Translations for Irish will be at the end
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Peggy's PoV
"Dugan, go! I'll cover you!" Peggy shouted over the roar of bullets that echoed throughout the cold concrete corridor.
"No! I'm not going without you!" He yelled back.
Dugan peered around the corner of the remains of the wall they were hiding behind, letting his fair share of bullets fly.
"Dugan," Peggy said sternly, her voice filled with authority.
She flashed him a look that said "don't mess with me right now or I swear, I will kill you myself" as he rested his back against their shielding slab of icy concrete.
Peggy sighed and turned around, her knees resting against the ground, as she pointed her gun and fired, not even blinking as the bullets flew from the chamber.
She turned back, reloading her gun, when Dum Dum Dugan pipped up.
"What would Cap say if I left his best girl behind?" He asked simply.
Suddenly, there was a blur of red, white and blue before Captain America ran and crouched beside them, watching his shield fly.
"He'd say-"
Steve stood up catching his shield in his arm before crouching down again and looking at the two.
"-Do as Peggy says," the Captain finished, a small smile forming on his face.
Peggy couldn't help the small tug that pulled her lips upwards, despite their situation.
Dugan sighed to Peggy's left, causing her to break eye contact with Steve and see him shaking his head.
"What?" Peggy asked, confused by Dum Dum's tutting.
"Nothin'. I'm gonna do what I'm told for once and leave you lovebirds to finish this."
Dugan crouching onto his hunkers, ready to run towards the whole in the wall that he had made earlier.
"Cover me," he said, before making his move, firing and running towards his escape route as Peggy shot at the Hydra agents and Steve threw his shield and wiped out his gun to do the same. Once their friend was safely out, the two hid behind the slab and took some deep breaths as they reloaded their guns, their breathing slightly laboured.
Peggy clipped a new magazine into her gun before turning back to Steve, following his moments and getting into a crouch and facing their wall of protection.
"Ready?" Steve asked quietly, despite the roar of bullets.
Peggy nodded her head.
"Ready."
Steve counted them down on his fingers.
Three.
Two.
One.
They both stood up, guns firing before they were even fully standing.
Peggy's finger was wrapped around the trigger of her gun, pulling it back again and again as she moved.
The two moved together, covering each other as they went. They worked like clockwork, knowing exactly how the other worked and ready to counter and defend their moves.
Fire. Duck. Move. Cover. Duck. Fire. Move.
They scrambled through the hole in the wall, a group of Hydra agents on their tails as they ran towards the truck that was waiting her them.
Peggy's body screamed at her to stop, to take a break before it crumbled from exhaustion, but she couldn't stop.
Stopping meant endangering her and the others.
Stopping meant something worse than death.
She knew she had to make it. She had to make it for herself, for the others, for Steve. She just hoped her legs wouldn't give out before she got to the truck.
It felt like an impossible distance, as if the truck was driving away from her making the distance bigger, even though it wasn't moving.
She could do this. She had to do this.
She clenched her teeth together, ignoring the screeches coming from her body and clouding her mind, as she broke into a sprint.
She had to sprint. What else do you do when you're trying to outrun bullets.
Steve reached the truck shortly before her, his long legs and Super Soldier body meaning that he could have reached it an age before, but he had matched her pace so as not to leave her behind.
He scrambled in ahead, taking her hands as she reached him. Steve pulled her in quickly, away from the bullets that ricocheted off the side of the truck. As he pulled her in, he slipped off the edge of the truck which he sat on, landing hard on his back, Peggy on top of him.
Her hands went straight to his chest as she tied to stop her full weight from falling onto him, as they crashed to the floor of the truck.
Peggy tried to catch her breath, her body almost giving up and letting her fall completely on Steve. The only thing keeping her upright was her attempt to breathe.
The cold air seared her trachea on its way to her lungs, making her focus in her breathing as the effort to get oxygen had double.
Peggy's eyes dropped to Steve, who still lay below her, giving her a moment to breathe. She smiled down at him, despite her exhaustion and her lack of breath.
They were okay.
