camp lehigh

anonymous asked:

so steve and peggy knew each other/worked together for years, not months? because that would make way more sense, considering how deep their feelings seemed to run. i never did get why they were so intense if they only knew each other for a little time, but if it was years, then that explains it. do we have a timeline?

Yes! Steve and Peggy knew each other for almost two years before Steve died! Which is why it drives me nuts when people say they barely knew each other. The timeline isn’t well-explained in CATFA, but here’s my rundown of events: 

Steve is recruited by Erskine on June 14, 1943. The year is also confirmed by the newspaper in that scene. He meets Peggy a day later, when he arrives at Camp Lehigh for his training. It’s love at first sight for Steve, but it’s not long before Peggy starts noticing him, too:

(I should mention that the flag at Camp Lehigh says it’s 1942, so mistakes in the MCU are entirely possible. Moving on!).

Steve is chosen for the SuperSoldier project within a few days of arriving at camp. On the way to the operation, he and Peggy have a heartfelt talk about the discrimination they face in the military, and she begins to fall for him (…even though Steve tries to flirt with her but kind of insults her instead. Oh, Steve). But her crush is especially noticeable after the serum, because… well:

Yeah.

According to a newspaper in the film, Captain America is born on June 23, 1943! (Okay, technically it would be June 22 because the paper would be the next day, but semantics). It’s been 9 days since Steve was recruited, and 8 days since Steve and Peggy first met. Mutual crushes have been established!

After Erskine’s death, Steve tours the east coast of the USA and parts of Europe from July - October 1943, selling war bonds. Peggy is sent to London during this time, but it’s possible they kept in touch. Or, alternatively, the Captain America tour poster states he would be in “London, Bristol, Manchester, Allied Bases in Europe, and North Africa”, in that order, so maybe they met up in London before reuniting at the Allied Bases. Regardless, Peggy knows of Steve’s adventures and they’re comfortable with each other when we see them again in Azzano.

In early November 1943, Steve learns that Bucky has been captured by HYDRA and he and Peggy plan the illegal rescue mission. This is really the first time Steve and Peggy flirt with each other, not just little glances and smiles (”You’re late!” becomes their Thing). The day Steve brings Bucky home is November 24, 1943, according to Steve’s condolence letter:

Everyone moves to London a few days later. It’s here where things become serious: Peggy flirts with Steve while wearing the red dress, and they promise to go dancing after the war (which becomes a euphemism for their future, with ‘the right partner’ line). From the moment she walks into the bar wearing that dress, her eyes only for Steve… they’re going steady, in my mind. Especially because Steve tells Bucky “Maybe she’s got a friend”, as if he and Peggy are already together. It explains why Peggy is so pissed when she sees Steve kissing a woman in the bunker a few days later – she thought they were a done deal. At this point, they’ve known each other for five months (which is around the time you would get serious with someone. Just saying!).

From December 1943 onwards, Steve leads the Howling Commandos through all their famous missions. Peggy is part of this Special Ops team, shown in the wartime montage in CATFA. And Steve carries a photo of her in his compass, like she’s his Girl, so I’d say they’re serious about each other. 

Their time together is also mentioned in CATWS, in the video at the Smithsonian; Peggy talks about a mission they did together in the Winter of 1944. Plus she’s still upset talking about Steve, eight years after his death, which speaks volumes about their relationship:

So we can assume that they worked side-by-side for the entirety of 1944. Maybe they were in correspondence throughout each mission and met in London between them (going off the bombed-out pub scene)? Although I’m betting Peggy joined in on a few of those missions, too!

(BTW, by my best guess, Bucky dies around Feb-Mar 1945, but it’s completely up for debate. I know the Smithsonian tribute says he died in 1944, but… it doesn’t really fit with the timeline of CATFA, so I’m electing to ignore it).

Finally – Peggy and Steve share their first (and only) onscreen kiss right before Steve’s last mission, which is in 1945. We know this mostly from CATWS; Natasha teases Steve with “Was that your first kiss since 1945?”, which suggests it’s a known fact that Steggy macked (who knows - maybe Colonel Phillips wrote about it for the history books). Most people accept that VE Day in the MCU is the same as real life (May 8, 1945)… which means Steve probably died sometime in April 1945.

