"So... Peggy was your auntie?"

Tony tore his eyes away from the TV and looked at the captain. "More than that actually. I mean, she was like a mother to me. Why are you asking?" Steve shrugged, walking towards the couch with two steaming mugs. "I always thought it was a possibility Peggy might've been somewhat close to you while I was still in the ice, didn't know she was your aunt."

The engineer chuckled, nodding when Steve handed him a mug. "Godmother, actually. I loved her a lot. She'd always read me these bedtime stories, and tell me all these tales from WWII. Every weekend she'd stay over, sometimes we'd even have the whole mansion to ourselves because Dad was always away and Mom would sometimes leave on little get-away trips to other countries. Aunt Pegs and I would swim in the pool and run around the mansion, or go out to eat and have fun at the arcades. Eventually we'd get back home and bake all these sweets, and at the end the night we'd fall asleep in each other's arms while watching a movie we'd pick out. And every morning we'd always wake up with blankets wrapped around us, found out it was Jarvis all along."

Steve smiled sadly. He'd regret leaving behind a life without Peggy. Not able to get married and see her wearing a beautiful white gown. Not able to have kids and raise a family with her. Not able to grow old with her. His heart clenched at the thought.

"So Peggy... did she meet someone special?"

Tony smiled. "My butler Jarvis, actually." The billionaire cackled at Steve's stunned expression. "Shocking, right? It isn't a surprise if you think about it, though. Mostly every other weekend we'd watch a movie together, so the other nights I had a curfew. That gave the two time alone together. One night I woke up past my curfew and went downstairs, walked in on the two lip-locking in a very lewd position." Steve blushed different shades of red.

"So they got married?" Tony shook his head. "Aunt Pegs didn't really want to settle down. She focused more on her job at SHIELD than thinking about tying the knot. Jarvis was fine with it, he was still a butler at the mansion and didn't like the idea of working and taking care of kids."

"Because taking care of you is hard enough, right?" Steve joked, earning him a punch to the shoulder. "Hey! I'll have you know I'm rather fun taking care of. I wasn't like most kids, captain."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Tony." Tony pouted, making the other man's heart skip a beat. Steve coughed, changing the subject. "So... Jarvis stole Peggy's first dance, right?"

Tony eye's widened a bit. "Actually- no. Interesting you mentioned it, Aunt Pegs did tell me a story about her first dance." Steve leaned back, crossing his arms. "You remember it?"

"A bit actually. It was at the Stork Club, Aunt Pegs was sitting all alone when a 'rather dashing man with big brown eyes and an intimidating smirk' walked up to her and asked her to dance. When she refused, he decided to sit down and chat. She never told me what they talked about, but it ended up with her agreeing to dance with the man. She told me it was the best night of her life."

Steve frowned. "Did you know the name of this man?" Tony shook his head. "No, actually. She just told me that he was a fairly tan-colored man with gorgeous big brown eyes and dark chestnut hair that was swept back so stylishly she'd think he came out from a magazine." Tony leaned back, furrowing his eyebrows. "5'9, with the most unusual facial hair and an presence that just seemed so confident and unique that he seemed to grasp the whole attention of any room." Steve felt envy poking at his insides, but reminded himself that it was 70 years ago and that the man would be a wrinkly old fellow by now.

"Sounds like a swell guy. Why didn't she end up with him?"

Tony shrugged. "Said that the guy couldn't stay. Told her that they'd meet again when she'd least expect it." Steve pursed his lips. "So did they?"

"I don't know, really. Aunt Pegs just smiled and changed the subject." Steve raised an eyebrow. "That's a little weird." Tony shrugged again, sipping on his coffee. Steve turned his attention back to the TV, the two falling into comfortable silence.

"Sir, I do believe it's time to finish your 'project'." Jarvis announced, the AI's voice startling the two. Tony smiled mischievously, standing up from his seat and hurrying towards the kitchen to put his drink in the sink. "What are you working on?" Steve questioned. Tony froze for a moment. "A little thing for.. um... the company."

Tony quickly left the room before Steve had a chance to ask another question.


"So... how's it looking, J?"

"It looks quite well, sir." The AI complimented, and Tony grinned. "It's going to be phenomenal, incredible, jaw dropping- oh I can't wait to see the look on Reed's face when I finish this baby."

