"Margaret Carter!" Daniel yelled in worry. The impenetrable Peggy Carter led a mission that didn't look to good as of late.
"Peggy!" He yelled again. Anxiety was starting get to him. He passed dead body after dead body, including some of his own men.
As he trampled farther into the cold building. "Agent Carter!" He yelled seemingly louder -to him- than before.
"Daniel!" He heard a familiar British voice called. It was really faint but it was there.
"Peggy!" He yelled-sighed. "Keep talking!"
"I'm in the corner!" She yelled. "My left arm is stuck!"
Daniel followed the sound of her voice until he found the corner she spoke of. He ran right to her side and bent down. She had a small brick wall piled on top of her left arm. She was struggling to try and pull her arm out. "Hang on, Peg," Daniel says. He lays his crutch down next her and positions himself in a way to lift the wall. "On three pull your arm out and move out of the way." Daniel instructed. He listened for the strained 'Yes,' before continuing. "One... Two... Three!" To the best of his ability he lifted the wall and waited the two seconds it took Peggy to move herself, before he dropped it again.
He let out a sigh of relief and stood with Peggy. She has cuts and bruises all over her face and arms. Her tactical clothing was torn in some areas and her arm was broken, maybe in more places than. Daniel placed his right hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Peggy almost snipped. She was angry at herself for getting her team killed and not getting the job done right. Daniel threw her right arm over his shoulders and helped her walk out. "Daniel," Peggy whined. "I have a broken arm not a broken leg."
He stopped walking and let go off the brunette woman and watched as she walked in front him. "See I'm fine," She flaunted her being able to walk, and stopped right in front of him.
"Fine," He surrendered. "Just a habit."
Peggy smiled at started to turn around but a gunshot sounded through the air. Daniel looked in the direction of the shot and so a large shadow behind the person. He quickly withdrew his gun and shot him, hearing the satisfying body thud. He turned at Peggy who was holding her good arm to her left side. "Peggy!" Daniel yelled as realization hit him. He stepped towards her and took off his jacket. He threw it around her waist, tying it tightly to hold pressure, Peggy winced. Finishing, he took Peggy's right arm to helped her walk out of the building. Grabbing his walkie talkie, he said, "Rose. I'm going to need a hasty exit!"
He put the walkie talkie in his pocket and started walking with Peggy. She tried to help him with her weight but felt like she couldn't stay awake. "Peggy! Stay. Awake."
Peggy's eyes shot back open and she tried her best to keep them open. "Daniel," She winced.
"I know, I know," Daniel cooed. "Just... stay awake..."
Sweat beaded across her forehead, glistening in the scarce light. Her breathing felt heavy and was slowing down. "Peggy," She kept hearing Daniel say. "Peggy stay awake."
They made it out of the building and Rose awaited with the car. Peggy's head bobbed slightly as she tried to stay awake. Upon seeing the pair of agents, she jumped out of the car and helped Peggy into the backseat. Once she was laid down, Daniel sat down next to her. Her head in his lap. "Hand me the First Aid Kit from the back," Daniel instructed. "Please."
Within seconds she was next to him with the requested package. "We need to get to the hospital."
Rose climbed into the front seat and started driving. "No," Peggy mumbled.
"Peggy," Daniel said in an almost scolding state. "We have to. This time it's not a choice."
Peggy moaned in reply. Daniel had the First Aid kit open and was working on a splint for Peggy's arm. She winced as he moved her arm and attached the splint. When he finished, he pulled back her messy hair so it wasn't in her eyes. "Daniel-" Peggy started.
"Sh," Daniel interrupted. "Just stay awake. Just focus on staying awake.
In a strained voice she muttered, "I can- can't."
Her breathing was slowing and it was difficult for her to stay awake, Daniel could tell. But she needed to stay awake. "Yes. Yes, you can. I know you can."
Peggy tried to smile, but failed to her disappointment. Her breathing would occasionally hitch in her throat making Daniel look at her, worriedly.
"Rose?" Daniel asked short but clear as to exactly what he's asking.
"Almost there, Chief," Rose replied.
Daniel looked back down at Peggy. His hand was absentmindedly stroking her head. "Next time," Daniel started trying to change the subject. "Don't try to prove that your a great agent."
Peggy looked at Daniel, almost angry, making Daniel smile. "I already know," Daniel continued. "I think we've already run into enough rebar's and bullets."
Peggy's eyelids were fell heavier and heavier. "Margaret," She distantly heard Daniel. He only called the British agent by her first name unless he was serious or angry. Her eyes slowly opened again. She felt Daniel stop stroking her head and putting pressure on her wound, making her flinch and wince.
Before she realized the car had stopped, the door opened and the sunlight shined through her eyelids. She felt Daniel move out from under her and he helped her slide out of the car. Daniel then laid her down on a stretcher. Her lightheadedness was getting to her as she laid down. She heard the bustled movements of the EMT's but couldn't make anything out. She did fell someone squeeze her hand lightly but assuring. She opened her eyes just enough to see Daniel looking down at her. She felt the jacket that was tied tightly around her waist, removed and the cold air hit her bare side. The hand that was holding hers let go and she was rolled into the building.
Daniel followed as quickly as he could behind the doctors and EMT's. He went as far as he could until someone stopped him, his eyes were still glued to the pale agent that was being rolled away. "Sir," The woman called. "Sir, you need to wait in the waiting room."