So! This means Steve and Peggy knew each other for almost 2 years (June 14, 1943 - April 1945), and were ‘going steady’ (or at least only had eyes for each other) for ~1.5 years. That’s a pretty long time, especially in the 1940s when most people were married within a year of ‘steady’ dating – even less during wartime. And while it was cool to casually date, it wasn’t cool to sleep around or even have makeout sessions, which weren’t popular until Car Culture in the 1950s. Many couples in the 1930-40s wouldn’t have done much with each other before their marriage night, even if they had been Serial Daters before getting together. 

So when people say “Steve and Peggy weren’t serious because they only kissed once!” …it’s not a valid argument, in my mind. TWO YEARS, MAN. That’s a longterm relationship!

Beginner fitness tip

Just so you know–

Getting started is the hardest part. Finding that initial motivation. Figuring out what to do, what will work, and what is worth the effort.

You know what is even harder? Getting started when you’re starting over.

When you’re beginning for the first time, each new day is likely to be the most “in shape” you have been, but when you’re starting over, you have to fight one of the most crippling mental obstacles there is– Ego.

You will be plagued by memories of when this was all so easy. You’ll think back to all of the amazing things you used to do and just how thoroughly you took it for granted. You’ll start to see just how all of your hard work was paying off and how long it took to get there, even when you didn’t notice the first time.

I will tell you this, though– Whether you’re starting from scratch, or if you’re trying to get back to where you were after an injury, too much off-time, or something else that caused you to fall from your former levels of fitness…

It is worth it. You can get it back, and better.

So go out there and do whatever you can. Make the changes where they’re needed, and get on the right track to the level of health that you want and need in order to live a long and healthy life. It will suck as first. It always does, but it will get easier each day, until you’ll be looking back and saying, “I can’t believe that I once had trouble with that!”

There’s no shame in difficulty. There is no shame in failure. The only shame is in never even trying.

“Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.” - Suzy Kassem

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End of the Year Challenge/2014 - Part Two: Top Ten Most Popular Tumblr Posts (x)

1. Winter Soldier’s Googly Eyes (113k+)

2. 4th of July - Captain America Edition (112k+)

3. Sparring Session Gone Wrong (50k+)

4. Loki Warns Midgard About Ragnarok (37k+)

5. Taking Little Steve to Comic Con (33k+)

6. S.H.I.E.L.D. Recess (32k+)

7. Bucky Goes Shopping (32k+)

8. Little Cap on Bucky’s Shoulders (12k+)

9. Trick or Treating CATWS Style (8k+)

10. Natasha’s Piggyback Ride (7k+)

Runners up:  Sassy Steve(7k+) and The Wiener Soldier(6k).

Masterlist

Marvel Imagines

X- Men One-Shots

Warren Worthington III/Angel

Broken Wings

Holding You Tight

Separated

Flirting Shamelessly

Cracking a Smile

Happy Birthday

Troublesome Wings

Finally Free

Facing Your Fears

The School Cupid

Memories

Please Remember

Anything For You

Stubborn

Avoidance

A Drunken Confession

It Was About Time

Are You Jealous?

You Can Stay

First Present

I Promise


Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

You Won’t Regret It

Bonding Over Music

Lip Synching

Jealousy

Cuddling

Knocking You Off Your Feet

Sunset

What Are Friends For?

Mistletoe


Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

No Matter What

Spider Dance

We Care For You

Snowed In

A Special Pair of Gloves


Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

How About a Game of Chess


Alex Summers/Havok

You’ll See

Slowing Time

You Mean More Than You Know

I’ll Help You


John Allerdyce/Pyro

Marshmallows Don’t Spontaneously Combust


Platonic X-Men x Reader

Break Free

Saving the World


X-Men Series’

Warren Worthington III/Angel

Of Lighters and Pianos Part 1

Of Lighters and Pianos Part 2

Of Lighters and Pianos Part 3


Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

School Dance Part 1

School Dance Part 2


Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Doing the Right Thing Part 1

Doing the Right Thing Part 2


Avengers One-Shots

Natasha/Black Widow

Church

Sleepless Nights and Paintings

Fall Out Boy and Set-Ups

Angel Wings

It’s a Date

Trust Me

Mermaid

Fever

Love and War

Messing with Science

Healing Touch

Mark My Words

I’ll Always Find You

Love Yourself

Warming You Up

Kitten Shenanigans

Surprising Tony

You Bet on Us?!