Steve wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down against his chest and holding her close. Peggy rested her head against his strong chest, allowing herself to breathe in his smell as he smoothed back her hair. She could hear the steady beat of his heart, beating only slightly faster than normal, despite the long run they had just completed. They just lay there, happy in the others arms as they held each other tight.
Or at least that was until someone wolf whistled, pulling them back to reality. Peggy quickly clambered off Steve and sat on one of the cold metal benches that lined the walls of the truck, a blush spreading across her cheeks as the Commandos howled with laughter. Steve remained on the floor, moving slightly so that he was sitting up, his back resting against the bench Peggy sat on. As Peggy watched, she noticed that he had become incredibly interested in his hands.
Peggy sighed, turning to her left to see Dugan clutching his sides with laughter. His bowler hat was askew as his body shook.
She sent him a glare, which only made him laugh for. Getting fed up at this point, she drew her arm across her body and then swung back, digging her elbow into his side, hearing a satisfying wince from her friend. She felt a smile tug at her lips as his laughter died down, but when she let her eyes move back to the Commando, she saw him wiggle his eyes brows at her.
Peggy scoffed, turning away from him and folding her arms across her chest, a shiver moving from her underwear line up to her neck as she leaned back against the icy metal of the truck wall.
She saw movement out of the corner of her eye as Dugan leaned over to her, to whisper something in her ear.
"Steve and Peggy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-"
"Shut up, Dugan," Peggy said with a smile as she playfully shoved him away, a slight pink tinge forming on her cheeks.
She breathed out a deep sigh, watching as her breath hung in the hair, collecting like a cloud in front of her. It was surprising that something so tranquil and peaceful as this could happen in a place that Peggy could only associate with missions and chaos.
The USSR.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had information that there was a warehouse of sorts in the North East where some old HYDRA blueprints and files had been stored and long forgotten.S.H.I.E.L.D. had the mission almost down to a "t". Almost.
Colonel Phillips' orders rang out in her head as if he was beside her.
"Get in, get the files and get out. I'm serious, Carter. No funny business. We don't want any trouble on this one. They can't know you are there."
Peggy nodded, turning towards the door to go and get ready for the seemingly easy mission ahead with her when the Colonel pipped up again.
"Stay safe and take care of those boys. Don't take any of their bullshit. And come back alive. The war is over, Agent, so let's keep the number of death letters that I have to write after this one to a minimum. This one'll be easy so just be easy in that trigger if yours," he said with a slight smile.
"Yes, Sir."
"Alright. Go on and take care of yourself. I expect a full debrief when you get back. Dismissed."
Peggy walked out of the mission room, her head held high.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
It wasn't a case of get in and get out, nor was it easy or mildly simple.
The place had been swarming with HYDRA Agents. I suppose they would have expected it, had they known that it wasn't a practically empty and forgotten warehouse, but a HYDRA training camp.
Maybe they should have aborted the mission when they realised what it was, but even if they had done so, they would have been seen and the files moved immediately, ruining their chances of defeating the dreaded organisation once and for all. They couldn't chance it. They had to complete the mission once they had started, no matter what.
That meant wounding and killing people. Lots of people. More people than any of them had killed since the war.
As Peggy thought about it, a thought struck her. Of course HYDRA had training camps, S.H.I.E.L.D. did too, but this camp was almost bursting with people. Peggy didn't like to think it, but it was a sight you would have expected to see during the war as people were trained as quickly as possible so that they were ready to fight. The only difference was that the war was over, so why was HYDRA training this new wave of Agents? What were they planning that S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't know about?
Peggy shivered again, was it because of the polar air seeping through her black combat clothes or because of the question that had just formed in Peggy's, she wasn't sure, but she wrapped her arms around herself nonetheless.
It was only as she moved slightly in the bench because her arse was becoming numb that she noticed the blanket across her knees. She looked around the truck, seeing Jones, Morita and Dernier speaking in hushed voices over a game of cards, while Dugan sat beside Peggy, his hat covering his face as his head rested against the truck wall. Falsworth was up the front, taking his turn to drive, albeit unwillingly.
"Morita figured it would be a long drive so he borrowed some blankets," a voice said quietly beside her.