Jarvis had a hint of amusement in his voice. "With all due respect sir, why did you intentionally want to work on this instead of your blueprints for the industries?" Tony snorted. "I can do the blueprints any time I want to- what are they going to do? Fire me?"

"Most certainly not sir, but I don't see why-"

Tony cut him off, grinning like a mad man and taking off his goggles and throwing them on the floor. "I-I'M DONE! I DID IT! I FUCKING DID IT! SHIT J, I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY MADE A-"

"Congratulations, sir. I had no doubt in my program you wouldn't succeed." Jarvis praised, and Tony chuckled. "Knock it off, Jarvis. Just earlier you were asking why I was wasting my time on this. Don't think I wasn't listening."

"I wasn't saying you were wasting your time sir, I was just questioning why you were doing this instead of the company's projects."

Tony leaned back, admiring his work. "Because, who the hell in this day and age actually succeed in building a time machine? That's right, this guy." If Jarvis had eyes, they would be rolling by now.

"Yes sir- I can see you have succeeded in making a time machine."

"Not just ANY time machine J, it's a portable time machine disguised as a watch. See?" Tony explained, securing the device tightly on his wrist and showing it to the nearby camera. "I can just type in any time, date, and year and it could send me back into that exact moment. I could go to the distant future, or the past, I can fucking board the Titanic-"

Jarvis cut him off. "With all due respect sir- I advise you do not change any major parts in history. As it could create a tear in the space time continuum." Tony pouted. "What are you, Doctor who?"

"Just a warning sir, changing the past can alternate your future. Say you were to kill Hitler during World War II, it could rewrite all of history. We might still be in war if that were to happen."

Tony pursed his lips. "But what if it made it better?"

"That's a 50 percent chance that's likely, sir. As I said, we can't take that chance." Tony frowned, nodding his head. "Fine. I won't do anything that will change my past or any one else's."

"Thank you sir. I appreciate it. Now where are you going to test your device?"

Tony furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't... really... know..." Victorian Era? Yawn. Ancient Egypt? Boring. Go back in time to watch the Battle of New York? Tempting, but no. 2045? Fuck that, I wouldn't want to see myself as an old geezer. American Revolution? C'mon Stark, you can do better than that. You can go anywhere in time, see any parts of history as long as you don't change a thing...

"I got it!" Tony exclaimed, pressing coordinates on his watch. "Are you sure you aren't going to do anything rash, sir?" Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes I'm sure. I won't do anything that will tear the space time continuum. Okay?"

Before Jarvis could reply, Tony's presence already vanished out of the workshop.


Tony groaned as his head was throbbing. He tried to move his arm, and winced as he felt a crack. He blinked open his eyes, and stared out at the endless stars in the night sky.

Am I dead?

"Hey buddy, you alright?" A man asked, leaning over him with a confused look. Tony squinted, eyeing him suspiciously. "Did ya' get in a fight or something?" Tony raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. The man snorted, offering a hand.

"Well whatever got to ya must've been something. You're bloody and bruised as hell." Tony groaned as he got pulled up, his body aching. "Thanks a lot." The man grinned, then widened his eyes as he glanced at Tony's wrist. He gave a low whistle. "Aye, ya rich or somethin'? That's a pretty snazzy watch you got there."

Tony frowned and looked down at his device. "Uh.. thanks." He looked back at the man who was eying him up and down. "You from around here?" Tony furrowed his eyebrows, looking around.

What the fuck?

Where were all the tall and bright-lighted skyscrapers? The noisy traffic jams and gigantic billboards at almost every corner? No busy streets or even a modern-day car? Hell, there's not even a fucking Mcdonalds around! Just a bunch of old brick buildings and plenty of those 40s' doge cars that Tony hasn't seen in years. What is this- a practical joke or something?

"Uh... where am I?" Tony questioned, blinking rapidly to make sure his vision wasn't messing with him. The man raised an eyebrow. "New York city, buddy." Tony snorted. Yeah right.

"No seriously... where the hell am I?" Tony questioned again, his tone serious. The man sighed. "You sure you don't need a doctor or somethin'? You must've had a fall." Tony shook his head. "I don't do hospitals, alright?"