Letting Off Some Steam

Sleeping Heavily

No Cats

Homecoming

A Kiss Under the Stars

I Never Realized


Steve Rogers/Captain America

Late Night TV

Zygons at Camp Lehigh

You Can’t Give Up

Joey

I Got Lost


Peter Parker/Spider-Man

I’m Staying

…I’m Sick

Just Ask Him Out!

It’s Okay

You’re Safe Here

Why Is There a Dog in the Bathroom?

A Christmas Miracle

For No Reason

You’re a Superhero?!

Forgotten Portal

Dating Headcanons

Let me Help


Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Movie Night

Marry Me

I Heard You Were Sick


Loki

I think I Love You


Clint Barton/Hawkeye

I’ll Never Leave You


Bucky Barnes

Nightmare


Tony Stark/Iron Man

Comfort

Broken Glass

Just Like You

You Need Jesus


Harry Potter Imagines

Newt Scamander

A Very Sick Bowtruckle

We’ll Work on the Thievery

Happy Near Year

Recipe For Love Part 1

Recipe For Love Part 2

A Plan Gone Wrong

Kissing Headcanons

I’m Better Than You Think

In the Bloom of Life

Steggy Positivity Week, day 5
Prompt: Tropes, Kinks or Cliches 

Summary: Five times Steve gave Peggy flowers, and one time she gave one to him.

AO3 link here.


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It’s not the first time he’s seen anything green — he was a Fresh Air Fund kid for a couple of summers, and there’s Central Park, of course — but the lawn outside the barracks at Camp Lehigh is the first place where the green doesn’t really belong to anyone. There’s no groundskeeper, no housewife keeping a careful eye, and Steve doesn’t think anyone would even bother watering this spot, so he doesn’t feel bad about absently picking at the grass.

He’s not sure the sentry would agree about that, or even about him being outside instead of resting up for his big procedure tomorrow, though, so he makes sure to press into the shadows as a flashlight beam shines around.

“Best be quicker next time,” a voice says by his ear. “You would have been caught if Stokes were actually paying a bit of attention to his job.”

Steve scrambles up. “Agent Carter.” His eyes blur from looking into the light of the window where she’s framed, but he salutes quickly at the negative space where he knows she exists. “I was just looking to get some air.”

“Relax, Private.” She sounds vaguely amused. “I’m not looking to write you up. I think you’re entitled to a little relaxation.” After a very minor pause, not even long enough for him to think up a response, she adds, “I actually was coming to see if you were prepared for tomorrow.”

Steve shrugs. “No one’s given me any real details about what’s going to happen, so I don’t know how prepared I can be.”

“A fair point.”

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beautifulwhensarcastic  asked:

To celebrate steggy week AND your hard work on exams - AU in which Peggy and Steve study for exams! :)

Steggy Positivity Week 2017  |   Day 04 (Tuesday): Modern Day


Peggy read the sentence for a fourth time. It wasn’t going in, nothing was bloody going in.

She hadn’t had to study for an exam in over seventy years. The fact that she’d been cryogenically frozen for a good portion of that time was beside the point, she was too old for exams.

But it was S.H.I.E.L.D. policy that all agents take an exam every three years that was designed to test theoretical knowledge of espionage, law-enforcement and counter-terrorism, and show a solid understanding of all S.H.I.E.L.D. standard procedures.

It was a bullshit new policy.

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[…] Back at Camp Lehigh. I was just a kid in short pants when dad first showed me the place, but I didn’t get to stay a kid for long. Dad died in a training exercise back in ’37… just before Christmas. I spent the next three years trying to be him. They tell me I was better.

I was good enough to catch the attention of the brass, tough enough that they gave me a mask and made me Steve Rogers’ partner. For four years, I played Bucky to his Captain America. Four years of fighting nazis and defying death. I loved it a lot more than I should have.