Peggy turned to see Steve sitting beside her, his head resting against the truck wall, his bright blue eyes trained on her.
"But you don't have one," Peggy pointed out as she noticed all the other commandos had one, except for Steve.
"I didn't want one."
Peggy nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around herself as she looked back towards the card game.
"Did you get the blueprints in the end?" Steve asked quietly.
She let her eyes linger on her friends for a moment before turning back to Steve.
"Hmm? Oh yes. Yes, I did."
Peggy zipped her jacket halfway down to reach the files that she had stuffed in there earlier. She gritted her teeth as the freezing air stabbed at the skin if her neck and the her top almost like small sharp knives. She grabbed the files, pulling them out before quickly zipping up her jacket again and wrapping the blanket around her.
A violent shiver had taken over her body, but she didn't notice as she began looking through the files and blueprints. It was only when Steve pulled the blanket tighter around her, that she realised that he had moved closer to her. Steve wrapped his arm around Peggy's shoulder, as he tried to heat her up. Peggy willingly leaned into his side, welcoming the heat that was coming from his body.
"Better?" Steve asked as he held her close, allowing her to absorb some of his head.
Peggy just nodded, the chatter of her teeth quieting slightly.
She dug her hands out from under the blanket, bring the files with her as she continued to lean into Steve's side. Peggy began flicking through them, trying to make sense of them. They were in both German and Russian, but what she could make from some of the messy handwriting was that it was mostly to do with some kind of a machine. Some pages were maps, some were blueprints for weapons or parts of different machines, but one that stood out was a sketch of what looked like an operating table and a metal chair, with restraints for arms, legs and even the neck. If anything it looked torturous, especially the attachments on other pages, one of which made bile rise up Peggy's throat. It was a strange shape, but the more she looked at it, the more she could see the two pieces of metal coming together, fitting perfectly in the shape of a ball, or more likely a human head.
Peggy took a deep breath, flicking through some more pages before sighing. She zipped down her jacket, stuffed the files back inside, and zipped it up again, placing her hand over her face.
From what Peggy could see in that quick scan, HYDRA were past using normal torture methods now. They had taken a new, more horrific and disturbing step in their method of interrogation and who knew who they were planning on using it on.
Peggy would go through the files later with Howard. With the help of the lab workers they should be able to figure out what HYDRA had built before they got to use it, or so she hoped.
She looked back and saw Steve, his eyes closed, his head resting against the wall and his lips slightly parted.
Peggy smiled at how relaxed and peaceful he looked, not to mention handsome. She adjusted her blanket so that it covered both her and Steve before leaning back into his side and resting her head against his shoulder, his body heat keeping her warm.
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"Do you think it'll happen before the month is out?"
"Are you serious? Cap won't have the balls to ask her out."
"Willin' to put your money where your mouth is, Falsworth?"
"You're on, Dugan."
Peggy stirred at the sound of the hushed debate, but even in her sleepy state, she still picked up some of what they were saying.
She opened one eye, her curiosity getting the better of her, but not enough to open them both as sleep threatened to pull her back into a sea of dreams. She didn't move, not wanting to shake off the sense of calm that sleep had brought as she let her eye focus.
She could make out a huddle of the commandos at the other end of the truck despite the lack of lighting on the darkening truck.
"I want it. I say they are going strong by Christmas, but Peggy asks first," Jones said, joining in the discussion.
"Alright. I'm stickin' by Cap. He asks by the end of the month," Dugan's voice carried to where Peggy was, still wrapped in the blanket with Steve.
"How much?"
"Are they really doing this? Oh for Pete's sake!" Peggy thought to herself.
A heated argument began over how much the Commandos would pay and Peggy couldn't help but roll the one eye she had open. After a few moments of hushed debates, she saw Falsworth throw his hands up in exasperation.
"Fine," he said, rather loudly, before getting hushed by the rest of the Commandos. "Fine," he said a little more quietly.
Peggy internally sighed, closing her eyes and snuggling back into Steve's side.
"I hate you all," she said quietly, but loud enough that she knew they would hear her.
A silence took over the truck and Peggy couldn't help but smile as she imagined the horrified looks on their faces before sleep consumed her.
