Agent Carter An AU Series

Chapter 8

Peggy's POV:

As the light of New York shines through the window, I groan and throw the cover over my face.

"Morning Peg!" Colleen chirps brightly. How she, or anyone, can enjoy waking up in the mornings is beyond me. I feel as if my insides are becoming my outsides. Rather than actually speaking, I let out a louder groan for her to hear. "C'mon Peg, I made your favorite tea."

Hmm, tea does sound nice. I peak out from under the covers, and she laughs at me. She wiggles the kettle in the air and I slowly get out of bed. As I get up, I'm hit with instant nausea. Oh no... I cover my mouth and rush to the bathroom as quickly as I can.

"Peg!?" She follows and sees me vomit, ugh.. I hate being pregnant. I shouldn't still be ill this late, can I? "Oh, honey.." She caresses my back and I try to relax. It's not helping. "I'll go make you some toast, maybe getting some food in your belly will sooth the baby."

As Colleen walks away, I vomit again and stay for several minutes. Once I no longer feel nauseous. I stand and make my way to the kitchen, immediately sitting down and drinking tea. She hands me the toast and I nibble on it. "I think I'll cancel and just stay home."

"What? Why? Colleen, I'm fine. You don't have to do that for me."

"But Peggy, you're sick. I can stay and help."

"No buts, Colleen. Go and have your fun, its not as if I'm going anywhere. I just rest for most of the day. You don't need to worry." She looks down and then at me as if shes unsure.

"Okay, but promise you won't do anything rash? If you need anything, ask Mr. Sousa. I'm sure he can get Mrs. Keller or call someone on the phone for you."

"Alright, I will. Now go." She laughs and throws her hands in the air for defeat. 

"Don't forget to eat your toast" She calls out as she leaves.

 I know she means well, but shes behaving worse than my mother. I sigh, bite into my toast, and drink more tea. Half way through, though, I feel nauseous again. I stand up and the room starts to spin. I hold onto the table for balance and lay down in bed. Soon enough sleep over comes me. Hopefully this will be over soon.

Daniels POV:

I wake up early today, earlier than normal. I didn't want to forget another physical therapy appointment. When I head out, I run into Ms. O' Brien.

"Oh, Mr. Sousa, I'm sorry I didn't see you. I was just in a rush."

"Oh that's okay." I shake it off. 

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah I have, uh.. an appointment I need to get to." As I explain, she looks upset. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, well.. no. I'm not sure. Its just, Peggy hasn't been feeling well and I was hoping to ask if you could check on her? To make sure shes okay."

"What happened?" I ask, I already feel my voice getting worried. I grip my crutch to keep my nerves under control. 

"She's just feeling a little under the weather. Shes resting now, but I was hoping..."

"I shouldn't be gone for more than an hour. Two tops. I can makes sure shes okay. Its not problem."

"Really? You're a life saver, thank you." I nod my head and she rushes off. 

Sick? She shouldn't be sick so late in her trimester... maybe she just caught a cold or something. I head to PT, not being able to stop thinking about Peggy. Thankfully I'm not there long and I'm  out within an hour. My leg is getting better and the muscle movements are improving, but I still get phantom pain and need a crutch to walk. A better fitted prosthetic would be nice too, but, for now this is the best they got. I walk as quickly as I can up the stairs, anxious to check on Peggy. I knock twice and don't get an answer. I knock again and call out her name, still, nothing. Before I knock again, I hear a crash inside. Oh no...

"Peggy?!" I rush in and see her hunched over, holding the table for dear life. "Peggy?" I see her face, in agony, her skin is pale; almost ghost white. I lift up her chin and get her to look at me. She's on the brink of tears. "Hey, hey, what happened? Are you-"

"I'm fine!" She snaps. I step back and let go of her chin. Her eyes close, and a tear slips out, but she wipes it away. "Sorry. I- I didn't mean to yell. I just-" She takes a deep breath and looks down. "I just hate being asked that. I hear it hundred times a day and its driving me mad."

 I take another step back and look away. That's when I notice the broken teacup, a slice of toast on the floor, and a tea kettle spilled everywhere. I don't know what to do at this point. I don't want to over step, but I know somethings wrong. I look back up at Peggy and shes shaking. 

"Here why don't you sit down?" She glares at me, and then her features soften. She nods and sits on the bed, avoiding my eye. 

I kneel down, awkwardly, cause the leg, but I do nonetheless. Her hand is still shaking and so is her leg. Boldly, I grab her hand and she looks up at me; her face is drenched in tears. Her breathing is getting heavy and her lips are trembling. 

"Have you ate anything, Peggy?" I ask gently. She shakes her head no, still trembling. I start to get up but she holds my hand tight. Damn shes strong!

"I can't..." Now shes shaking her head furiously. I'm really getting worried. This isn't normal. She looks me in the eye and all I see is pain. "I- I can't eat anything. It won't stay down.."

"Have you had anything to drink then?"

"I-I-I had, some tea...but, it didn't help." Now both of her legs are shaking. This isn't good. 

"Hey hey hey, Peggy." She shakes her head and and starts crying. 

Removing her hand from mine, she covers her face. Now I can only think of one thing, hopefully she'll be okay with it. I stand up and remove her hands from her face; which is now all red. I bring her to her feet and she keeps looking at the ground. I do the one thing I can think of, pull her into an embrace. She doesn't resist, instead she holds on for dear life; bearing her head into the nook of my neck. And then we stand there, for as long as it takes...