Disclaimer: This is self explanatory but I still need to say it.

I do not own any of the songs used in these one-shots

I do not own any of the characters from the Avenger Movies (or any other Marvel Movie) and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. If I did, Romanov and Banner wouldn't be a thing, and if they were, it would have been done much more realistically than in Agent of Ultron. I don't list characters in here because for all I know they may never be used in my writing.

Some of these chapters might be set in an AU setting. If that happens I'll try to give a warning. Each chapter is a one-shot. The pairings are bound to mix up, personally I'm a Clint/Tasha shipper but I might surprise you.


Should've Been Us- By Tori Kelly


Walking round with my head down

But I can't hide with these high heels on

Downtown in a thick crowd

But it's just you that my mind is on

Dressed up, got my heart messed up

You got yours and I got mine

It's unfair that I still care

And I wonder where you are tonight

It been three years since she lost Steve. Three years since he heroically piloted that HYDRA plane into the ice and perished with it. She spent two and a half years alone, missing him. From his friendly and hopeful blue eyes to his messy but militarily acceptable blonde hair. And if Peggy wanted to she would have remained single for her entire life, just for Steve. However, they both knew that he would have wanted her to move on. To which she endured six painful, humiliating, and heartbreaking months.

Her heels went click clack on the sidewalk, the Brit lowering her head as she maneuvered with great caution and skill through the grounded New York streets. She was on her way home, the only thing on her mind being her beloved Captain. It was only her luck that she fell in love with such a moral, honorable, bachelor such as Steve and can't find anyone as respectable.

It was so unfair, to not only lose the perfect man for her but to be constantly pinning away for him. It's unfair that she can't be happy, that she's constantly guilty of betraying him even though he's dead. It been three years, why can't her heart get over Steve and be optimistic about finding a new man? Why can't she go out on one date without feeling as guilty as a sinner in church?

Thinking it could be different

But maybe we missed it yea

Thinking it could be different

It could, it could

When the war first started Peggy told herself that she would not get involved with any military man. She would not put herself through that heartbreak, that sickening thing that clung to the despair of a war struck widow. She would wait for the war to be over, when the Allies had won and there was peace across the globe.

For some reason, Steve Rogers convinced her that they could have been different. That she wouldn't lose him. That he'd fight through the rest of this war and still come home alive. She saw Steve and fell to the same illusion that every woman with a man in the war goes through. She believed in the same 'it won't happen to us' illusion, that she wouldn't have lost him in the war. And she faced the same heartbreak she told herself she wouldn't. She always saw him marching him from the war, the Axis and Hydra defeated, right back to her. She always saw him coming home.

It should've been us

Shoulda been a fire, shoulda been the perfect storm

It should've been us

Coulda been the real thing, now we'll never know for sure, ooh

We were crazy, but amazing, baby we both know

It should've been us, us

It, it, it should've been us

They worked so well together during the war, while she worked behind the battle fronts planning the assaults Steve would be leading the charge into every Hydra Base, considering every bit of advice she gave him before he acted. He was the only man to ever consider her opinion and respect it, he was probably the only man who wanted her opinion.

They could have been something, he could have been the one for her. Of all the men she'd come across, of all the men who tried to hit on her, of all the men who broke her heart for some blonde bimbo, he could have been the one for her. If only she had fallen for him sooner, if only she had realized she loved him sooner, if only they got around to it sooner. Maybe if she had told him how she felt when she saw that floozy kissing him, she would have had more time with him. She could have taught him how to dance. But now she'll never know. It was only speculation now.

Back and forth like a tug of war

What's it all for, do I want it back

I still got a little flame for ya

Even though you drove me mad

Now and then, I pretend

That it's you when I close my eyes

You got yours, I got mine

But I wonder where you are tonight

"Cheer up Peg, so that bozo wasn't the one," Howard encouraged before taking a hearty gulp of his coffee. The two of them sat across from each other in a diner, one of them drinking coffee while the other had some hot tea. There weren't that many people there, it was an extremely slow hour. Which was probably good and bad, good because there weren't that many people around to see them together and get any ideas but bad because all the woman he had to look at were the moderately okay waitresses and Peggy. And Howard Stark would never try to get with the Captain's girl. Ever. He had some respect and morality.