Tony looked at the man more closely, eyeing his outdated look. A press-ironed dress shirt tucked neatly under the slim-cut wool trousers, a matching blazer and fedora to complete the look. The man had wing-tipped shoes and a hand-painted tie, and a neatly trimmed mustache that was hardly around anymore. "Wow, you sure 'keep up' with the style these days." He sarcastically commented.

The man frowned, eyeing his clothes. "It's the style these days. Besides, I should question bout' you're wearing." Tony looked down, confused. "It's just a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers."

"Sneakers?" The man repeated, the word foreign in his tongue. Tony stared at the other in disbelief. He had a heavy New York accent, and dressed as if he was heading to go to swing-dancing. It's almost as if he went back in-

Wait.

The streets, the clothes, the fucking fighter planes flying above them-

"Um... what's the year?" Tony asked slowly, and the man happily replied. "1942."

Holy shit. It worked.

"O-oh, alright..." Tony trailed off, wondering if he should be scared or excited that he succeeded in time-traveling. Well, he hasn't done anything that could tear the space time continuum. So it's pretty good. Tony coughed, changing the subject. "So, where ya' heading?"

"The Stork Club, I got a date." The man replied, looking at his watch. Tony almost winced at how outdated it was. Wait, the Stork Club? "Awesome, I'm heading there too."

The man glanced at Tony, then laughed. "Looking like that? My friend, you can't just go to the Stork Club all bloody and bruised and wearing- er, what're those called again?"

"..Sneakers?"

"Yeah, those things. I'll tell you what- there's a tailor shop around the corner, call for Jim and tell him his friend Wayne sent you. He's a buddy of mine, could give you a discount and clean you up a bit. You got money, right?"

Tony snorted. He always kept an emergency set of $1,000 in his back pocket. "Yeah."

"Good. You ought to go now, tailor shop is bout to close in an hour." Wayne reminded him, giving him a salute before walking off. He stopped and turned, tilting his head. "What was your name, again?"

"Tony." The billionaire replied, and Wayne nodded. "Alright, Tony. See you at the club."


Tony waltzed in, adjusting his tie. He eyed everyone in the room, noticing everyone was having the time of their lives. There were people laughing up a storm, the sounds of beer bottles clinking and the up beat band music were heard. The sounds of high heels clicking against the dance floor was unmistakable, men and women putting all their energy and souls into that one song. Wolf whistles and shouts came from every direction as the song played faster and the men became more daring as they lifted up their partners and swung them around in jaw-dropping directions.

Tony grinned. So this is what the 40's were like.

Although there was war raging, it didn't stop them from taking away all their fun. And they damn well knew how to have a good time, too. Unlike those fast-rapped and techno music in his time, they had amazing soul music that made everyone take off from their seats and join the dance floor. Lively instrumental music that had no need for any vocals. And can you believe their dancing? He nearly fainted at how much high energy and skill they had to move like that. He made a mental note to take a swing-dancing class one day.

"Aye Tony!"

Snapping out of it, Tony looked and eyed his new found friend Wayne, sitting beside the bar and motioning him to come closer. Tony cleared his throat, making himself presentable and going into Stark mode as he swiftly walked deeper inside the club, pretending not to notice the admiring and gazing eyes.

"Hey Wayne." Tony greeted, his lip quirking into a smile. Wayne chuckled, looking at him. "Well don't you clean up? I hardly recognized you without your raggedy clothes and smudged face." He joked, and Tony snorted. "Yeah, I clean up good don't I?"

Wayne nodded. "Surprisingly, you captured most of the attention in the club. Even got the most expensive suit in the store! You really are rich, aren't ya?" Tony shrugged, flashy a toothy grin.

"Anyways, here's someone I wanted ya' to meet." Tony smiled as an petite young girl stepped in front of his view. She was a beauty. Strawberry blonde hair curled up in victory rolls and full lips colored bright pink. She wore a simple fitted green dress that matched her eyes with short sleeves, white collars, and black fabric buttons going down the middle. Nude colored stockings wrapped tightly against her legs and completed the look with black heeled dancing shoes.

"Hello. I'm Donna." She greeted, extending her hand. Tony took it in a firm grip and shook. "Nice to meet you. Wow Wayne, she's a keeper." Donna blushed while Wayne cackled. "I am a lucky guy, aren't I? Met her at the Stark expo a few years ago." Tony tried his hardest not to flinch at the familiar name.

