|I'll Follow the Sun
Author: APat96 PM
Steve Rogers finally sums up the courage to look for Peggy. And he finds her, too. He also finds a huge secret, one that was kept for a good seventy years.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Steve R./Capt. America - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,961 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 24 - Updated: 10-29-12 - Published: 05-22-12 - id: 8140346
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"Agent Carter." He supplied the name to the secretary. He leaned over he counter, as if trying to see the computer screen better. Even after spending a good deal of time in the future, or 'present', as it was to everyone else, he still wasn't used to the technology. The bright light of the computer screen still hurt his eyes.
The secretary 'echhemmed' and turned the screen away from him, giving him a dirty look. She continued typing with her long, artificial nails, her eyes focusing intently on the screen.
"You got some ID, Mr…"
"Rogers. Captain Rogers." He answered, fishing through his pocket for his wallet. He opened the leather, tugging out his ID card. The woman sighed, turning back towards the screen and typing away at her keyboard.
"Peggy Carter?" She asked, turning her gaze towards Steve. She fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly, leaning forward so that more of her ample chest was exposed. Steve blushed, diverting his eyes.
"Yes!" he cleared his throat to contain his excitement. "I mean, uh, yes, miss. You've got her on your…uh…list?"
"Yes." The secretary leaned back, scowling. "We have her on our database."
"Great! That's swell!" He grinned. He had been hesitant about coming her, to the Army records office. Even now, as he saw the dame working the front desk, he still had some resignations.
His real fear, though, had been finding out whether or not Peggy was still alive. It would be one thing to never see her again, without knowing exactly what happened. It would be another to find out that she had died—that he had missed his chance. He just hoped that he would be visiting her today, not her grave.
"Well, Captain Rogers, I'll need to be getting back to work, now, so if there's nothing more, then—"
"There is, actually." He snapped to attention. "I…I need to know….if she's still….alive." He forced the word out.
"She your grandmother or something?" The woman snapped her gum, looking him up and down.
"Well, actually, I'd call it more of a lost love." He grinned. The woman scowled at him again, and flipped her gaze back to the screen.
"She's alive, alright."
"Really?" His heart fluttered, his stomach dancing its way up into his chest.
"Yup." She sighed again. "You want the address?"
"I would appreciate that, if you don't mind." He grinned. The woman rolled her eyes, snapped her gum again, and pulled a pencil and paper from a drawer at what seemed like a turtle's pace.
"Thank you so much!" He called over his shoulder as he ran towards the door, nodding his head to her as he went.
"Just don't do anything weird!" She called back to him, shaking her head.
Steve ran to his bike, pulling back on the throttle and speeding out of the parking lot as fast as he could. The wind felt nice through his hair. The sun seemed…brighter. In fact, everything was brighter. Steve knew he was being silly. A silly dreamer. But he couldn't help but feel giddy.
The house he pulled up to was nice. Small, but nice. A well kept lawn, a white picket fence, bright blue siding. It was as good as you could possibly get.
He parked the bike, almost tripping himself as he tried to step off, and jogged up to the door.
Steve rang the bell, quickly mopping his brow with his sleeve and straightening his hair.
"Just a second." He heard someone call through the door. He recognized the voice, and his heart did a little kick.
The door was pulled open, revealing a woman of tall stature, whose age had not stooped her pose one bit. Her white hair was pulled back into a loose bun, her clothes covered by a wide apron.
"Steve!" She exclaimed, leaning against the door for support. "You…you're late!"
"I know." He nodded, his face flushing.
"I don't very much appreciate being stood up."
"It's been seventy years!"
"You…" She sighed, pushing herself up off against the door. "Would you like to come in for a cookie?"
If Steve was confused, it was written all over his face. He followed Peggy into the house, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, unsure of what to say.
"Sit." Peggy ordered, pointing to a sofa as she walked into the adjoining kitchen. She reappeared with a platter of fresh cookies, along with a couple glasses of milk.
"Thank you." He nodded, reaching for a cookie as she sat down in the chair opposite him.
"So, tell me, Steve, where you've been all this time."
Steve wiped at his mouth, urging himself to swallow before he answered. It wasn't polite to talk with your mouth full.
"In the ice. They say I was…sleeping."
"Really, now?" She nodded, her eyes holding an amused expression. "You don't look a day older than the last time we saw each other. And, well, look at me." She laughed, gesturing at her white hair and wrinkles.
"Oh, come on, now, Peggy. You don't look a day over fifty." He grinned as she batted at his shoulder from across the coffee table.
"Well?" She asked, settling back into her chair and gazing at him with quizzical eyes. "Aren't you going to ask me what I've done for the past seven decades? It would be rude not to." She laughed.
"Okay, Agent Carter," He dragged out her name. "What have you been up to?"
"Well, you know, it's actually not Carter, anymore." She took a bite of cookie and swallowed. "That was a nice segue into this discussion."
"You…you, ah, got married." His eyebrows lifted in shock. They shouldn't have, though. He should've expected a gorgeous dame like Peggy to marry right off the bat.
"That I did." She nodded.
"Any…kids?" He hoped his hot face wasn't as red as he felt it was.
"You…you're being quite elusive." He noticed.
"I'm answering your questions, aren't I?"
"Yeah, but not much more."
"What would you like? My daughter's name? Her social security number? You need only ask." She smirked.
"Fine, then. When was she born?"
"Huh." His eyebrows narrowed. "So you met your husband around the time that I went missing. Must've been a great guy, to land you."
"Actually, Steve, I didn't marry until 1950."
"Oh, well, I…uh, there's nothing terribly wrong about having children out of wedlock, as long as you loved the guy. I'm sure your husband was a great guy." He repeated, pasting a weak smile on his face.
"I definitely loved my daughter's father. My husband? Eh, not so much." She smiled.
"You're sure dancing around details, Peggy."
"I try." She grinned.
"So your husband wasn't the father of your baby?" He asked, his brow furrowing.
"Ah, now he gets it!" She exclaimed facetiously. "Light dawns over Marblehead!"
"So he wasn't." Steve nodded. "Nothing wrong with that. Killed in the war?"
"You could say that."
"Aw, come on, Peggy!" He laughed. "You were never one for mind games."
"Oh, fine, Steve. You really want to know the father? He was someone that you know."
"Stark? I bet it was Stark."
"No, you goose! It was you!" She laughed, sitting back to watch his expression change.