The moment he found out that Peggy was ready to find someone new, to find herself a new man, he'd been looking left and right to sett her up and ensure her happiness. He would never admit it to anyone, except maybe Jarvis, but he felt he not only owed Peggy for saving his reputation, he owed Steve just as well. Even though he didn't know Steve that well, he liked the guy and he was really hoping that after the war he could have some more fun teaching Steve some things about woman. But Steve died and was gone forever, as far as Howard could imagine, and he left a beautiful, brilliant Brit to mourn for him.

"The next guy will be the one," He promises.

"I'm afraid sir," Jarvis interrupted, "That perhaps you should stop playing Cupid and let Miss Carter to find someone in her own."

Unlike Howard, Jarvis was extremely sensitive to women's feelings and feared that his employer was doing more harm than good to their friend. Jarvis had always held a respect for the woman, there were not many people like her. She was to the Captain as his wife Anna was to him. And a love like that could not be forced or forgotten. He respected Peggy too much, and was constantly trying to convince Howard to not meddle in her love life. Trying, but constantly failing. So, Peggy was caught in a tug of war between them. Of either going through with Howard's attempts to bring her closer to happiness or agreeing with Jarvis and turning down her many blind dates.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about your own love life before trying to fix mine Howard?" Peggy asked as she sipped her tea. She glanced over at Jarvis, the man sitting to her right and Howard's left. They formed a triangle around their table.

"Come on Peg," Howard sighed, "Don't you want to love someone again? Someone other than Steve?"

Peggy's silence was the answer, resulting in Jarvis to send a disapproving glare at Howard. Of course she wanted to be in love again, to have someone love her as much as she loved them. But she still loved Steve, and in a way that was constantly holding her back. Even though that clueless soldier drove her a bit bonkers.

"What?" Howard asked, genuinely confused on what he did wrong. What did he say to upset her?

"Sir, you really need to be more sensitive and cautious about what you say."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Peggy briefly closed her eyes, their little argument fell on deaf ears as she thought of Steve. She could almost picture him now, sitting between her and Howard, no doubt talking about the jerk he got into a fight with because he was harassing some poor girl. Maybe even arguing a bit with Howard about whether or not he should give up another vial of blood for scientific research. Or perhaps maybe he'd just be doodling on a napkin, she could never quite tell what he might do if he was here. With a sigh, she opened up her eyes to look at them both.

'Oh my darling, where are you?' She thought as she leaned back in her seat and finished the very last of her tea. Was Steve looking over her now? Or was he the guardian angel of someone much more less fortunate than herself.

It should've been us

Shoulda been a fire, shoulda been the perfect storm

It should've been us

Coulda been the real thing, now we'll never know for sure, ooh

We were crazy, but amazing, baby we both know

It should've been us, us

It, it, it should've been us

"I really do appreciate you coming Miss Carter," Jarvis was pacing back and forth nervously, rubbing his hands back and forth quite nervously. The entire room echoed with his footsteps, and from the far right wall, Howard sat aloof in a chair.

"Calm down Jarvis, she's going to be fine. I promise you, I've made sure that the best doctors are with her."

"And I most appreciate it sir, it's just-" Jarvis stared at the two with such wide eyes, filled with such anxiety and nervous energy Peggy couldn't help but rest a hand on his shoulder.

"Anna will be fine," Peggy assured, "As will your baby."

Nine months had flown by, at least for Howard and Peggy. For Jarvis, well it wasn't so easy. The poor man had to deal with Howard Stark during the day, and when he got home he had to manage not just the chores he usually took up at home but also mood swings and food cravings. And he was terrified that something would go wrong, like the baby wouldn't be healthy or his dear Anna would pass away in the process. Peggy and Howard did everything they could to convince him that it was going to be ok, Howard making sure the best doctors were tending to Anna.

"Oh, I just hope you both are right," Jarvis stopped his pacing and took a seat beside Howard. Peggy let her mind wander, wondering if Steve would be this nervous. Actually, that was a stupid question because he would have a million reasons to worry. Just like Jarvis.

"Jarvis, you know it is very rare for me to agree with Stark. Trust me when I say that we can't possibly be wrong if we are agreeing."

Jarvis nods, wringing his hands together as he waited impatiently. Peggy sat quietly, next to him, staring at the floor. If she was still with Steve, if they were still together, would they have been able to have a baby? It's possible, but Steve was so sickly before the serum. Would the baby be sickly? Would the baby be deformed because of the super soldier serum? Would the baby even come out alive? Would she? And a baby of Captain America, that baby would need as much protection as the president, if not more. If the child of Captain America ever fell into Soviet hands, who knew what would happen?