Donna pulled at Wayne's sleeve. "Darling, I'm going to go powder my nose. Won't be long." Wayne nodded, kissing her cheek. "Alright."

Tony gave a wolf whistle as she walked away. "Seriously, how'd you managed to get her?" Wayne snorted, playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Eyes up, buddy. And I told you, Stark Expo. I was trying to get closer to the stage when I happened to bump into her, our eyes met and it was-"

"-Love at first sight." Tony finished for him. Wayne nodded, turning to talk to the bar tender. "2 shots." Tony pursed his lips, pondering over whether or not it was a smart move getting close to someone in the past. It couldn't have really affected his future, now would it?

Wayne nudged him, offering him a shot. "Here ya go. On me." Tony thanked him, swallowing it in one go. Donna came back shortly after, opening her mouth to speak but stopped when she listened carefully to the next song playing. She perked up, tugging Wayne's sleeve. "Oh Wayne! This is my favorite song, we have to dance!" Wayne turned to Tony, who nodded. "Go and have fun you two, it's date night."

Donna grinned, thanking him before tugging her weary boyfriend towards the dance floor. Tony watched them disappear in the crowds of people before turning back on his stool and slamming his shot glass against the table. "Hit me again." The bar tender nodded frantically, a little intimidated.

Tony sighed, laying his chin against his knuckles and glanced around the room, noticing the adoring stares from most of the single(and taken) dames in the room. Most were blushing, looking away every time he caught their gaze and whispered to their friends, erupting into fits of giggles. Others were flirting back, occasionally winking and smiling seductively towards him. But none have dared to walk towards him and engage in a conversation.

The bar tender came back with another shot, laying his arms against the table and eyeing the billionaire. "You from here?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?" The other man shrugged. "Seem pretty different. Not like most of the men round' here." Tony smirked. "I'm not someone who follows the crowd."

"More like someone who leads it." The bar tender joked, chuckling. He glanced behind Tony's shoulder, face falling into a frown. Tony titled his head. "What turned you sour?"

"Nothing. Just that pretty dame over there. Been there for an hour, sitting alone all by herself. Saw lots of men asking her to dance, rejected em' all. The boy that stood her up must be blind, she's a jewel." Tony turned around in curiosity, his calm and composed face falling into a gaping fish in seconds.

No way.

Across the room sat Peggy Carter, her back leaning against the chair and legs crossed as she stared emotionlessly at the men and women around her. She was all dolled up: Short chestnut brown hair curled loosely and pinned, while her lips were colored bright red. She wore a fitted satin dress that showed off her curvy figure, bright red to match her lipstick and had darted sleeves and an A-line skirt that stopped to her knees. Tony bit back a smile at the familiar black strapped dancing shoes that he remembered clicked with every step at ballroom parties when he was younger.

Aunt Peggy was gorgeous.

So why was she all alone?

"Guessing you think she's a real jewel too." The bar tender commented, giving a knowing grin as he watched Tony stare at her. Tony turned, ignoring that comment although he felt the heat rush to his cheeks. That women over there was the same one who changed his diapers until he was 3.

Tony coughed awkwardly, changing the subject. "She's been sitting there for over an hour?" The bar tender nodded sadly, looking back at her. "I'm tempted to go over there and give her a complimentary drink. On the house." Tony pursed his lips. But what about the guy she said she met her at the Stork Club? Was he here?

No Stark, Tony thought to himself. You will not go over there and talk to your Aunt Peggy. You can alternate your future, you can't have that. Tony breathed heavily, shaking himself out of this thoughts and waited until the man Peggy was suppose to meet comes along.

He'll come, he has to.


"Why isn't he here yet..." Tony muttered under his breath, clutching tightly on his 4th bottle of beer as he watched his aunt still sitting alone in the noisy club. It's been half an hour and so far 5 men have asked her to dance, in which she all rejected. Tony stared at all of them like daggers every time he noticed their gaze travel down to her chest. He smirked every time those men caught his stare and fearfully backed out, guessing he was either an relative of the dame and followed her to the club unnoticed.

The bar tender clicked his tongue, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the weary billionaire. "Why don't you go over there and talk to her?" Tony shook his head. "No.. No. I can't. I can't."

Just a few more minutes and the mysterious man will come. Just like the story always went, the story Aunt Peggy told him when he was 6. He looked at the time as it read 8:30. Tony nodded his head. He just has to wait.

