A/N: I do not own Captain America, or any part of the MCU. However, Steve/Peggy is my One True Pairing, so here is a nice little oneshot to kick off 2016. By the way, the date at the beginning is probably when Steve would have had his date.
Don't You Dare Be Late
Stork Club, New York City, U.S.A.
7:50 P.M, Saturday, March 10, 1945
Margaret Carter- "Peggy" to her friends- prided herself on being someone who was never nervous. Anxious? Yes. Nervous? Oh no no no.
Tonight, however, she was, indeed, nervous. Even though she knew that she had no reason to be.
He's not coming.
He promised he would.
He, of course, being Steven Grant "Steve" Rogers, Captain, U.S. Army. That was his preferred title. "Captain America", to him, sounded somewhat self-righteous, as if it belonged in a comic book. Oddly enough, Peggy had walked past a store selling Captain America comics earlier that day. No one would ever know that she had the latest issue tucked away in her purse-
There you go again, Margaret, letting your mind wander.
Peggy looked over her left shoulder to the clock, the same one she had been watching for the past hour now. 8:00.
"E-excuse me, miss, but may I have this dance?"
Time utterly stopped. That voice….
Peggy slowly turned, and glanced over her other shoulder this time…
And there he was. Steven Rogers, in full US Army uniform.
They were out on the dance floor mere seconds later, Peggy taking Steve though the basics. Steve, to his credit, didn't even step on her toes. Peggy wasn't even sure if she would have minded if, indeed, he had.