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"Peg?"
"No," she muttered sleepily, snuggling into her pillow.
"Sweetheart?" Someone whispered
"Shhhh. A few more minutes, please. I need to... Hmmm," Peggy whispered back, still half asleep.
"Peggy, we're here," Steve's voice spoke softly into her ear.
She groaned softly, blinking a few times to get her eyes to focus. As it turned out, she wasn't in bed, but in the truck and her pillow wasn't a pillow, but Steve's chest.
"What?" She asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eye as she sat up.
"We have to get on the plane," he explained. "I would have carried you, but I didn't think you'd appreciate it, especially in front of the Commandos," he finished quietly as they stood up.
Peggy nodded, stifling a yawn as she felt her jacket to make sure the files were still there. She moved to the end of the truck and jumped down, joining Steve who was waiting for her.
"Thank you," she said in a hushed tone as they walked towards the plane.
"Not a problem, ma'am," he replied with a sweet smile.
As they boarded the plane, the roar of the engines started, telling them that they would be leaving soon.
It was a small enough plane, so when Steve walked to the back of the cargo hold, Peggy didn't hesitate in following. At least this way she might get some sleep without being interrupted by the Commandos arguing. She sat down beside the Captain and sighed, watching the Commandos take their seats as they got ready to take off.
They were lucky this time. They hadn't lost anyone. No death letters would be going out because if this mission. There was just a whole lot of bullet grazes, bumps, cuts and bruises. It could have been a hell of a lot worse.
Peggy turned back to Steve and saw him smiling like a dork, his back resting against the back wall of the cargo hold so that he faced her completely.
"What?" She asked, turning so that she also faced him and crossing her legs so that she could sit more comfortably.
"I was just thinkin', remember how Seán, the owner of Murphy's told us about the thing in the Irish neighbourhood every so often?"
"Yes..." Peggy replied slowly as she thought back to the curly haired, freckle faced man with his strong Irish accent.
"Well, tomorrow is the third Thursday of the month, so I was wondering' if you wanna go?" He asked, his eyes flickering from her face, to his hands and back again.
"Yes, that sounds great!" She said, suddenly excited despite being so tired.
"What is it called again? A celum? A cakedum? A calour? What does one wear to a... A thingamajig? Oh Crikey O'Reilly," Peggy thought.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"What does one wear to a... A celum? Or is it a caketum?"
Steve raised an eyebrow at her as she tried to figure out which one it was.
"What? Oh, a Ceili? It's casual enough. A casual dress I suppose. It's not real fancy, just as long as you're comfortable and you can dance in your shoes," he said with a lopsided grin that melted Peggy's heart and sent the butterflies in her stomach up the walls.
"Okay. It's a date," she said, a bright smile spreading across her face.
"It's a date."
She scooted closer to him, moving her legs so that she was sitting beside him, and took his hand him hers.
Steve began humming a song softly as Peggy played with his fingers, barely able to contain her excitement for their next date.
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Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Who is it?"
"Eh... It's Steve," she heard a muffled voice from the hall say.
"Come on in, Steve. It's open," she called from the bathroom as she fixed the sleeve of her maroon dress, touching up the last bit of makeup. She pulled out a fresh tube of lipstick, a shade that had caught her eye, and applied the romantic red colour to her full lips. Peggy blotted the lipstick, making sure it was perfect before walking out of the bathroom.
She met Steve with a wide smile as she grabbed her flats from where she had left them beside the couch.
The Super Soldier was dressed in a crisp white shirt, grey suit pants and a casual black jacket as he watched her. Peggy couldn't help the giggle that broke from her lips as she saw the way his eyes drank her in, as if she was a drug and he couldn't get enough.
"What's up, Captain? Cat got your tongue?" Peggy teased as she slipped on her black shoes.
Steve looked like a fish as he opened and closed his mouth before giving up and smoothing his hand over his waxed back hair and trying again.
"You-" he sighed. "You look beautiful," he said with a small, but still knee-weakening smile.
Peggy felt her heart skip a beat.