But in a sad, nostalgic, and heartbreaking way, it was something nice to think about. Whatever happened, Peggy knew that the baby would be just like them. Talented and brave like Steve, and smart like herself. And they'd be crazy for the child, crazy for an equally amazing baby.

A nurse quietly entered the small waiting room, approaching the group, "Are either of you gentleman Mr. Edmund Jarvis?"

Jarvis immediately stood, "I am."

The nurse smiled at him and beckoned him to follow her, "Right this way please."

Peggy and Howard stood, following after Jarvis as the nurse led them towards the delivery room. Jarvis paused in the doorway, taking in the sight before him of his wife, her hair limb and a bit sweaty. In her arms was a tiny little bundle of joy, a baby that was crying softly. Anna smiled over at Jarvis tiredly, struggling to calm the baby down.

"Come here honey, come meet your new little girl."

"It's a girl?" Jarvis whispered delighted, staring at the baby with wide eyes. He approached his wife and new daughter, holding his arms out eagerly to hold her. Anna graciously handed him the baby and Peggy couldn't help but fell awestruck by how right it looked to see Jarvis holding such a tiny little baby in his arms. He held the baby so gingerly in his arms it was like she was a delicate piece of china.

"So, what did ya name the little ankle biter?" Howard asked, watching Jarvis hold his new daughter with a small smile. The sight of his loyal friend holding his new born daughter was just so sweet, so adorable. Almost made him want to settle down and have a family. Almost.

"Rachel, Rachel Elizabeth Jarvis."

Jarvis turned to Peggy, having somehow managed to calm his little Rachel down, "Miss Carter, would you like to-"

"Of course," Peggy enthusiastically held her arms out to hold the little baby, not even letting him finish his question.

Oh oh, oh oh

It should've been us, yeah

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh

It should've been us

It, it, it should've been us

Little Rachel squirmed on Peggy's arms, the little baby did this to everyone who wasn't her parents. Peggy held her carefully not wanting the child to slip through her fingers but not wanting to leave any bruises on the child's tender skin. She sat quietly in a chair, holding the baby for Anna while she talked with a few friends.

Peggy had at first found it a bit peculiar that Anna insisted on waiting for the child to be born before having a baby shower. But then Anna explained to her how woman in her religion did this because, god forbid, the mother lost the baby or babies and it made sense.

But looking down at the baby in her arms, watching Anna open the gifts, being here, it made that familiar sad longing slowly crawl it's way through her chest. She stared down at Rachel in her arms, trying to get the child to settle down despite it being a futile effort. In a way she felt like this should be her and Steve, that they should be the ones holding a baby shower. But just as quickly as it came, it went away because Rachel suddenly stopped squirming in her arms and made gurgling sounds. She couldn't help but smile at the baby, at the innocent little face in her arms.

Steve and her could have had a baby just like this, such an innocent little spirit looking up at her for protection and love, but she would protect and love little Rachel just the same.

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Peggy ducked down behind a tree, the ring of gunfire echoing in her head. Her breathing came out in uneven little huffs, and she quietly scanned herself for any injuries. Maybe a few scrapes and bruises underneath the jacket but no blood.

Thompson sent her into Russia, she was one of their only agents who understood the language and he thought her pretty face and British accent would keep the poor soviets unsuspecting. After all, this is mostly a war between the U.S.A and U.S.S.R, it's Americans that they'd be looking for as spies. He sent her in hoping she could make contact with a possible defector, someone who just wanted out of the country and out of the madness. The deal was that if he told Peggy everything and gave her some evidence about what the Soviet Union has been up to, she and the Howling Commandos will escort him and his family across the border. Turns out it was a trap. A trap that Peggy fell right into.

She had insisted on coming into the city alone. She thought that it would be quicker with just herself, she wouldn't need to translate for the boys and she could easily blend in. No offense to Dugan, but that mustache would only make him stand out like a white thumb in a sea of red. Peggy really regretted having the guys wait for her out in the surrounding woods now. She needed their fire power more than ever.

Hearing them fastly approaching, Peggy scrambled to pull out her radio. She stood, flattening herself against the bark before she spoke in it, praying she kept her voice low enough for the guys to hear her but not be detected yet.

