AN: Story is set after the Agent Carter S.1 finale

Angie POV:

I sit straight up in bed, woken by the scream. It sounds like its coming from Peggy's room.

I push the plush covers the rest of the way off. Sliding out from under the covers, I practically run to Peggy's room.

I stop right at the door way. My heart beating hard and fast, I put one hand on the door knob. Holding my breath, I count to three.

One.

Two.

Three!

I fling the door open ready to fight. There aren't any enemies though. There's only Peggy all tangled up in her bedding. Even from here I can make out the word she's muttering.

"Steve."

"Steve!"

"Steve."

"Steve!"

I find my legs again, and walk over to the bed. I shake her, my other hand gently brushing her hair away from her face.

"English! Wake up!"

Her eyes fly open and she meets my concerned eyes with her watery ones.

"Angie?" She squeaks out.

"Yeah Peg, I'm here. You were having a nightmare."

She nods, the tears welling up in her eyes again. I pull her into a hug, and she's shaky and sweaty and clingy, desperate for a solid grip on reality. She whispers into my ear, in a faltering voice, "It was Steve. He kept dying and each time I got so close to saving him. Oh Angie..."

Her voice is swallowed by sobs, and I pull her tighter to me trying to shield her from her grief. With one hand I draw long, slow circles on her back, and with the other I stroke her hair. Slowly her sobs slow, then she just shakes for a little, and at last she stops altogether.

She repositions herself settling her face into the crook of my neck. She lets out a long sigh, her lips brushing against my neck and her cool breath sending a tingling sensation down my spine.

I still hold her, refusing to let go until she does. Her slow, long breaths ghosts across my neck, each one urging me to squirm closer. To have those lips on my neck instead of just her breath. I put the thought away, settling on simply pressing her closer.

Eventually her breath completely evens out as she falls asleep. I gently lay her back on the bed. I pull up the messy sheets and comforter. Finally I lean down and just barely brush my lips across her forehead.

I can't help the hand that comes up and gingerly traces her jawline, the thumb rubbing her chin. Just as I begin to pull my hand away, another hand grabs on to my wrist.

"Stay," she says, pulling my now balled hand to her chest.

My eyes widen for a moment, and then I slide into bed next to her. I lay straight on my back, legs pinned together, and one arm pinned to my side. The only body part touching Peggy was the arm she still clutched.

She lets out a low, warm chuckle before rolling onto her side and pulling me flush against her body. The hand holding my wrist wraps around my side, moving from it's spot on her heart to a new spot on my heart. Her hand slides down from my wrist and tangles itself with my hand.

With her free hand she brushes my hair away from the back of my neck. She places soft kisses on the first little bump of my spine uncovered by my nightgown. She kisses up the little bumps to the nape of my neck. Then she kisses her way to behind my ear, stopping to kiss and lick and nibble the little hollow there. I let out a small moan and I can feel her smile against my skin.

Leaning over me now, she finally captures my lips with her, and we share a sweet and lingering kiss.

Content with this for tonight, she lays back down wrapping herself around me even tighter. Surrounded by Peggy's warmth I soon fall back asleep.

Peggy POV:

Angie darling...I love you so much already. You're not Steve. You're better.