"Thanks, handsome," she said with a wink, even though on the inside she was swooning like a flustered teenager.
Steve chuckled as Peggy grabbed her black coat and pulled it on before turning back to Steve.
He held his arm out to her, which she linked and together they walked out the door.
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As the cab pulled into the curb a shirt walk from where they were going, Peggy couldn't stop smiling. Here she was, with the man of her dreams who she had thought she had lost, going on a date to an Irish Ceili, which Steve had taught her to pronoun on the way.
The two walked along the street, hand in hand, both buzzing with excitement for what lay ahead of them.
As they drew nearer, Peggy began hearing the music, which caused her to squeeze Steve's hand tightly and smile even wider. Peggy looked over at Steve and saw the same look mirrored on his face. A small laugh escaped his lips as he threw his head back, the musical noise erupting from his chest as they walked down the street.
God, she loved that laugh. It was contagious, causing her to join in for no reason at all. The way his face scrunched up, the sound of his barks of laughter, the way he always threw his head back or slapped his thigh if he was sitting down, the way he got so engrossed in laughter that nothing else mattered, the way when she was the cause of his laugh, he would pull her into his side and place a kiss on her temple afterwards. Peggy loved his laugh. She loved that knee-weakening smile of his, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at her, the way he held her hand, the way he was so easily embarrassed, his talent, his voice, his personality, his strength, his face. Hell, she loved his everything. She loved him. She was in love with him and even though she had had an idea that she might before, something as simple as he laugh slammed the truth home and sent her to Cloud Nine.
When they turned the final corner, Peggy's eyes took in the sight before her, her mouth stretching into one of the biggest smiles she could muster.
The street lamps cast an orange-yellow glow on the scene. On one side of the street sat the band with a wide variety of different instruments, from fiddles, flutes, banjos to weird drum things and everything in between. Bodhráns. That's what Steve called the hand held drums. Around in a square sat wooden crates, boxes and anything else under the sun that could have been used as seats. In the middle was where the magic happened. It seemed the whole neighbourhood had turned out for the Ceili. Anyone who was standing was dancing and all of them, from old men and women to young children, were doing the same thing. It was like a line dance, but to traditional Irish music, with traditional Irish dancing. The people who were dancing varied in skill. The were young people who threw each other around the place, changing it up, while others struggled with the steps and laughter at their failures.
Even as Peggy neared the group, she could tell they got on. They way they laughed at each other, showing their mocking, but not judgmental attitude. The way some of the more skilled dancers danced with the young children and the older people. The atmosphere was incredible. It was like walking into a bustling family home that was packed with people. Just from looking at them, Peggy knew that they were one massive family. The look on Steve's face said it all. They were his family, even if he thought his were all gone.
"Little Steve Rogers!" A familiar face bellowed as he ran to greet them.
He grasped Steve's hand, shaking it with enthusiasm.
"Seán," Steve said in greeting as he shook the man's hand. "How have you been?"
"Grand, grand. But enough about me." He turned towards Peggy, engulfing her in a friendly hug. "Peggy, darlin'! How ya been girlie?"
Peggy laughed quietly as the Irish man released her from the hug.
"I've been good, Seán. All the better for seeing you," she said with a wide smile.
"Ah, stop it, Peggy. You'll make me blush." He laughed loudly.
Peggy watched as Seán's eyes dropped to their hands clasped tightly together. His eyes widened as he gasped, taking a step back and looking from their hands to their faces and back again.
"Are ye.... Did...." He swallowed visibly. "When.... WHAT?" Seán shouted, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Slow down, Seán," Steve said with a chuckle.
"Josie!" Seán called over his shoulder, his eyes not moving from the two as if he thought they would vanish if he looked away. "JOSIE, GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!"
"WHAT?" A blonde haired woman stormed over, her face red from dancing and anger. She put her hand one her hip as she neared them. "I swear to God, Seán Murphy. If you shouted for me like that one more time tonight I'll break your f-"
The woman stopped talking as her eyes landed on the couple in front of her. Her green eyes shown brightly as she flashed them a smile.
"Hiya, I'm Josie. Seán's better half," she said, making Peggy laugh.