"Yeah," Daniel acknowledged. "Sorry."
Her turned on his heel and crutched to the designated sitting room. Rose came in behind him. "She'll be okay," She reassured.
Daniel just nodded his head and sat down.
3 hours later...
Daniel walked into the hospital room where Peggy lay motionless. She did have a little more color in her face and her breathing seemed normal. But the doctors didn't know how soon she would wake, which has Daniel entirely on edge. He took a seat next to her and grabbed her hand. One arm was in a cast that was elevated next to her side. You could see the padding where her bandages were wrapped on her side. Daniel hated that he didn't go in after her right away.
He let go of her hand and balled the hospital sheets in his hands. Angry at himself.
Peggy slipped in and out of unconsciousness. The last time she slipped into the abyss, she was being transferred from surgery into a hospital room. She fell right back asleep.
She woke up, sitting at a desk in the LA SSR office. The whole thing seemed familiar but couldn't place it. She stood up and called random names. "Daniel?" No answer. "Rose?" No answer. She stood up and she was immediately standing in the middle of the chaos that she was recently apart of. She gasped as she watched SSR agents fall left and right. She spun in a circle before she lost her balance and fell over.
"Margaret Carter!" She heard a familiar voice call. She shot her head up. She recognized the voice to be Daniel's.
She stood up and ran up in front of her. "Daniel," She breathed.
"Peggy!" He called as if she wasn't there.
"Daniel! I'm right here," She said waving a hand in front of her face.
"Agent Carter!" He still a step forward, walking right through her. Peggy gasped and fell to her knees. She covered her mouth -tears threating to spill out- as she watched him looked around helplessly for her.
She closed her eyes as small tears slid down her face. She really scared him. And she was hotheaded about him helping her. When she opened her eyes, she was in the SSR office again. Mr Jarvis and Rose stood in front of her and the door to Daniel's office in front of them. From where Peggy stood she saw -blurred- Daniel hitting the filing cabinet with his crutch. "It would seem Chief Sousa has lost his composure," Mr Jarvis spoke.
Peggy stood next to rose and asked, "Why? What's happened?"
"He's just worried about Peg," Rose says matter-of-factly.
Peggy again asked, "Why? I'm right here!"
"As are we all," Mr Jarvis speaks up again.
"No," Rose says looking at the man for a split second. "He has a special kind of worry for her."
Peggy turned back to the office that swung open to reveal an angry Daniel. But Peggy blinked and she was somewhere else again.
This time she was in Violet's living room standing next to the two. "You didn't tell me," Violet says coolly.
"What? About the mission? You
know-" Daniel started.
"No, I'm not talking about the mission," Violet interrupted. "You told me you moved here for a fresh start but that's not the whole truth is it Daniel?"
"Of course it is," Daniel defended, reaching out for her hand.
Violet withdrew her hand and said, "You were running away."
"No," Daniel says again. "No, I wasn't."
"You were running away. From Peggy," Violet was almost crying but held her composure.
"Okay, Violet..." Daniel eased. "It's not what you think."
"Well," Violet says shaking her head. "I think your in love with her... Aren't you Daniel?"
Daniel inhaled sharply as if he was going to say something but stopped and just stared at the ground below him. Peggy gasped as she turned away from the couple. Well, the used-to-be-a-couple couple.
Violet slipped off her engagement ring and set it on the coffee table. "Good luck, Daniel. Your a great man," Violet whispered before walking out of the room. Daniel sighed. He stared at the ring before picking it up and walking out of the house.
Peggy opened her eyes, tired of
seeing... Well, what she was seeing. She blinked multiple times to get accustomed to the white lights. On her left, her arm was elevated on pillows and in a cast. On her right, Daniel had his head on the bed, most likely sleeping. Peggy smiled, and realized their hands were entwined. She gave his hand a careful squeeze. His head shot up immediately. As if he wasn't asleep.
"Peggy..." Peggy couldn't tell if it was a gasp or a sigh. "Y-your awake."
Peggy raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I think so."
Daniel tried hard not to smile but failed. "Why do you have to joke about these things?"
"Because you're to serious about it. I'm fine," Peggy explained. Their hands were still together but neither of them minded.
"I'm just," Daniel paused. "Glad your okay." He massaged the back of her hand with his thumb. Peggy smiled and closed her eyes blissfully.
"Me too. I suppose," Peggy says knowing full well she's going to start something with 'suppose'. "Will you help sit me up?"
"'You suppose'?" Daniel asked getting up to get more pillows to prop the agent up. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Daniel, stop," Peggy said. Daniel stopped in his tracks and looked at Agent Carter. "I'm really, truly okay. Stop worrying."
Daniel shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the bed. He pulled Peggy into a sitting position and put the pillows behind her. Once situated, she leaned back, thanking him.
"Better, Queen Carter?" Daniel teased. Peggy gave him a scolding look and instead of retorting like normal, she grabbed his tie and pulled him in to kiss her. It was slow and gentle. Daniel only pulled away when there was someone clearing their throat.
"I'm glad to see your awake," Someone said. Daniel sat back down in his chair and just stared at the British, brunette agent as she conversed with the doctor. All was well.
~The End~