8:31.

"Alright fuck it, I'm Tony Stark."

Tony got out of his seat and made his way through the crowd, ignoring the wandering eyes from all angles. He stopped once he was a few steps away from Peggy, taking a deep breath before going into Stark mode. Confidently making his way towards the table, he tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him to stop what he was doing and leave before he does anything rash.

Stupid Jarvis, get out of my head.

"Hey." Tony greeted smoothly as he stood in front of his aunt, giving his best trademark smirk. It always worked like a charm. It died down though once he watched Peggy shift uncomfortably, her big brown orbs staring right at him in confusion.

"Hello." She replied, her thick accent showing through. Tony's lip quirked into a half smile as he gestured towards the dance floor. "Care for a dance?" He felt envious stares from multiple women in the room. Peggy shook her head, clutching tightly on her small hand purse. "Oh no, thank you. I'm flattered but I'll have to pass on that." She said, her voice monotone as if she's said it a million times.

Tony frowned, not a stranger to rejection but also not technically used to it. "You sure? The night is still young." Peggy shook her head, and Tony decided not to push it any further. He turned and took a chair out of an unoccupied table, taking a seat in front of the other woman. "Well, how about just talking then?" He asked, his smile softening. Peggy pursed her lips, staring hesitantly at him. She sighed, leaning back on her seat and opening her hand purse. "Alright, I suppose."

"Alright, so here's what I wanted to talk about: Why is a beautiful girl like you, all by yourself in a well-known club?" Peggy eyed him, then looked down to take out her bullet lipstick. "I don't know, you tell me."

Wow, she's feisty.

"So... did you come here with your girlfriends or something but lost them?" He inquired, and Peggy narrowed her eyes at him. "Excuse you, I'm not attracted to other women and If I was I'd have just one thank you." Tony bit back a laugh. Right. 1940s.

"No, No. Girlfriends as in 'close friends that are girls'." Peggy's glare died down, but still had that warning glint in her eyes. "No, actually. I came here alone." Tony frowned. Why did she come alone?

"Did you get stood up or something?" Peggy's face fell, her brown eyes gazing down towards the floor. No way.

Tony felt guilt poke at his insides, but couldn't help but feel curious as to who stood her up. He'd want to go and have a little chat with the man. "So you did get stood up. By who?"

Peggy looked up, glaring. "Why should I tell you?" Tony looked taken aback, but didn't let it show. "Because... You're hurt, obviously. And I don't like it when people are hurt." Peggy stared hesitantly, debating whether or not she should pour out these feelings to a man she's never met.

"By... Captain America.."

No. Way. Steve?

"O-oh... Captain America, huh?" He tried, his voice a little higher than usual. Peggy sighed, shaking her head. "He didn't exactly stood me up... he just wasn't able to make it." Tony frowned, sympathy in his eyes. Wait a minute-

Peggy was Captain America's sweetheart. She had a thing with Steve.

Steve crashed the plane into the ice, as he remembered, would have been last Saturday.

Steve's first words to Fury: "I had a date."

I had a date...

"Oh my god..." Tony muttered under his breath. Steve was suppose to go dancing with his aunt at the stork club at this particular date. 8 o'clock on the dot, right? But he crashed and froze in the ice... and then aunt Peggy-

"I-If... Captain America wasn't able to make it, why did you still show up?" He couldn't help but ask. Peggy bit her lip, breathing heavily. "I... I was just hoping by some kind of miracle... he'd walk through those doors any time now." She confessed quietly.

Tony felt his heart break in two. Oh aunt Peggy...

"I'm sorry for your loss. I heard that... he crashed in the ice. It must be so hard for you." Peggy felt her breath hitch at the memory, tears pricking around the corners of her eyes. Tony gulped. He should not have came and talked with his aunt.

But he also didn't like seeing her alone, either.

Tony stretched his hand across the table and laced his fingers with Peggy's, squeezing comfortingly. Peggy looked at him with moist eyes, lips quirking into a small smile as she eyed Tony's softening grin. It was a grin Peggy always gave him to stop him from crying.

"You're not alone. I know you've just met me, but believe me when I tell you I care for you and I hate seeing you like this." Peggy looked down, blushing. "I- thank you. Really." Tony smiled, giving one last squeeze before letting her go.