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YO SO THE SCENE IN CAP 2 WHERE STEVE AND NAT ARE AT CAMP LEHIGH AND THE PLACE GETS BOMBED SKY HIGH WITH THEM INSIDE WAS ORIGINALLY INTER CUT WITH STEVE’S MEMORIES OF CRASHING THE VALKYRIE I WANT TO DIE THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE

cap 2 could have fucked me up even more than it already did: the blog

ca:civil war trailer-inspired headcanon

Okay, okay, I know I am NOT ALLOWED ON TUMBLR RN but, like, look guys the CW trailer came out and I had to just swing by to check and-

HEADCANON TIME

So, basically, we see from the trailer that Bucky can now recall lots of details about Steve and that is essentially how he proves to Steve that he is no longer the Winter Soldier. He can remember the past and he remembers Steve and everything is good in that area.

BUT- what if he only remembers Steve. That is, what if Steve was the one safe thing that he can allow himself to remember, that hasn’t been completely corrupted by Hydra and so he knows everything about Steve (and he spends hours repeating those facts over and over because those are the things he wants to remember, if he says them loud enough – Steve used to ace spelling quizzes, teachers used to try to get Steve to stay late so the kids wouldn’t have the chance to pick on him, Steve stuffed his shoes with newspaper and extra rags in his pockets – if he says them loud enough, he could drown out mission details that are constantly running through his head, names that he is supposed to get to, facts and figures about guns that he doesn’t want to know) and he knows somethings about himself in relation to Steve but he-

He doesn’t let himself remember facts about just him. Doesn’t let himself or maybe can’t because Hydra has twisted them and maybe the Winter Soldier was based off his own personality, his own violence and-

He keeps it to Steve. He knows who Steve is and he knows who he is when he’s with Steve.

No personal details.

And I’d imagine that he limps along like this for a while. Steve is the only one who would notice and when he is with Steve, he is fine.

(When Steve hits his shoulder like that, he is supposed to duck his chin and roll his eyes; when they get a chance to be in a car, he makes sure to put on old timey jazz; when they fight together, he has to make sure the other guy comes after him more…)

So he’s fine and there’s fighting and craziness and he doesn’t have time to worry about it.

And then, after maybe (or maybe during), something simple happens. Something like- They are eating breakfast at a little diner and Bucky grins and tells the waitress “I’ll have what he’s having” with a nod to Steve and Steve doesn’t notice because he’s in the middle of a story or a call with Nat and the food comes – waffles topped with strawberries and blueberries – and Bucky digs in, but Steve hesitates and-

“Buck,” Steve says and the note of alarm in his voice is enough to send Bucky’s fork clattering to its plate.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You hate strawberries,” Steve says. And Bucky can’t figure out if it is question or suspicion in his voice and he freezes because he doesn’t know how to explain that he didn’t bother recalling any of his personal preferences, not when they don’t matter – not after what he’s done – not when going back to his own past might call up something-

“Oh,” he says and he is surprised to realize that it’s true. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the tart flavor bursting across his tongue, he just hadn’t considered being able to change it and didn’t think that it mattered but Steve is still looking at him with concern and he has to do something and- “Right. Uh- I didn’t actually hear what you ordered. When I said to get me the same.”

Steve still makes no move to eat his own food.

“My mistake,” Bucky says, picking up his fork and diving back in. He shrugs with one shoulder – the same move he uses when Steve is worried he’s hurt – “Not gonna waste it, though, right? People these days waste too much.”

It’s a common complaint between them and Steve nods and it’s a bit stilted but he picks up his fork and starts eating and Bucky remembers the steps to this dance well enough and has even picked up a few new steps these past weeks and-

There. Crisis averted.

Except, obviously, something that big – that Bucky doesn’t remember anything about himself – that can’t stay hidden forever.

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dreaminglikeeames-deactivated20  asked:

