Peggysous One-Shots

A second chance

Peggy's pov

"I guess I just wanted another chance at keeping him safe," I finally say, cool tears rolling down my cheek. I try to force them to stop, but they keep coming on larger amounts in retaliation. I had just confessed to everything. My own secret investigation, working with Howard and Steve's blood, which was in my hand right now. The smooth, cold glass against my fingertips. I wasn't meaning to cry, It kind of just happened. I didn't realize how much I missed Steve, But I know I have to move on. There are other men out there, or right in front of me...

I look up, peeking at everyone's faces. Dooley looked dumbfounded, Jack just looked confused, Jarvis looked more ashamed than anything, and Daniel...

Daniel.

I regret my decisions most when I look at him. Knowing that all of this had hurt him too. He had trusted me and I treated that like garbage. One of the only men in this world who believes in me, thinks I'm a traitor, a monster.

I bring myself to look at him. His face is indescribable. A mix of confusion, sadness, pain, and anger all show. Still, he still leaves me speechless when I see him, his face, usually so bright and cheerful, always cracking a joke, always showing a smile. None of that remained now, all gone without a trace.

I am responsible for that and it is killing me.

Before I know it, his eyes are on mine. I see for the first time the pain in his eyes, the betrayal. He looks away as fast as he started and returns his gaze to the floor, leaving me staring at him.

I have to get out of here, all the tension in the air is riding on my shoulders and I feel like I am bound to fall.

Daniel's pov

Peggy.

Peggy had just handed in Steve Rogers' blood

Her most prized possession.

Everyone knows her and Cap had a thing before he died. I had hoped she had moved on, but that's just irrational. They loved each other and that was painfully clear now that Peggy was crying over his blood. I had never seen her cry before so, this kinda meant a lot. Peggy didn't exactly strike you as an emotional person.

But she was crying over this, not having enough willpower to stop it. This really hit me where it hurt. Yes obviously I had a thing for Peggy, she was incredible in every single way. But then there is a problem.

Me...

Yes, Peggy was the best person God could dream up, but she would never choose me. Crip, injured, disabled, not-capable-of-anything me. Not after Steve. But what she had just told everyone, working against us... against me. That hurt me more than I thought.

But I can't stop thinking that brought this upon myself.

If I had just left that damn picture alone, None of this would have happened.
I wouldn't have figured out she was working with Stark.
I wouldn't have held a gun to her.
I wouldn't have let her go so easily.
And I wouldn't have finally arrested her.

I wouldn't have to see her the way I do now. A traitor. Even after her confession, I do believe her, but nothing changes the fact that she still worked against the SSR, even if it was for the best.

I can't shake that feeling that this was my fault. Yes, it was her decision to run her own investigation, but why would she do it? I could have been better, Made her want to stay in line. I could have offered to let her help, I could have made Dooley listen to her. I could have...

"I have to go for a second," Peggy mumbled, walking off and into the first room to her right. I see Thompson staring at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with all the emotions. Dooley, gasping for words. Jarvis, fiddling with his hands, eyes darting to every corner of the room. I find myself glancing from the group to the door Peggy just walked through. I take it upon myself to follow her.