"You know," Tony started, changing the subject. "I had a aunt, she's really similar to you. Strong, fearless, smart." Peggy perked up, her full attention on him. "She could really kick ass in only a pencil skirt and heels." Peggy laughed, a genuine laugh she hasn't had in a week. "She lost someone, very close to her. Someone she cared for and it broke her heart when he went away."

Peggy frowned. "It must be really hard for her." Tony nodded. "It was. But, she let it go. Why? Because it's part of life: Heartbreaks and tragedies. Not everything could go your way. She learned to live again, to forget the past. And eventually, she found love along the way again, too."

Peggy smiled. "She must've been an amazing woman." Tony grinned, nodding. "An amazing woman, a beautiful woman. I loved her with all my heart." Peggy's smile fell a little. "Is she... still alive?"

Tony smiled sadly, shaking his head. "No. She.. she died, a few years ago. It broke my heart. I miss her. A lot." Peggy frowned in sympathy. "I'm sorry for your loss. She sounded like a fantastic woman." Tony chuckled. "She was the best woman I'll ever know. But It's alright. She lived a long life, she's in a better place. She wouldn't want me to mope around. Rather, she'd want me to live life and let go, too."

Peggy couldn't help but ask. "How did- how did she let go?"

Tony looked up, a knowing glint in his eyes. "She danced." Peggy seemed to catch on, because she smiled brightly at him. "You're asking me for a dance, although I rejected you twice?" Tony shrugged. "Third time's a charm."

Peggy laughed, shaking her head. "How do you know if it really is?" Tony smiled. "Well it's my birthday." Peggy looked at him with surprise, then nodded her head. "Alright, mister. Let's dance."

He beamed, standing up and held out a hand. Peggy took it, smiling as she stood up and was led to the dance floor. He walked her towards the center, one hand still entwined with hers while the other rested comfortingly on her lower back. Peggy laid a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ears. "Don't try to step on my toes, mister."

The taller man laughed. "You wound me. I am an fantastic dancer." Peggy smirked. "Alright. Lead the way."

Tony eyed the other dancers with careful observation before starting to move along with the song, leading Peggy around the dance area with such skill and grace that surprised her and most of the people in the club. He led her steadily, turning her around and guiding them both smoothly across the floor. The whole attention of the room was fixed on them, numerous stares of amazement and envy coming from every corner.

Tony glanced and noticed the other dancers left the area, reserving it just for the two of them. Tony smirked. All eyes on them. Time to woo the audience.

Peggy gasped as Tony changed his steps, more daring and confident as he spun her twice. She quickly recovered, observing his steps before following him with ease. Tony smiled. Aunt Peggy was such a quick learner.

"You're an excellent dancer." Peggy complimented, and Tony shrugged. "Been to a lot of ballrooms before." Peggy raised an eyebrow. "You're rich?" She asked as he spun them around again. Tony chuckled. "A bit."

Tony heard the song coming to an end, so he quickly spun Peggy around once more before dipping her as a grand finale. It was silent for a moment, before the room erupted into claps and cheers.

Peggy laughed as Tony pulled her back up, her cheeks flushed. Tony smiled, opening his mouth to talk. "P-"

"TONY!"

The duo turned as Wayne and Donna walked over to them, grins plastered on their faces. Peggy looked at the other man. "Your name is Tony?" Tony grinned cheekily before Wayne made his way towards them. "Well I'll be damned! Who knew you could dance so well?" Tony chuckled, punching Wayne's arm playfully. Donna smiled politely at Peggy. "You were very splendid out there."

Peggy smiled back. "Thank you. I wouldn't have looked that good if not for...Tony.. right here." Tony glanced at her with a playful grin. He grunted as Wayne slapped his back, beaming brightly. "You got to teach me how to dance like that one day." Tony laughed, then wrapped an arm around Peggy. "You wanna get some beer before we dance again?"

Peggy smiled challengingly at him. "What makes you think I'll dance with you again?" Tony smirked. "It is my birthday. And c'mon, don't deny this was the best dance of your life."

"It's... the first dance of my life actually." Peggy admitted, and Tony was stunned. He stole his aunt's first dance? Now this might be something that can alternate his future. "Well... I'm very honored being your first."

Peggy giggled, and Tony took the chance to lead the two towards the bar, Wayne and Donna trailing behind.

