Legacy
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Spoilers: Captain America: The First Avenger and Agent Carter.
Chapter 1
The war in Europe had come to a close two months after Captain America disappeared. Peggy couldn't go anywhere without seeing newspapers with the headline: Captain America missing, presumed dead. While the public was missing their national hero, Peggy Carter was missing Steve.
The man who had changed her life so much in the few short years she'd known him. Perhaps in more ways than she originally thought, which is what brought Peggy to the doctor's office to find out if her suspicions were correct.
Peggy sat in the small room of the doctor's office with her hands in her lap. She had learned to cope with stress from the war but the anticipation was killing her.
Luckily, she didn't have to wait much longer since a moment later the door opened and the doctor walked in.
"Good morning, Miss Carter."
"Good morning," she greeted.
"Well, let's take a look at your test results," the doctor said as he opened her file. Peggy watched him very closely as he read over the paper. "Okay, Congrats Miss Carter, the rabbit died. You're with child."
Peggy closed her eyes for a minute, taking in the news. Though she had suspected this was the case for a few weeks now. She was still taken off guard by the shock of it all.
She was going to have a baby.
"Miss Carter, are you all right?"
Peggy opened her eyes then answered. "Yes, I'm all right…Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll sure your husband will be pleased to hear the news."
If Peggy wasn't used to having to think on her feet, she probably would have stuttered out a reply.
"He died in the war," Peggy lied.
She knew what people thought about unwed mothers and didn't want to deal with the scrutiny, at least not right then.
"I see," he said, dryly. "My condolences."
Peggy gave him a curt nod as he went to open the door then she gathered her purse and filed out of the room.
Soon after leaving the doctor's office, Peggy arrived back at the hotel room she had been staying in and dropped her purse by the front door.
The young woman's mind was reeling with the news she had just been given. She honestly didn't know what to think. She had known it was possible, obviously, that's why she went to the doctor in the first place but thinking something and actually knowing it was completely different.
As she digested the news, fear crept up in her. Peggy wasn't sure if she was capable of being a mother. She had given up so much personally so she could be in her line of work. Honesty, she hadn't given too much thought to having children before. If she had, having children had been a far off thought.
Peggy lowered herself onto the small sofa and brought her knees up to her chest. Despite her doubts or worries, she was going to be a mother. In about seven months she would have a child, Steve's child. A few tears fell down her face as she remembered the last conversation she had with Steve before he crashed the plane. She could still hear his voice as it played in her head.
"I'm going to need a rain check on that dance."
Her thoughts then drifted back to the night the baby was conceived. He had walked her back to her room after she found him in the Stork Club after Bucky's death. It all happened so fast, the next thing she knew they were waking up in each other's arms. She remembered that night; she told him he wouldn't be alone. Now she wouldn't be alone. This baby, their baby was a remaining part of him.
She loved Steve, though she never got the chance to tell him. Peggy knew she would love their baby too. She couldn't give this baby up, not that she really wanted to. Besides who knows how or if Steve's altered genetic code would affect his child. It was possible and if the baby had any super powers at all, it would need their mother to be there for them.
Peggy was anything but a quitter. She could do this; raise her and Steve's child. Now all she had to do was figure out what this meant for her career. Meaning, she would have to tell Colonel Phillips. It wasn't a conversation she was particularly looking forward to, but she knew it would have to take place sooner rather than later.
She then snapped herself from her thoughts, thinking it wouldn't do her any good to overwhelm herself with so much at once. Peggy reached over to the end table and opened the drawer. There hidden between two small books was the picture she had of Steve from his pre-serum days.
Peggy let out a breath as she ran her hand over the picture.
"Steve, I wish you were here right now but I promise you, I'll take care of our child. I promise you that."