steve and peggy headcanon

  • first and foremost, they were absolutely together during the war. did you see the way they looked at each other? there’s no way they weren’t
  • they actually danced a lot during the war, even though no one saw them. peggy would sometimes pull him in after a late-night briefing or on missions, while the commandos slept. it tended to be pretty tame, lots of swaying back and forth and spinning. steve especially liked to twirl peggy around and watch her curls fly. (when peggy finds herself in the future somehow, steve is the one who pulls her close and whirls her around whatever room they are in)
  • in every version of his uniform, steve has a special pocket that holds his compass next to his heart, and the weight of it is reassuring against his chest, like peggy is beside him with every breath he takes. when he gets knocked down in a battle, that is what helps him stand up again.
  • peggy and steve are really bad at separating what is personally and professionally appropriate in really weird ways. they bicker about laundry and dishes and whose turn it is to take out the trash in the middle of missions, much to the frustration of everyone who works with them, and then they clean and repair their gear on the dining room table, right next to their dinner, usually.
  • the annual carter-rogers push up contest. one year, natasha actually sold tickets. dugan did the same thing during the war.
  • neither of them cook (or cook well, anyway), so they eat a lot of takeout and frozen dinners (until the avengers stage an intervention and all crowd into their tiny kitchen and watch as sam and, surprisingly, tony, show them how to live off of things they prepare themselves)
  • peggy taught every single one of the avengers the “star spangled man with a plan” song and routine, and one night, during a team get together, they spontaneously burst into song and dance, until steve is fire engine red and peggy is on the floor laughing so hard she’s crying
  • steve and peggy have many comfortable silences. during the war, most of the time they spent together was around other people, so they got used to just sharing space and enjoying each others’ presence, which has continued into the present. they arent overly demonstrative of their relationship, but it’s rare to see one of them without the other nearby
  • whatever brought peggy to the future/somewhere within the many years she lived led to her losing that photograph of pre-serum steve from camp lehigh. she makes steve draw one just like it for her, and she pulls it out before every mission to remind herself of everything she gets to come home to
  • they smile a lot. they cry sometimes. they laugh a lot more. they are happy.

I wrote a (somewhat pointless) thing! AU where Steve and Bucky don’t grow up together, and therefore don’t meet until the events of TWS; 3.8k.

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The first thing Steve learns about the Winter Soldier, besides the fact that he’s fast, strong, and stabby, is that his eyes are a delicate shade of blue-grey.

Sea-grey, to be exact—cloud-grey, storm-tossed—and altogether more vivid and expressive than they have the right to be. It makes Steve curious about what the rest of his face looks like. It makes him rip the muzzle off. It makes him ask—baffled, because those eyes are not the eyes of a mindless murder machine—“Why are you with Hydra? What’ve they got on you?”

It makes the Soldier stare at him, equally perplexed, as if this is the first time in decades anyone has spoken to him from one human to another.

It changes everything.

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pants on fire

Also, some nonsense for @saltdryad. Sorry your day has sucked xxx

The Captain America exhibition at the Smithsonian, like many permanent exhibitions, starts to get regular attendees. People come for the atmosphere, or the history, or the sense, albeit fleetingly, of being close to a legend.

People also come for Jim the tour guide. 

He’s one of five or so that are on rotation: God knows how he got hired, though, because while the other four are professional, respectful, and informative, Jim has a very unique style.

Jim tells blatant lies.

“Here we can see Captain America’s favourite breakfast.” He stands next to an grenade, a dud from Camp Lehigh. “Ate six of these before starting out every morning.”

Next up, a video of Peggy Carter, speaking slowly and seriously to camera, Forties glamour faded but not yet gone.

“Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter was a direct descendent of Queen Boudicca. Ripped the top off a tank once. Didn’t even smudge her lipstick.”

The tour groups love it. It’s a miracle he hasn’t been fired.

After a month, Jim’s packing up at the end of the day (Stan the security guard’s going to take over and they can talk, for a bit at least, about sports and the state of kids these days) when a straggler from the group approaches him.

Jim?” says Steve, crossing his arms. Bucky shrugs.

“I figured you guys’d find me eventually, no matter what I called myself.” He nods at the exhibition. “Nice show they’ve put up for you.”

“I dunno.” Steve looks back, hands on hips. “Personally, I’d fire that lousy tour guide.”

Disposable Phones and I Love You’s : Steve Rogers/Captain America

Originally posted by blackinjustice

Author’s Note: I’m so hoping that this gif is working. I can’t even keep my eyes open right now. I know it’s also somewhat short, but I wanted it to be right to the point <:

Word Count: 1,245

Angst (sorta) Fluff (sure) 



Request: Anon

Your stories are wonderful! Whenever you tost a new one, it just makes my day. I was wondering if I could send in a request? Steve has a girlfriend during WS and can’t help but worry about her while he’s trying to lay low. Thank you!