After a few(okay, many) shots of beer, Tony and Peggy watched as Donna was amusingly trying to keep her tipsy boyfriend to stay in place. "Now Tony... yer' either a private agent or a Nazi... because who in the hell can finish 6 beers and not get alil' drunk?" Tony laughed loudly, wiping away a tear. "Sorry buddy, the beer ain't strong enough." Wayne pouted, and Donna pinched his cheek.

"So Tony, how about that dance you promised again?" Peggy mentioned, and Tony grinned. "You sure you can handle a little swing dancing?" Peggy rolled her eyes. "Of course I can. Now up." Tony stared amusingly, but didn't hesitate and got up to walk back to the dance floor.

They ended up with a standing ovation dancing to Benny Goodman's Sing Sing Sing.

"Alright, you're good." Peggy commented as he led her back to the bar. Tony chucked. Looks like he didn't really need to take a swing-dancing class. He sat on the stool and glanced at Wayne who was nursing a headache. "Told you not to drink so much." Donna scolded, and Wayne pulled her in for a kiss.

Tony smiled. This is honestly one of the best days in his life. The up-beat band music, the energetic people, dancing with Aunt Peggy-

Shit. He's still in the 1940s.

Tony glanced at his watch, biting his lip. 9:45.

"You alright, Tony?" Peggy asked with concern, and Tony nodded his head. "Y-yeah. I'm alright. Listen, I'll be right back..." He trailed off before heading towards the doubled-doors. Peggy frowned, before turning her attention back to the couple.


Tony walked until he was out of sight, before pressing coordinates on his watch. Let's see... he left when it was Sunday, around 3 in the afternoon if he remembered correctly. He punched in the exact date and was about to leave until he heard someone shouting his name.

"TONY!"

The brunette turned and eyed his aunt running towards him, a little unbalanced because of her heels. Tony ran to meet up with her, giving some space between them as he stopped her by the shoulders. Peggy panted, looking at Tony through thick eyelashes. "Where were- why are you-"

"Peggy..."

Peggy's eyes widened, taking a step back. "How do you know my name? I never once told you." Tony bit his lip. Shit.

"Listen... I-"

"Were you about to leave?" She inquired, looking up at him with questioning eyes that pleaded 'please, don't'. Tony felt his heart break. He had to go, but he also had to make aunt Peggy go back so she can meet the mysterious man-

Wait.

Rather dashing man with big brown eyes and an intimidating smirk... "Hey." Tony greeted smoothly as he stood in front of his aunt, giving his best trademark smirk.

...walked up to her and asked her to dance. "Care for a dance?"

When she refused, he decided to sit down and chat. "Oh no, thank you. I'm flattered but I'll have to pass on that." "Well, how about just talking then?"

Fairly tan-colored man with gorgeous big brown eyes and dark chestnut hair that was swept back so stylishly she'd think he came out from a magazine. 5'9, with the most unusual facial hair and an presence that just seemed so confident and unique that he seemed to grasp the whole attention of any room.

It was him. It was always suppose to be him.

Tony laughed loudly in realization, startling the younger woman. "Tony? Are you alright?" She asked, and shivered as the cool night breeze appeared and flew her curls out of place. Tony frowned, shrugging off his blazer and placing it around her shoulders. Peggy blushed, thanking him.

"Listen Peggy... I have to go." Tony's heart broke at the devastated look Peggy gave him. "D-Do you really? Why? First Steve and now..." Tony sighed, pulling her into a tight hug. He felt Peggy wrap her arms tightly around him, afraid of letting go. He rubbed her back soothingly and whispered in his ear. "You'll see me again."

Peggy bit her lip. "H-How can you be so sure?" Tony chuckled quietly. "You just will. It'll be on the same day, the same date, I promise you. It won't be too long." Peggy sniffled. "Do I- Do I wait at the Stork Club?"

Tony buried his face in her neck. "No. No Stork Club. You just will, okay? When you least expect it. I promise you that." Peggy stopped sniffling and slowly nodded her head. "Alright. I trust you."

Tony smiled, pulling back and caressing his aunt's cheek. Oh aunt Peggy...

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his heart breaking knowing he has to leave. He stared into her eyes, and quoted the comforting words she always said to him when he wasn't in the best of moods: "You'll be alright. You're strong, you're astounding, you're destined to do amazing things. Just keep your head high, and you'll be surprised where you're heading. So smile, for me. Please?"

