[A/N]: This chapter is set at the bar, when Peggy came in wearing a gorgeous red dress. Oh, and this is my first Steve/Peggy fic. Hope you enjoy it! R&R!
Disclaimer: Disclaiming all the things needed to disclaim.

"Hey." She smiled to herself as she instantly recognized the familiar voice that appeared behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she turned around to see Steve and she quietly thanked the heavens for the chance to finally talk to him in private. "Hi."

Their eyes met halfway and then all of a sudden, he ran out of words to say for he couldn't help himself to admire her more. She looked entirely different. She wasn't in that SSR uniform, nor looked tough and in-charge. She was just Peggy Carter. And he didn't think she could get any more beautiful.

She was lost in his ocean blue eyes for a second, and she could feel her cheeks starting to flush. "You're staring. I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress." She chuckled softly.

Steve shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. "No. Y-you look beautiful,"

"Thank you." I put it on for you. Peggy said, trying hard to ignore the blush rising once again on her cheeks.

"and, I just thought I'd never see you again." Steve added. She frowned in confusion.

"You wouldn't have that thought in your head if you had let me come with you when you jumped off the plane. Did you know how scared you got me when the gunfire went off and you just told me to head back to the camp right after you jumped to hell?" Peggy began to say, the tone of her voice becoming dangerously serious.

"Peggy, we talked about this...twice."

"And it's not enough. Steve," Peggy said, pursuing her lips. "Whatever your plan is, I'm coming with you now."

"You can't. It's too dangerous. I was just lucky I came out of it alive...with Bucky." Steve leaned on to the bar for support, weighing every thought if he could ever say 'no' to this woman.

"Then I'm willing to take the risk." She said straightforward. Steve looked at her blankly. Even Peggy was surprised at the words that came out of her mouth. A moment of silence passed between them, and Peggy was becoming more and more embarrassed as the silence grew longer.

"Peggy, what is this? I mean, why are we suddenly making decisions for the two of us?" Steve finally spoke.

Bloody hell. Was that the million-dollar question now? Did he just say 'us'? "I-I don't know. It's something new." Peggy muttered, looking down to her shoes, for she couldn't even look at Steve in the eye without bursting into tears because she didn't want to lose him in the war.

He smiled, slowing his steps as he approached her. His fingers stretched out of their own accord to brush a few stray hairs from her cheek, and he heard her bite back a gasp. He dropped his hand to his side, and they just stood there looking at each other, questioning eyes meeting questioning eyes, and neither holding any answers.

Finally Peggy spoke, unable to conceal the feelings she had felt for Steve Rogers any longer.

"I just don't want to lose you. I hate the feeling of you not being around me, that your out there, risking your life to save other people. I hate it when I always have this feeling that you might not come back for me and,"

His lips pressed to her forehead once, a mere second of contact, that sent a wave of peace through her body, accompanied by a pleasant warmth.

"I love you, Agent Carter, but I'm not going to let you come with me."

Peggy looked him in his eyes for the first time tonight then quickly closed the gap and went in for a deep, loving kiss. Steve's hands slid around her waist and the small of her back, pulling her in tighter. His lips tenderly moved to her cheek as he brought his hands up and brought her in to a close hug.

He could feel her nuzzle in to the nape of his neck as he closed his eyes for a moment and let himself breathe her in.

"Fine. Just promise me you won't be late." Peggy whispered.

"I promise."