Dear anon babe, I am so sorry for taking so long on your request. I hope you see this and I really certainly do hope you enjoy it. I hope that your day is also going wonderfully


The fire, it consumed everything in its path. The once standing training camp was now burning its way to the ground. Along side it was the memories of a past life, ones with a once frail Steve Rogers and his dreams of fighting for his country.

Ringing from the explosions at Camp Lehigh were still burying into Steve’s head as he carried Natasha’s unconscious body away. He didn’t dare look back at the place he once held dear to him.

The track back to D.C. was going to be a treacherous one with Hydra constantly looking out for them. Yet Steve’s head was elsewhere, his safety was nothing to him as the only thought consuming his entire being was you. He was terrified that they would come for you, hurting you in unspeakable ways that the Devil himself would be terrified of.


The sun was just rising in the nation’s capital. Its warm amber rays coating the now waking city.

Natasha had awoken hours ago; insisted that she was fine and that she could walk on her own. Steve had warily agreed with letting her back on her feet. He still had to hold out his arm for her a few times as they made their way to the only place Steve could think of.

His scuffed up knuckles softly knocked at the windowed door. The two waited, still on high alert as if in any moment a danger were to come to them.

A click could be heard coming from the other side of the door. The man Steve had met only by jogging was the only person he could trust at that moment.

“Hey man.” Sam’s face was mixed with both worry and confusion.

“I’m sorry about this, we need a place to lay low.”

Nat looked up at Sam, “Everyone we know is trying to kill us.”

Sam looked between both Steve and Nat, “Not everyone.” He moved out of the way to allow the pair inside his home.


The cold water was only numbing the pain and worry he felt in his heart. Steve looked up at himself in the mirror, dirt smudges and frown lines was more than apparent on his face. A laugh almost made its way to his lips from how he looked, you would have scolded him by now with how filthy he was. Steve would then cheekily ask you to join him the shower, you in turn would smack him with a towel…

“Oh my god, Steve, you look awful!” You were laughing loudly as you watched Steve busy himself inside the bathroom.

He looked up from the shower rack filled with your shared bath essentials. “Well hello to you too. I just got back from training.”

“Was the training at a farm this time?” You joked.

Steve smiled and shook his head, “Where else would it be?” Your laughter filled the small space once more. “Would you care to join me, Miss L/N?” A small gasp came bubbling from your mouth, Steve’s face was redder than a tomato from his boldness.

“My, my Steve! Getting quite fresh there, are ya?” You grabbed a towel from the counter and whacked him playfully. “How about you start up the shower and I’ll get the fancy shampoo.”

“The one that smells like roses with lavender pieces in it?” Steve questioned your retreating body, he could hear another laugh from you before your answer.

“I’m offended you even questioned me!”

Steve!” His head snapped towards the voice right beside him. Nat stood there, worry flashing through her eyes as she watched Steve come back down to Earth.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, she only shook her head as she made her way out of the bathroom.

“I asked if you were alright.” He was silent as he followed her out, she took his lack of words as his answer. “Come on, Sam said he made breakfast.”


The trio sat in silence as they all picked at their food. Recent events of what happened plagued both Nat and Steve’s minds. Yet she new not only what had happened at the camp was not the only thing on his.

Sam watched Steve continually pick at his food, his head sometimes lowering to look at what he saw as a phone. “Everything okay?” When he didn’t answer, Sam looked over at Nat for help. She placed her fork down and cleared her throat.

“Steve, what’s going on?” She knew exactly what was going on, but Nat needed the conformation so she could handle it properly.

“Y/N.” She goes silent, now understanding immediately on why he was acting so strangely.

Sam quirks an eyebrow, “Y/N?”

Nat leans in and not so secretly whispered, “Y/N is Steve’s girlfriend, he’s worried that they might come for her…”

“You’re right, I’m worried they might come for her… Hell I know my Y/N, she can handle her own just fine. But I need to make sure she’s alright.” Everything is silent once again between the trio, they all are racking their brains for any solutions for the heart heavy captain. “I can’t use my phone or Nat’s, they can easily trace it and find out it’s me and where I’m at.” Steve explained tiredly.