Peggy smiled, a genuine and honest smile that showed off her pearly white teeth and one Tony has seen far too many times. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and pulled her in for another hug. He didn't want to leave. But he had to.

"I'll miss you." Tony mumbled, and Peggy nodded softly against his shoulder. "I will as well. But I trust you, we will see each other again." Tony laughed, and pulled away, his hand entwined with hers. Peggy leaned in and planted a soft kiss to his forehead, one that flooded Tony's head with heartwarming memories.

"You be careful now. I'll be waiting for you."

Tony smiled, staring with such a lighthearted look that was reserved for her and only her. He slowly unlaced their fingers before stepping away and turning, walking towards the next block where no one can see him. He looked back and saw Peggy waving, her other hand clutching tightly on his blazer. He waved back, before turning again and walking towards his destination, not once looking back.

Not to worry, he'll see her again.


Tony jolted awake, looking at his surroundings. Okay. He didn't wake up on the cement in another alley. That's good. But he also didn't wake up in the tower, in his lab where he previously was.

He looked down and found himself sitting on a park bench, still wearing his 40's clothing. He raised his head and eyed the energetic kids running around the playground, sweaty teenagers nearby playing in the basketball courts, and both young and older adults strolling and jogging around the pathway.

Okay, he's in Central Park.

He slowly got up, groaning as he felt his muscles pop. He yawned tiredly, stretching and brushing the dirt off his trousers.

Wow, he must really miss the 1940's. He just referred to his pants as trousers.

He was about to walk back towards the tower but stopped when he heard his name being called. He turned and saw as Steve ran towards him, dressed in just a white tank top and blue shorts. Wow, what a sight to see.

Steve stopped in front of the smaller man, panting slightly as he took off his earphones and stared confusingly at him. "Why are you at the park? I thought you were doing a project- are you wearing wing-tipped shoes?"

Tony cut him off, wrapping an arm around the taller man's shoulders and leading him back towards the tower. "Yes my friend. Yes I am." Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you dressed like that? It's like you came back from my time."

Tony laughed at the irony.

"Let's say we go get some coffee and donuts, and head back to the tower to watch some classic movies and tell you more about my childhood with aunt Peggy. Sound good?" Steve smiled, shaking his head. "You are a confusing man, Tony."

Tony smiled, then glanced back at an old man sitting alone on another park bench. He looked closer, titling his head and trying to remember who he reminded him of. Tony's eyes widened.

"Uh Steve... I'll be right back." He told him, patting the blonde on the chest before walking towards the familiar man. "Hey... Wayne?"

Wayne looked up, staring at Tony with confusion before realization hit him. "T-Tony...?" He asked, standing up slowly and clutching tightly on his walking cane. Tony grinned and nodded, eyeing the older man. "You've aged."

"And you haven't changed a bit... wearing the same clothes I saw you in that day at the Stork Club..." Wayne trailed off, tears pricking at his eyes. Tony pulled the man into a hug. "I just wanted to thank you for being there for me. For being there when I was unconscious in that alley, and for letting me know a good tailor shop when I needed one. And also for that shot, I really needed one." Wayne chuckled softly. "And finally, thanks for being my friend back there. I really appreciate it."

Tony pulled back and handed Wayne some money and a card. "Here's to pay back what I owe you many years ago, and here's my phone number. Call me so we can meet up again. Is Donna still around?"

Wayne took it with shaky hands. "Oh Donna- she's still around. Back at the retirement home, playing Bingo and what not." Wayne laughed. "I married her, Tony. And we had beautiful kids. I'll let you meet them one day."

Tony smiled. "I would be honored."

Steve walked towards the two, eyeing them with curiosity. "Hey Tony. You didn't introduce me." Tony smiled, shaking his head. "Where are my manners? Wayne, this Steve Rogers. Steve, this is Wayne."

"Well I'll be damned..." Wayne trailed off, holding out a pale and wrinkly hand. "It's Captain America... In the flesh."

Steve smiled politely, shaking his hand. "Hi, it's nice to meet you. Tony has never mentioned you before. Tony, how do you know him?" Tony smiled brightly at Wayne, who smiled back in return.

"He's just... an old friend of mine."