"This is Carter," She winced as the radio crackled, "Requesting backup."

"Peggy? What's wrong? Where are you?" She was somewhat thankful that it was Jones answering instead of Dugan. But the concern was still there no matter who answered, this was Steve's girl after all. The Howling Commandos saw Peggy as an honorary member, they had the highest respect for her. But also the need to keep her from dying, some of them feared if they did let it happen, Steve would haunt them from his icy grave.

Peggy started to list instructions and directions, when she heard footsteps getting closer and just stopped, "Jones, Jones just take the guys and don't get killed or captured ok? They're coming upon me."

"Don't worry Peggy we're coming for you."

Peggy flicked the radio off and stashed it back where she had momentarily hidden it, turning with her gun raised to face death or capture.

Thinking it could be different

But maybe we missed it

Thinking it could be different

It could, it could

It was so dark and cold in this, well, Peggy had yet to decide if this was an interrogation room or dungeon. The walls were made of stone, and the metal chair she was handcuffed to was bolted down to the floor. She couldn't stop the chatter of her teeth or the slight shiver that made her body tremble even if she wanted to. They had no heating in the room whatsoever and had removed the winter coat she'd been captured in.

They tried to get information out of her, anything and everything she knew about the SSR and it's agents, but she kept her mouth shut. Peggy refused to betray her allies at the SSR, to betray Agents Thompson and Sousa, to betray Stark to the enemy. And so they beat her, she was pretty sure her nose was broken and would need to be re broken in order to heal properly. It was lucky for her that she had seen these violent methods used by her fellow agents, she knew that they could only go so far without killing her. Especially when she hadn't said a word about anything.

Peggy's stomach grumbled persistently, feeling empty and hollow. The soviets fed her sparingly, giving her just enough food to keep her alive but not enough to alleviate her hunger. And perhaps it was the concussion that they dealt her or maybe it was her hunger finally getting the better of her but she kept thinking that this shouldn't have happened. That this should be different. That she shouldn't be held captive like some damsel in distress and that Steve was going to come bursting through that door any moment with his shield, ready to sweep her off her feet and bring her back home.

When Peggy heard frantic shouting outside her door, most of it in Russian, she got hopeful and optimistic. She heard gunfire, and with wide eyes she dared to hope that her rescue was at hand. She struggled against the metal cuffs, trying hard to not cry from the pain and happiness that struggled to dominate her.

"Carter?" The shout was faint, having to travel through the thick metal door and stone walls to reach her. But Peggy heard it anyways and started to shout back. She almost for a brief moment shouted out Steve's name, thinking maybe it was him but remembered that he would have shouted Peggy.

The the moment the light came in through her dark little room, she immediately closed her eyes and flinched back. The footsteps were quick and light, and as Peggy tried to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, she felt someone tugging at the handcuffs for a moment before they disappeared.

"Don't worry Carter, we're gonna get you out of here," Peggy frowns when she hears Thompson's voice, extremely confused on when he came to Russia. She wasn't aware that the Howling Commandos called in back up to come get here. She struggled to stand on her own, but her head started to swim and her knees buckled. Thompson quickly reached over and caught her, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. It sort of scared him how thin she looked, how cold she felt, how there were bruises around her throat. But what scared him the most was how out of it she was, the Agent Carter he knew was more focused than this.

"We're gonna get you home," He whispered, adjusting his hold on her before running out of the room, trying to not jar any of her other injuries.

It should've been us

Shoulda been a fire, shoulda been the perfect storm

It should've been us

Coulda been the real thing, now we'll never know for sure, ooh

We were crazy, but amazing, baby we both know

It should've been us, us

It, it, it should've been us

Howard sighed, staring at Peggy's sleeping form from outside her hospital room. This wouldn't have happened if Steve was around, if the Captain was still here she wouldn't have gone in there alone. If Steve was there he would have never let those assholes lay a single finger on Peggy.

He wished Steve was here, he made Peggy so happy. They would have been an amazing team in Russia, they'd be an amazing team in anything. Maybe even as parents. Howard could try all he wanted but he knew that none of the men he set Peggy up with would he good enough. They have Captain America to compete with for crying out loud, the super soldier. The first super hero. No one can compete with that chivalry.

