action?" He asked as he spun spaghetti around his fork.

I blinked and almost choked on my wine, sputtering and covering my mouth with a napkin before realizing he was talking about gunfire. "No, no. None of that."

His eyes narrowed as he tried figuring it out. "Hm. Okay." He was about to put the fork in his mouth, but paused, studying me a bit. "You'd tell me if it was somethin serious, right?"

I nodded stiffly. "Of course."

And just when I thought I was out of the woods, I started feeling his hands on me as I took off my gloves and started doing the dishes at the sink. He looked over my shoulder for a minute, watching me rinse dry, rinse dry. And then all of a sudden he secured his grip on my hips and spun me around, smashing his lips against mine.

I froze as he pushed me against the sink, and I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. But not because of the kiss. It was what the kiss was reminding me of.

The colors in his eyes reminded me of the blues you'd see at the bottom of the ocean, and I had trouble focusing on his words. "I promise I'll explain everything about Zola soon," I think he was saying. "but I just need some more..." Astonishingly, his gaze drew me in deeper, as his lips fell over the next word in a whisper. "time."

"Peg darlin you're stiff as a board," Daniel said to me as he pressed his body against mine, and he broke away to look in my eyes.

I felt as if I was miles away, and he picked up on it. "Are you jet lagged or somethin?"

Jet-lagged, hopelessly conflicted.. "Yeah," I replied as I put a hand to my forehead. "Howard was also hungover so I had to pilot."

Daniel's face looked distasteful. "Course he did, the buzzard."

I looked away, feeling weirdly sympathetic. "You shouldn't blame him. We took a hit."

This seemed to amuse him as he recoiled his hand from my neck and moved away. "Yeah. A hit you can't even talk about, right?"

I was too tired for this to be brought up again. "You know I'd tell you if I could Dan—"

"Well, you've kept secrets from me before," he interrupted with an edge to his voice, and I bit back my remark as I realized how much truth rang in his words. "I mean, what do you expect me to do? Let Captain America come back from the dead, sweep you off to New York, and not expect me to ask you if something happened?"

My voice started overlapping with his, but I stopped when I heard the end of his sentence, my face settling into a hard gaze. "What exactly are you implying?"

Daniel scrambled for some words. "I just— nothing—" he stopped himself, raking a hand over his face before trying to explain himself. He tried to level with me. "I just know what it feels like to be in love for the first time. You never really shake that person." He hesitated. "Not completely."