Sam had shot out of his seat and raced towards what the two figured as his bedroom.

Nat and Steve sat there, hoping that for whatever reason made Sam race off was for their solution. Their minds eased slightly when seeing him walk out, a Blackberry in hand. “Now this, this is why I always keep disposables with me. They won’t be able to trace this, trust me. The girl at the front desk helped me with that.”

Steve clasped a grateful hand on Sam’s shoulder as he grabs the phone. Steadily he dials in your phone number. He prays to anyone listening out there that you would answer his call.

He was beginning to lose hope as the phone kept ringing. The last light of it almost died until he heard your voice come through.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Steve let out an audible sigh. “Oh god, you’re alright.”

“S-Steve?”

“Hey, honey.” He whispered.

“Oh my god, Steve! Where the fuck are you! I’m worrying myself sick here.”

Steve could hear your soft cries emit from the phone. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I can’t come home for awhile, I can’t really explain why at the moment. But I need you to leave and hide, remember where to go?” The only answer he was getting was your cries getting louder by the second. Steve looked at Nat and Sam for help, they only shrugged their shoulders back at him. “Y/N, honey?”

“I - I can’t leave you, Steve. I’ll help fight if you want-“

“No!” His voice had effectively cut you off, “I need you to be safe. Please Y/N, I’m not the only one worried. I need you to stay away as far as possible, I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you…” He could hear a few more sniffles emit from the phone.

“Fine, but you better promise me that you’ll come back in one piece, alive.”

“I promise.” There’s a silence between the two lovers, he’s contemplating whether or not to leave it at that or speak more. Steve makes his choice when speaking once again, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Steve. Now go kick some ass.”


ONE MORE REQUEST AND THEN YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSSSS 

It means I’ll reblog au’s and prompts and then the fanfic comes to us.

See you guys on the flip side <3

~Widow 

A Happy Halloween--Steggy drabble

As usual, I’m a day late and a dollar short!. Here’s a little Steggy drabble about Halloween. All you need to know is that Peggy’s been brought from the past to be with Steve. They’re married, and Halloween is approaching. Hope you enjoy it!

A Happy Halloween

On a fine Saturday morning in early fall, Peggy and Steve had just managed to cook themselves a very respectable, and even partially decadent hot breakfast. They had used a truly astonishing number of pans, bowls, and utensils, which were now scattered about the sunny kitchen as they sat down to enjoy the results. Peggy started to open a pile of yesterday’s mail methodically with a letter opener. “Peg, you should eat your breakfast while it’s hot. We have all day to go through the mail,” Steve chided.

“I will, darling,” she answered, taking a bite of her eggs. Steve had started to read the front page of the newspaper. His hair was still mussed from sleep, and when she looked across the table at him, she brushed her bare foot across his under the table. He looked up at her, a smile spreading across his face. Peggy sighed softly; she wondered if his smile would ever fail to make her melt.

As she sorted through the mail, a thick black envelope caught her eye, addressed to “Captain and Mrs. Rogers,” in a florid gold calligraphic script.

“It looks like we’ve been invited to a Halloween party,” Peggy said, as she looked at the contents of the envelope.

“Whose party is it?” Steve said, barely looking up from the newspaper.

“Tony’s. It sounds like fun.”

“You’re not seriously thinking of going.”

“Now that I’ve gotten my footing a bit in the 21st century, don’t you think a party would be fun? I haven’t been to a real party in ages, at least not one that I really enjoyed, since before WWII, in fact.”

“I don’t think you want to start with one of Tony’s parties. They’re a little bit–or a lot–over the top. Hasn’t Natasha ever told you about the one where he showed her how to shoot his palm gauntlets and basically destroyed his own house?”

“I don’t know, that sounds like a memorable party.”

Their conversation wandered to other topics as they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Steve had cleared the table, and Peggy was filling the sink with water when his attention returned to the invitation again. He picked it up and glanced at it. “You didn’t say that this was a costume party.”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that?”

“Yes. And I’m not dressing up.”

“But it says there’s no admittance without a costume. They won’t let you in.”

“I’d like to see anyone try to keep me out of somewhere I want to go. You’re not really going to dress up, are you?”

“Unlike you, I respect traditions, even when they’re not my own. If it says fancy dress, then fancy dress it is.”

