Peggy sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes briefly as she continued her decent deeper into the heart of the forest. She had entirely given up any hope of finding the same route back, as the clear autumn sky was quickly fading to an eerie, ashen black above her. The previously comforting sound of twigs snapping beneath her feet had turned into a sound of horror and unease, sounding increasingly similar to those of snapping bones and crushing limbs; a sound Peggy knew all too well.

The young agent had stepped out to find some head space, to clear her thoughts; her work taking its toll, fighting against her naturally gentle instincts. This wasn't to say Peggy doesn't love her job, gosh no, Peggy's work was her pride and joy, she wouldn't trade it for the world. However, it wasn't easy on the conscience, not by a long shot.

The young agent's head shot up immediately as she heard a faint mumble in the distance, freezing automatically. She held her breathe, listening closer to her surroundings; the snapping of branches {however, this time not from beneath her own feet}, the faint gush of exasperated breathe in the distance. Peggy's body reacted automatically, in the only way she knew had been trained to react in such situations. Her hand flew to the gun attached to her garter just underneath her skirt, pinning her back tight against the nearest tree, peering back over her shoulder as the sound of snapping branches seemed to grow louder, closer.

"Dammit!" A deep voice exclaimed from behind Peggy as she watched as a figure slowly came into view. Instinct kicked in and Peggy turned sharply, gun aimed expertly at the figure as she fired quickly - not to kill, but sure as hell to wound. She needed to keep this mysterious figure at a safe distance.

Peggy fired the trigger instantly, squinting towards the figure as she heard the bullet hit, what sounded like, metal. She clutched the trigger again, ready to fire, aiming for what appeared to be the figures shoulder.

"Don't shoot! I'm not going to hurt you!" The same deep voice spoke, louder this time.

A frown emerged on the young agent's face. She recognized that voice, at least, she though she recognized that voice. She shook her head quickly, 'It can't be..' she thought to herself as she took a deep breathe, never lowering her gun.

"Name." She ordered with a tone of authority, her head held high, as well as her gun.

"Steve. My name's Steve.." The figure spoke calmly and softly as he held his arms up, taking a slow step closer to her. "I got lost, I was trying to find some dry wood to keep warm.." He told her honestly as she came into clear view. Peggy's breath hitched in her throat as she saw the identity of the figure standing in front of her. Steve lowered his arm's slowly, his eyes trailing up and down the young agent, his eyes wide and glistening with surprise.

Peggy composed herself quickly, inhaling a sharp breathe before relaxing her arms by her sides, fixing her gun back to her garter, before standing upright and formal, looking Steve square in the eyes. "Captain." She greeted him detachedly, her voice betraying her slightly as it wavered.

"Agent Carter" He responded with a small nod, making no effort to hide the face eating grin that was slowly forming. "How are you even..?" He mumbled after a moment of silence, a small frown of confusion on his face, a glint of worry in his eyes.

"How are you even..?" Peggy mumbled back, in just as much shock herself.

Steve whispered quietly, his eyes landing firmly on Peggy's.

"I think we have a lot of catching up to do."

Hey guys! So this is my first Marvel fanfiction! Sorry i haven't been very active, school has kept me extremely busy. I hope to update my other story soon too, it's been forever!

Anyway, thanks so much for reading, hope you guys enjoy!