"Sir, I have your coffee," Jarvis whispered. He handed the mug over to the inventor, both turning their eyes onto Peggy. They were extremely lucky that she wasn't dead, that the Russians didn't decide to just kill her on sight.

"This wouldn't have happened if we still had Steve," Howard muttered, sipping his coffee. Jarvis stared at his comrade with a solemn expression. Neither of them knew if Steve could have prevented this from happening, being close to Captain America could put Peggy in greater danger.

"You can't know that for sure sir," Jarvis sighed, but Howard wasn't paying attention to him anymore. His eyes were on Peggy, the Brit murmuring ever so quietly in her sleep. Jarvis felt his own heart shatter when he realized that Peggy was calling for Steve, for someone she wanted to be with her but wasn't.

Oh oh, oh oh

It should've been us, yeah

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh

It should've been us

It, it, it should've been us

"Howard?" Peggy quietly approached the inventor in his lap, watching her step cautiously. She learned early on to watch her step in Stark's labs, you never knew for certain what he had lying around and one wrong step could have a metal screw piercing your foot.

The inventor in question was slumped in his chair, his dark hair disheveled and dark circles under his eyes. Peggy could only place his expression as being upset, she couldn't decide which emotion was dominant: frustration, disappointment, sadness. He tried so hard to find Steve's body, or at least the shield for Peggy and all he found was that stupid blue glowing cube. Which, yeah, was probably good for them but that was not intended. Howard Stark was trying to find Captain America, and all he found was a blue glowing energy source they had no way of harnessing.

"Howard get up," Peggy sighed, "You can't hide in here forever."

"I'm not hiding," Howard scowled, crossing his arms like a stubborn child.

"Is this about the cube?" Peggy frowns, realizing immediately that it was about the cube. She placed an empathetic hand on his shoulder, knowing exactly how he felt. How badly she wanted it to be Steve, just to have that closure and give him a proper burial. But it was that glowing blue cube, and while Peggy was grateful that the SSR found it before the Soviet Union, Leviathan, or some scrambled Hydra members found it, it wasn't her beloved captain. She had mixed emotions about this, just as much as he did.

"Howard," She sighed, "You did your best to find him, you know that. So you didn't find him, you found Hydra's weapons instead. Now we can make sure it's never used again."

Howard didn't say anything for a long time until he gave a frustrated sigh and kicked his desk, "I could have sworn it was him. We've searched an entire ten mile perimeter around the spot where we found it but still no captain. I can't understand it Peggy, I can't understand how we can't even find that stupid shield!"

Anger flashed in his eyes, he stared at Peggy, raw emotion burning in his eyes. The Brit in question sighed, looking at Howard, "We can't give up Howard. You can't give up. You're Howard Starks, the most stubborn, pigheaded individual I've ever crossed paths with. If anyone can find him, if anyone can find his body it's you."

Of course, Peggy had no idea how wrong she was. But she had faith that Howard would be able to find Steve. If he could find the cube by accident, then he should be able to find Steve.

Oh oh, oh oh

It should've been us

Oh oh, oh oh

You know it should've been us

Oh oh, oh oh

It should've been us

It, it, it should've been us

His grave stone looked so out of place. It was so clean, so new compared to the other aging headstones despite being three years old. Her small bouquet of flowers rested beside it, the bright red, blue, and white petals popping out against the dark green grass. Peggy knelt down before it, staring at the engraved rock with watery, stinging eyes.

Even though the casket was empty, Steve didn't belong here. He should be with her, holding her and maybe starting a family with her. He should be with her, protecting the people of America and being the hero she always saw him as. Even if he wasn't being Captain America anymore. They should be together, he shouldn't be dead. He shouldn't be gone. He should be with her.


To the poor guest named Jenna who asked for some happy Romanogers, I'm extremely sorry. I had started this before you reviewed.

For those of you who have seen Agent Carter I'm sorry I didn't add anything about Thompson and Sousa both vying for her affections. I didn't know if everyone had seen it and I was scared if I did it I'd have to choose between them both and honestly I could never do that.

Also, in the Jewish religion, baby showers are held after the baby's birth incase god forbid something happens to the baby. If I remember Agent Carter right, Anna Jarvis is Jewish.

This got harder and harder to write in the end. But persistent paid off. And I got ideas for "Fight Song", "You Belong with Me", "Wait for me to Come home", "When I see you again", and others. Other songs I can't name right now because I can't remember them.

Please review.