One-Shot Series

Endgame Fix-it

There in a small, quaint house, a woman stood. She swayed to the light music that filled the room as she and enjoyed this day of peace and quiet. But to her dismay, it wasn't too peaceful for long. A knock breaks the tranquility of the house, and she grumbles. 'Bloody hell, who could that be!' She thinks to herself. As she walks to the door and opens it, all of her senses take hold. Before she or the visitor are aware; a gun is ready in her hand.

"Who the HELL are you!?" She demands. 

"You're telling me you don't recognize me, Peggy?" He says. And yet she can't believe her eyes...the man before her must be an impostor or a ghost. And given her job, neither is impossible.

"Who. Are. You." She orders between teeth. Her blood begins to boil in anger as they flow through her veins in rage.

"Its me, Peg. Its Steve." He smiles a small smile as he looks at her with pleading eyes as his hands are held in the air, a sign of surrender. 

"No. No you're not. Who are you really? And don't lie." She says, interrupting him before he speaks again. "Steve Rogers died in a plane crash 4 years ago." Her eyes never leave his face as she keeps her gun pointed to his heart.

"Peggy. Its me, I swear. I can prove it!" She keeps her gun up and undoes the safety, glaring at him. He sighs and drops his hands. "Is it too late for that dance?" And at that her entire being freezes in place.

"Cotton Club. At 9 O'clock." She says, her hand easing so slightly. He looks down at the ground and chuckles.

"The Stork Club. At  8 O'clock on the dot. But I guess I kind of showed up a little late..." Peggy lowers her gaze to the ground and then her gun, putting the safety back on. "So...about that dance." He smiles. She looks back at him and takes the butt of her gun and whacks him on the side of the head. 

"You bloody WANKER! Where the HELL have you been!?!?" She yells in a whisper as she hits him again and he backs away. 

"Okay okay okay! I deserved that." Her face turns an angry red and he looks at her, enchanted. "Peggy, I can explain everything I swear. Can I just-" He looks down and sighs. "Can I just come inside. Please?" 

"I'm with someone, Rogers." She exclaims. His eyes bulge in shock, but he shakes his head

"Damn, already? I knew it was too late a year..." He mumble the last part to himself.

"What?" He starts to panic, shakes his head, and looks away.

"Can I just come inside, Peggy?" She's still extremely unhappy about the turn of events, but none the less, invites him in.

"Just...be quiet." She says. He gives her an odd look, but nods his head anyway. "Now, are you going to explain where you've been for the past 4 years or am I going to have to beat it out of you." Peggy states as she stands in the living room, her arms crossed. Steve looks around and then back at her and laughs.

"Do you think we can dance first?" She looks around as if fighting an internal battle. But decides eventually decides.

"Fine. But one dance. One!" She stresses. He's confused at first but smiles nonetheless. Peggy walks over to the radio and turns the volume up, slightly, as to make sure its not too loud. He stands before her, his arms open wide. She hesitates but eventually takes his hand and they sway. For a while everything is quiet and calm. 

"So are you going to tell me where you've been the past 4 years or not?" He looks at the ground, a saddened smile in his face.

"4 years..." He looks up at her and shakes his head. "Try 12 years." Her face slacks and her eyes enlarge from shock.