New Years Series

" I never stopped thinking about you, you know. "

" I never stopped thinking about you, you know. "

"Pardon?" Peggy looks up from the file she was reading and notices Daniel in a somber mood. "Darling?"

"When I came here, to Los Angeles." He finally looks up at her, his brow knitted. "I couldn't stop wondering how you were or what you were doing." He huffs a breath and shakes his head.

"But... if you thought about all that then-"

"Why didn't I answer any of you calls?" He finishes her question. He turns away from her again, causing her to worry. 

"Daniel...What's brought this up?" She stands from her seat at the kitchen table and walks around to his side.

"Nothing." He shakes his head as he looks up at her with a deep sadness in his eyes. 

"Its not nothing, darling. Its written all over your face," She states as she sits on his lap. Daniel brings his free hand and wraps it around her waist. "Daniel. Speak to me, tell me what's on your mind." She presses. He takes a deep breath and lets it out.

"I was hurt. I thought..." He shakes his head and looks away. Peggy grabs his face with her hands and brings their faces closer, making their eyes meet. "I thought you didn't care about me in the way I cared about you. It hurt too much to stay in New York; a place I was...looked down on, treated like a sack of dirt, and then there was you."

"Daniel..." He closes his eyes and leans back out of her grasp.

"That's why I didn't call back, Peg. It hurt too badly." She looks glances away at the ground and quickly wipes away a stray tear. He notices and runs a hand up and down her back. "I know you meant well and didn't let me down harshly, but you were still in love with Rogers and I didn't want to-"

"Stop." He looks up at her and sees fierce determination. "Is that what this is all about? Steve?"

Daniel shakes his head and looks around the room, but he can't go anywhere with Peggy on his lap. As realization sets in, he sighs. "No. At least not entirely." He shuts his eyes and closes them tight as his mind replays vivid memories and his insecurities begin to set in.

"Daniel!" He shakes his head in shock at her out burst. "I've said your name three times already. You didn't hear me?"

"No..." 

"Darling. What is it that is bothering you? I can't help if you don't..."She stops talking as he pulls the newspaper off of the table and hands it to her. "Oh, Daniel..."

NEW PROSTHETIC FOR AMPUTEE. A Man with an above the knee Amputation learns to walk with nearly no assistance!

The article reads on about how the man's fiance left him while he was fighting for his country. He came home to no girl, no job, and missing apart of himself; his leg. He searched high and low for the best engineers and designers to help create the ultimate prosthetic of the 20th century.

The man was interviewed and said, "Everything I knew had changed. I had no one and nothing left. Everyone looked down on me because of my disability, said I was no good, I couldn't work, and that I might as well have died when I had the chance. But I didn't, so to them it was an inconvenience. To everyone else, I'm a burden and can't take care of myself; but you're wrong."

Peggy stops reading it and looks up at Daniel, who's head hung down in regret. "Darling, i-is this how you felt?" She asks, her voice cracking with emotion.

"After Bastogne..." He shakes his head and tears fall down his cheeks. "I didn't want to fight anymore. I didn't see a point." Peggy gets off of his lap and drags him to the couch where they both face each other. She curls up her knees to her chest, tucked into his side, listening to every word. "Even after Rogers saved us-"