Steve Rogers is Captain America (isthisatest) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2013-05-04 10:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain rogers, peggy "captain britain" carter |
WHO: Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers
WHERE: Their place
WHEN: April 27th
WHAT: A question coming a century later!
RATING: Should just be PG!
STATUS: log; complete.
Steve put the phone down and couldn't help wondering if he made the wrong approach by texting her. Sure texting was convenient these days, and he was nervous bringing it up in person. But he couldn't get it out of his head, so he had to get it out. It seemed like Bucky was right about talking to Peggy first, but he wasn't sure how to take that. Did it mean she wasn't as keen as he was on it? Which was fine, it wasn't like he wanted to push her. Marriage was a serious commitment, and he took it very seriously. He was glad to be with someone who felt the same way, and he thought it was a good idea for them to check in with how things were going either way. The truth was, he already got the ring. It took some finagle, since he didn't have an immediate amount of money for something to invest in, but he worked it out. He was fine with waiting for down the road, and he did want the proposal itself to be special. He was pacing in their apartment and tried to find something to clean, but they were both neat so there was rarely anything laying around. He almost rearranged furniture, a dumb idea he brushed off right away, but it would be something at least. He nearly texted Bucky to get advice on what to say. It was time he started handling things on his own though. This was between the two of them. Bucky gave him good advice, and he took it, but from here they'd figure the rest out. All he knew was he lived in a nightmare before, and she was the thing that kept him going. He fought through the worst. Peggy made it easier. He only hoped he'd find a way to say that. Peggy had almost texted Howard nearly a dozen times over since her conversation with Steve. The only reason she hadn't was because she didn't want anyone influencing her thoughts, her feelings and decisions. Too much input from others didn't always make for a good decision. Especially when it came to the matters of the heart. Unlocking the door to the little flat they shared, she listened for Steve and could hear movement in their sitting room. Normally she would call out to him, but this mood felt somber to her and she didn't break it with a cheerful greeting. Instead, she quietly shut the door behind her and headed for where she could hear Steve. Seeing him pacing, she couldn't help but smile. "Relax, darling. You aren't facing a firing squad," she joked, setting her purse down and taking off her coat. Steve was around long enough now that he didn’t tense whenever he heard strange sounds. His automatic response wasn’t to reach for a weapon. He knew what all of his symptoms pointed to, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. PTSD came with a zombie infested wasteland. He was making progress and that’s what mattered. He woke up less in the middle of the night. It was that more than anything else that let him consider going back into the field. He knew someone wound too tight wouldn’t make the best battle commander in this world. He smiled at her and shrugged one shoulder. “If I was, at least it’s the prettiest firing squad I’ve ever seen.” This Steve was older and more experienced than the one fighting Nazis in World War II. He’d still never call himself smooth and confident when it came to conversation, but he was getting better at it. And it was easy to flirt with Peggy, now that they were together and got past that initial awkwardness. He walked over to take her coat so he could hang it up for her, leaning in to kiss her gently in welcome. “Sorry to spring that on you.” "The compliment or your text message?" Peggy asked, her tone teasing and her smile genuine as they pulled apart from the kiss. It certainly was easier to be around Steve these days, even when his memories and experiences got to be too much. There was a level of comfort there that came from living together that they hadn't had before, back in their time when all they had was coy looks. Sitting down on the couch, she patted the seat next to her, as she kicked off her heels and let her legs curl up under her. "You wanted to talk. Let's talk, Steve." If Steve had any second thoughts about trying to start over again with Peggy, they were erased when he actually spent time with her. No, it wasn’t like their relationship was paused and then everything was the same, but the qualities he loved about her sure hadn’t changed. Being a superhero in her own right only made those qualities stronger. “All right, cards on the table.” He sat down next to her and rubbed the back of his neck, pushing down his nerves. “I know we shouldn’t rush it, and marriage is a big deal, but at the same time in my heart I know everything I need to. I love you, and whether or not we make it official or sign any papers or have a ceremony, I’m committed to you for as long as you want me.” Steve reached out to take her hand and merely held it, wanting a little bit of contact. Smiling, she shifted until she was leaning against him, partially against his back so she could put her chin on his shoulder. Peggy moved their hands that were clasped together so she could press them against his chest, right over where his heart would be. "I love you too, Steve. That I have no doubt about. And I know you love me too. But I have to ask...What about Bucky?" She didn't further specify what she meant, curious to see how he would take it. Steve took her hand, it was so small and dainty in his. Not that he thought she was either of those things, far from it, but he remembered the day they met. No matter how many horrible memories came in between, he always saw her clearly on that day. He leaned his head against hers. “I wondered if you would ever ask me about that. Considering the other two versions of us are married or involved in some way.” Steve didn’t think much of it. He liked the other two, him and Bucky, but he could really easily tell them all apart. They were different in a lot of ways. “We were never like that. He was just my friend. He and Natasha … well that’s not here.” He wondered if it hurt her, to see Bucky with someone else, especially since they had been together briefly here. If it did, she would never show it, not even to him. “I haven’t been attracted to men either, though it wasn’t really a big deal considering the apocalypse was going on outside. But no. I swear it. At least this version of me is devoted to you.” There was an obvious relief filling her, as her shoulders deflated and she relaxed more against him. For a few moments, she let herself sit there, breathing in contentment alongside him. Then she straightened up. "Well, that settles that." Briskly, she pulled away from him, got up, and kicked her discarded heels away to make room on the ground for her. Then she got down on one knee and reached out to take one of Steve's hand in hers. "Darling, I know this is rushed, but I don't see a point in waiting any longer if it's what we both want. There's no one else that I want to be with and you've eased the last of my worries, as inane as they were. So, Steven Rogers, will you do the honor of becoming my husband?" Barefoot, down on one knee, and dressed in a pantsuit, Peggy Carter had always marched to a beat of her own making. Why should this be any different? Steve wished he could’ve reassured her earlier, but he was concerned if he brought it up it would make her think there was something to worry about. But by ignoring it, there was something lodged between them. He made no judgments on the relationships of the other thems. As long as people were happy, he didn’t get involved in their choices. He just knew what he wanted, and he wanted Peggy Carter from the moment he saw her knock a guy down with one punch. His eyebrows raised when she moved, and then she was on one knee and he couldn’t stop from smiling. Of course Peggy would do it her own way. She was one hell of a woman. She made it all feel worth it. “Your worries are my worries. And I’m going to try my hardest to never make you worry again. At least not when I can make it better. You make my life brighter, and that means a lot.” He took her hands. “I love you and I honestly don’t care if it’s rushed. I would’ve knelt down on our first date if I thought you’d take me seriously. Yes I’ll be your husband.” Steve cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her, wondering who in their right mind couldn’t love Peggy Carter? Luckily he didn’t have to fight anyone off though. Because he would. And he’d damn sure win. “I know you just said it, but I’m saying it anyway. Marry me, Peggy?” "I think you already have your answer," Peggy smiled, eyebrows raised as she craned up her head to meet his lips in another kiss. "Of course I will, darling. Of course I'll marry you." |