Her eyes did a double take when she saw Steve, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.
"Oh. My. Jaysus. By God, do my eyes deceive me? Little Steve Rogers is that you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Steve said with a bright smile.
The woman squealed and threw herself at Steve, pulling him into a tight hug. Peggy let go of Steve's hand so that he could hug her back.
"Lord! When Seán said you had grown, I didn't think he meant into an Adonis!" Josie exclaimed, pulling back to look at him properly.
"Josie," Steve said, turning to look at Peggy. "This is Peggy Carter."
"Peggy! It's so nice to meet you!" The woman said, pulling Peggy into a bone breaking hug.
The Agent chuckled as she caught Steve's eye.
"And you, Josie."
The older woman, pulled back and wrapped her arm around her husband as they both gazed at the younger couple.
"So, are you two..." Seán trailed off, pointing between Peggy and Steve.
"Eh...." Steve looked at Peggy for clarification, his eyes telling her that he didn't want to over step the mark.
"We don't have a label yet," Peggy pipped up. "We're just trying something new, I guess."
Peggy smiled up at Steve, who took her hand in his again.
"Awwww! Aren't they just the cutest thing since forever? I haven't seen something as cute since little Steve ran around with a silver bucket on his head!" Josie exclaimed.
"Oh jeez," Steve said under his breath, making Peggy laugh.
Steve cleared his throat, a slight red tinge taking over his cheeks.
"If you'll excuse us, Josie, Seán. I'm going to show Peggy how we do things her," Steve said politely, a cocky grin taking over his handsome features.
Steve lead Peggy away from the couple and towards the bustling dance floor.
"Go on ya good thing!" Peggy heard Seán shout after them, making them both laugh.
-
Before long, Steve had taught Peggy the basics and she was flying. It wasn't as hard as it looked. It was just a matter of moving your feet and keeping count.
One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.
Soon, with Peggy's quick learning skills and Steve's history of Irish dancing, which came as a bit of a surprise to her, they were as good as most of the others.
As they swapped partners, Peggy couldn't help but laugh at the look on Steve's face as the were separated. She winked at Steve over the ocean of people as they swapped again and Peggy danced with someone else. Soon she was back with Steve and she laughed at the look of pure distaste that crossed his face as she went to go with someone else. The two couldn't help but stop dancing as laughter shook their bodies.
After a while they took a break, Peggy heading to take a seat as Steve went to get them drinks.
As Steve walked back towards Peggy, she saw Josie pulling him off to the side, but just within ear shot.
"Bheul?"
At first Peggy thought they were speaking English, but she was wrong.
"Josie, níl. Ní tosaíonn tú anois."
"Cén fáth? Conas a motháionn tú faoi do Chailín? An bhfuil tú i ngrá lei?"
"Níl a fhios agam."
Josie threw her hands up in frustration.
A bhucaill, tá a fhios agam go bhfuil saol an dheacair atá agat, ach féicim an ghrá I do shúile nuair an cailín a fhéiceail."
"Tá, tá. Céapaim go bhfuil-" Steve sighed. "Peggy an ghrá mo shaol."
Peggy's heart flipped at her name, even though she had no clue what was happening.
"Nuair a fiafraíonn tú, tugann tú an fáinne mháthair do. Le do thoil."
Steve nodded his head.
"Ceart go leor. Go raibh maith agat," Steve said as Josie patted his arm and walked away.
Steve smiled at Peggy who waved awkwardly before looking away and mentally slapping herself as Steve walked over to her.
He sat down beside her, holding the glass of lemonade out to her.
"Everything okay?" Peggy asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"Yeah, yeah. Just Josie takin' on the role of the doting Irish mother," he said with a small laugh.
"That's sweet of her," Peggy replied, watching Steve's face.
"Yeah, she's a sweet woman. They all are."
The two sat comfortably side by side on the wooden crate, watching as everyone else danced as they drank their drinks.
After a while, Steve stood up and offered Peggy his hand.
"Wanna go for a walk?"
"Sure," she said, setting her glass down in the ground and taking his hand.
He led her down the street, away from the music until the reached a quiet set of stairs in the footpath.
