Peggy sat at the kitchen with her head in her hands, obviously frustrated. Daniel walked over to her and gingerly placed his hands on her shoulders. As he started massaging he said, "Peg... Take a break."

Peggy groaned in defiance. Although, the massage was great.

"Your not going to get any where, on anything in this attitude. In this frustration."

"When do you become a therapist?" She mumbled. She knew he was right, she just didn't... Want to admit to herself, that she needed a break.

"You'll never guess who is in town," He said trying to enlighten her spirits.

"Our esteemed Mr Stark?" Peggy rolled her eyes.

Daniel scoffed, though. "No. Try again."

"I thought you said I wouldn't be able to guess," Peggy leaned her head back and looked her husband in the eye.

Daniel chuckled. "That was before you started guessing."

"Please, just tell me."

"Miss Angela Martinelli."

Peggy whipped around. "Really? Are you pulling my leg?"

"No, really. She dropped by theatrical agency. I felt really bad though. She's got great talent... We're just not in that business."

Peggy laughed. Daniel continued, "You guys are going out for drinks tonight."

"Daniel..."

"Come on, Peg. It'll be good for you. Besides, you haven't seen her since you came out here."

"I suppose. When am I supposed to meet her?" Peggy asks getting up. "And where?"

"7:00. And at the bar just around the corner."

Peggy glanced at her watch, then looked away. Only to look back to make sure she read it right. "Daniel!"

Peggy ran upstairs to change. Daniel opened the cupboard laughing.

"Angie!" Peggy called as she shouted the young woman through the crowd.

Angie spotted Peggy and ran towards her, enveloping her in a hug. "English! Ugh, it's been ages. How are you?"

"Very well." Peggy held up her left hand displaying the ring that was placed there permanently, two weeks ago.

Angie gasped and squealed. "How long?"

"Two weeks."

"Congratulations Peggy! Was it a big one?"

"N-no. We are going to have a big one in a couple of months. We went to court. We couldn't and didn't want to wait any longer."

"Congratulations."

They both took a seat at the bar and ordered some drinks. Peggy; a whiskey and Angie; a schnapps. " Let's see who can get sick first." Angie challenged.

Peggy makes a thoughtful face. Like she has to think about it. "You're on."

They chug down the first and ordered another. Angie, one point, Peggy, zero. "So," Peggy says as she waits for her 2nd round. "You out here long?"

"I don't know. Howard said he was experimenting in the picture productions; figured I'd see if I could pick up a role."

Their drinks arrived as Peggy said, "You'll get one from Howard Stark. I'll be sure of that."

Angie laughed. They counted up as they downed their drinks. Peggy won this time. "My brother and I," She explained. "Did this all the time. I always won."

Angie smiled and orders another saying it'll be the tie breaker. "What happened to your brother?"

"Died. In the war." Peggy said, mournfully. "Blasted war."

As their third round came 'round, it was a tough call. Peggy claims, 'I totally won that' but Angie declares, 'Rematch!'

4 drinks later...

Well, Peggy won. Like she always did. She also won trouble, a headache saved for morning and... Well, she didn't know. Both of the women were drunk. Slurring words and not walking straight.

Peggy bumped into a tall, lean man. With brown eyes and jet black hair. "Watch where your going, Miss." He sounded just as drunk as she was. Angie tried to pull Peggy away, but she didn't budge.

"Excuse me?" Peggy's vision almost started blurring but she blinked quickly and it went away.

The man turned all the way around to face her. "I said... Watch where your goin'."

"How about... You, stay out of the way! What ever happened... To nice gentleman... Helping a woman out? Huh?"

The man was angry now. He threw a punch at the woman but she wasn't too uncoordinated to miss it. She punched his face, then kneed him in the groin. Angie pulled at Peggy and thus time she left. Leaving the man curled up like a child on the floor.

"Taxi!" Angie called. She wasn't as drunk as Peggy. Let me put it to you this way, Angie was tipsy. Two more drinks and she wouldn't know anything about nothing. She opted out on the last two drinks Peggy had ordered.

"Where to Misses?" The taxi asked slowly to the women. Peggy was irritated at the slowness and irration in his voice. But she kept her thoughts to herself.

"Griffith Park Hotel," Angie said rubbing her face. "Please."

He started driving and seemed to lull the girls to sleep. The driver reached back and shook them awake. "We are here." He said to the American woman.

Angie paid the driver and jumped out. "Peggy," She said before she left. "Go straight - go straight to bed. Or you'll regret something."

Peggy scoffed and told the cabbie where to take her.

"Peggy," Daniel said concerned as Peggy stumbled in the door. "Have fun?"

Peggy removed her jacket and set her purse down. She walked to Daniel—who was cautious. Just as a precaution—and laid her head on his shoulder. "You want to go to bed?"

Peggy removed her head from his shoulder and kissed him, passionately. Daniel pulled away after a moment, "I think you should probably go to bed."

"Why?" Peggy asked as she placed kisses on his jawline.

"Because you don't look to good."

Peggy ignored him and placed another kiss upon his lips. "Peggy," Daniel said sternly.

"What is it?" She said seemingly offensive. She's just drunk, Daniel told himself. "Do you... Not love me?"

"Yes I do, very much but-"

"Then show me," She purred.

"Not tonight."

Peggy took a step away from him. Now, feeling a little chilly. "And why not?"

"Because," Daniel took a step towards her and took her hand. "I want it to be special. For us to both remember it. And I don't think your going to remember anything tomorrow."

Peggy scoffed in unbelief. "Why did I marry you?"

She's just drunk... She doesn't mean it... She's drunk, Daniel kept telling himself.

"You never want to do anything with me. I'm just your - your partner at work. Something to show off. To be placed on a pedestal."

"I do put you on a pedestal. Because-"

"See! You never cared about me! I should've known!" Peggy pushed his sternum, causing him to take a step back. "This is why... after the war... after my brother..." Peggy had pushed him against the wall and was now beating in his chest. It wasn't her best hits, which Daniel hoped was a sign he really didn't want to hurt him. With every word, "I. Never. Wanted. To. Trust. Men," she hit his chest.

After a few moments of mumbled rants, Peggy died down her temper and laid against his chest again. Her head placed on his shoulder and her hands on his chest. "Why did I marry you?" She said again.

Maybe deep down... She does regret it, More bad thoughts just plundered into his head.

But his heart softened as she continued speaking. "I just get everyone killed. Or put in a terrible position. Steve... Colleen... Jason..."

"Love," Daniel said. "You married because you found love."

Peggy was crying, making Daniel's shirt damp, but he didn't care. "But, I thought I loved... Steve."

Daniel sighed. He could never be Steve Rogers for her. He could never be Captain America for her. A prosthetic reminded him of that everyday. But he knew he could be the best Daniel Sousa for her. And that was enough for her. So it was good for him. "We all think we love someone... But as life moves on, so do we. We find someone that we love even more. Even though that other person will still have a very important place in our hearts."

Peggy lifted her head and looked at her husband. "I love you, Daniel."

Daniel smiled. "I love you too, Margaret."

They embraced each other until Peggy started to nod off, in which Daniel helped the best he could up the stairs, in the bedroom and into the bed. He didn't bother about changing either one of them. He just laid Peggy down and crawled in next to her.

"I love you, Peggy."

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