Hiya guys! While I work on Midwinter's Eve, I wanted to give you guys something to read. :)

Major inspiration taken from Feriowind's drawings, of course. Go look at them on DeviantArt. RIGHT. NOW.

Nuff talking. Enjoy!

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"Sunny- no- stop that!" Steve said, laughing softly as his Growlithe strained to reach his face.

Peggy Carter smiled a bit as she gently petted Helen's head. Her Persian purred contentedly with the attention, watching Steve and Sunny play. The plane engines caught her attention, and her smile dimmed as she remembered the reason for their flight.

The super soldier and his Pokemon were strapped into a parachute, with Sunny carefully harnessed to her owner's chest. Howard Stark was seated in the cockpit of the plane, with his Ninetales Elizabeth lying directly beside him. The oldest Pokemon of the three glanced over her shoulder to give the four a kind, condescending glance.

"Quiet down back there," Howard called, unknowingly mirroring his Pokemon's gaze. Steve caught it and grinned back, Sunny writhing happily as she struggled to lick his chin.

He looked down at the Growlithe, giving her the opening that she needed. Sunny lunged and managed to give his lower face a thorough washing.

Steve laughed, full out, for the first time since the news had reached him that Bucky and his Pigeoto Jenny were MIA. Sunny grinned happily, tongue hanging out of her mouth, mission accomplished.

The happy smile on his face slowly slid off. He carefully unstrapped Sunny's harness from his own and held her up at face level.

"Howard. Peggy."

The seriousness in Steve's voice caught their attention. The two turned to look at him, worry in their eyes.

"What is it?" Peggy asked him.

"I want you..." Here Steve walked forward and held out Sunny to the British woman. "To take her."

"What?!" Howard called from the cockpit, shocked. "But she's your Pokemon!"

He nodded quietly. "I know. But I want her out of this."

Sunny growled softly in the back of her throat.

"Steve- that wouldn't be right," Peggy whispered. "Sunny has been with you for... how long?"

"Ten years," Steve said quietly.

"Ten years," she repeated. "Ten whole years she's stuck with you through everything." Peggy stood up and walked forwards, displacing Helen from her lap. The Persian growled softly, displeased, before walking right beside her.

Peggy reached out and pushed Sunny back to Steve's chest. She quickly buckled her back in, ignoring Steve's protests- and her immediate proximity to him. "Take her," she ordered. "She'll be just fine."

Steve swallowed, also acutely aware of the small space between them. "Ok," he said finally. "I just-"

"You want her safe," Peggy repeated. "Sometimes the safest place for something you love to be is right beside you."

He wrapped one arm around Sunny, burying his face in her head. "You stick close to me," he ordered softly. "I want you within arm's reach at all times."

Sunny snuggled into his chest, growling softly in contentment.