Steve sat down and Peggy followed suit.
"So," Steve said, turing to her. "You know the way we're just tryin' somethin' new and we don't have a label?" Steve asked, quoting what Peggy and said earlier.
"Yes, I also remember you panicking when asked, but go on."
She stared at the road in front of them, waiting for him to continue.
"Don't be like that, Peg."
"Like what?"
"Like that! Yeah, I didn't know what to say, but I didn't want to overstep a mark!"
"What mark Steve?" Peggy asked, her voice rising slightly.
"I didn't want to force you into something too soon!"
"Too soon? As in I broke with my fiancé a few weeks ago too soon? Don't put this on my, Rogers. Just be a man and admit to yourself the real reason why you did it."
She stood up, her annoyance growing.
"Excuse me?" Steve stood up too, throwing up his hands in exasperation. "Be a man? Alright then, Einstein. If you think you know me better than I do myself, the what's the real reason?"
Peggy let him have it.
"You haven't got the balls, Steve! You're so afraid of being wrong, of what people will think, of being a bloody gentleman that you don't even stand up for yourself! You're too afraid to tell these people that we're going out because you're afraid of what they will think or how I will react! You're too much of a chicken to even tell your god damn friends to shut up when they jeer you! You're too afraid to step up to the plate and ask a stupid girl to go steady with you! You're too afraid to kiss her without asking!" Peggy started walking way, completely fed up with yelling at him and the hurt that was in his eyes. "I'm not going to waste-"
Peggy didn't get the finish that sentence. Steve grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, dipping her in his arms. He crashed his lips to hers, pulling her tightly against his chest, one hand cradling her head, the other around her waist. Her arms moved up and around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, all thoughts of a fight wiped from their minds. All that was left was them, locked in a heated embrace, trying to show the other how they felt.
Peggy didn't want it to end. She wanted to kiss his gorgeous lips forever, to have him hold her tight and not let her go. Unfortunately for her, they still needed to breathe so when they broke apart they were gasping for air. Peggy mirrored the goofy grin that Steve wore, before biting her lip at the sight if Steve's lipstick stained lips.
She reached out, trying to wipe away the stains with her fingers, but it wasn't doing much good.
"Now, what were you sayin' a minute a good?" Steve asked, a cocky grin crossing his face as she wiped at his lips.
"Alright, alright. I take it back. You have balls. Happy?"
"Almost."
"Almost?" Peggy asked, furrowing her eye brows at him.
"Yeah. I know we haven't been out oh many dates, but I don't need dates to tell me how I feel about you. Is known for a long time." He cupped Peggy's cheek with his hand. "You're it for me, Peg. I don't want or need anyone else if I have you. I- will you go steady with me?"
Peggy's eyes widened, a large smile breaking out across her face.
"Yes! Of course!"
Steve lifted her up in the air and spun her around. Peggy couldn't stop laughing even as Steve set her back down on the ground. He gave her a soft, lingering kiss that made her head spin and her heart race.
She smiled up at him, feeling all the love in the world towards this one man. Her soldier. Her captain.
They walked back to the group, arms wrapped around each other, looking forward to the rest of the evening.
***
"Bheul"- well
"Josie, níl. Ní tosaíonn tú anois"- Josie, no. Don't start now.
"Cén fáth? Conas a motháionn tú faoi do Chailín? An bhfuil tú i ngrá lei?" - why? How do you feel about your girl? Do you love her?
"Níl a fhios agam." - I don't know
"A bhucaill, tá a fhios agam go bhfuil saol an dheacair atá agat, ach féicim an ghrá I do shúile nuair an cailín a fhéiceail." - boy, I know you've had a hard life, but I see the love in your eyes when you see the girl.
"Tá, tá. Céapaim go bhfuil Peggy an ghrá mo shaol." - yes, yes. I think that Peggy is the love of my life.
"Nuair a fiafraíonn tú, tugann tú an fáinne mháthair do. Le do thoil." - when you ask, give her your mother's ring. Please.
"Ceart go leor. Go raibh maith agat," - okay. Thank you.
Well there you go. I hope you liked it :)