“Actually I don’t see the words ‘fancy dress’ anywhere on here,” he quipped, setting the invitation back down on the pile of mail and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Very funny. You know what I mean.”

“So what would you dress up as?”

“Didn’t you read the fine print? It said to come as your favorite hero. I was thinking of asking Natasha to lend me one of her outfits, but it would probably be too tight on me. What do you think?” she asked innocently.

“I think that if you put on a skintight leather jumpsuit,” he said, kissing her neck, “we’ll never make it out to any party.”

“Oh Captain Rogers, what are you implying?” she teased, easing slightly away from him long enough to untie her robe, then touching her body to his, her hips pressed hard against him.

He didn’t answer her question as his mouth was otherwise occupied. She hooked a leg around his waist, and he immediately read her intention, and slid his hands along her thighs and under her to support her weight. She gave a little shriek of delight as he lifted her easily off the ground. She wrapped her other leg around him and he carried her back to the bedroom that they had left scarcely an hour before.

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Peggy RSVP'ed yes to the invitation, much to Steve’s dismay and Tony’s delight. Over the course of the next several weeks, every time the topic of the party came up, he asked her what she was going to dress up as, and every time she gave him a different answer. She said she was going to borrow some of Barton’s arrows, or Sam’s wings, or that Tony had an extra suit he didn’t need. At one point she asked him some very specific details about his “star-spangled man with a plan” USO uniform, although he was pretty sure she was just trying to scare him. She wouldn’t do something like that, would she? Just to be on the safe side, he had refused to answer.

Steve continued to insist that he wasn’t going to dress up at all.

In addition to their home in Brooklyn, Peggy and Steve had quarters at the Avengers tower for those times when work, a crisis, or just Tony Stark kept them at work late, which was often. The night of the party, Peggy had insisted on meeting Steve there after work, saying that she had a few things to take care of for her costume. “I’ll see you there at eight, darling, and don’t be late,” she said with a wink.

He opened the door of the apartment a few minutes before eight, feeling a little sick to his stomach. Although he had said repeatedly that he was not coming in costume, he had not entirely been telling the truth. It wasn’t a costume, exactly. But once the idea had occurred to him, he couldn’t let it go. He wasn’t sure how she would react.

He didn’t see her in the apartment, although the lights were on. He heard a noise coming from the bedroom. “Peggy?” He called.

“I’ll be out in a minute. Just wait in the living room.”

He turned out the light and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the view without the glare. Then he closed his eyes, silently thankful to be here with her. They had been together in the present day for six months now, and he hadn’t taken a moment for granted.

A tap on his shoulder startled him out of his reverie. It was mostly dark, and for a moment he thought his eyes were playing a trick on him. She was wearing a neatly pressed khaki shirt and pants with a matching tie. It was a private’s uniform, exactly like the one he had worn on the day he had gotten Erskine’s serum. “Peggy…you…”

“Do you like my costume, darling? It’s historically accurate, Private Steve Rogers, Camp Lehigh, circa 1943. He’s always been my hero.”

He couldn’t say anything, so he just crushed her to him. After a few minutes, he slowly let go of her, wiping his eyes.

“I see I’m not the only one in uniform,” she said, stepping away a little to look at him, and wiping tears from her eyes, too. He was in his classic olive drab Ike jacket and trousers, a light khaki shirt and dark tie. “But where are your Captain’s bars–” she started to ask. He watched her eyes go from his shoulders, where his silver Captain’s bars should be, to his chest, where there were no medals in evidence, to his upper lapels, which were missing the U.S. pins. The only insignia on the entire uniform were the SSR pins on the lower lapels. Her eyes then took in his sidearm, a Walter PPK. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, she realized: he was wearing her uniform.

“I came as my hero, Peggy Carter, minus the red lipstick. I had to draw the line somewhere.”

“Oh, Steve,” she said as she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to her.

After they had both composed themselves and scolded each other for keeping secrets, Peggy slid her hands slowly over his chest. “You know, if you want red lipstick on you, darling, anywhere on you, all you have to do is ask,” she said, kissing him. “In fact, you don’t even have to ask.”

Steve shuddered slightly.

They didn’t make it to the party on time, but it was a very happy Halloween.