Bad Ideas: An Avengers Fanfic

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Bad Idea #22: Peggy and the Kardashians

Over the next few weeks and months, as Natasha began to slowly heal, Steve noticed subtle changes begin to form in her behaviour. Just a few months before, Nat would have refused any kind of help or assistance, now she let Steve bring her food and books. But as she became more and more mobile when she had healed enough to use crutches, Steve started to go out on the weekends. Of course, Natasha noted Rogers' disappearances. He would leave every Saturday and Sunday at midday and would return an hour or two later. When she asked him about it one day, his short reply was:

"Just visiting an old friend."

Logically, Natasha assumed that he meant the new museum exhibit with its section dedicated to the Howling Commandos. She never knew Steve was visiting Peggy Carter. She never knew Steve had spent hours talking about his new life with S.H.I.E.L.D and his friends.

"And her eyes, Peg. Her eyes are as green as emeralds. Her hair's fiery red, impossible to miss."

"What is her name?"
"Natasha… Her name's as beautiful as she is."

"And what type of person is she?"

"Completely and utterly baffling. Sarcastic, sassy, infuriating- scarily like you…"

"Well, I'm glad that someone is keeping you on your toes."

Steve laughed as he stood up from Peggy's bedside and poured himself a drink of water.

"Maybe that's a slight understatement," he said. The grey haired woman turned to smile at the soldier seating beside her. It seemed so strange to Steve, he knew that he should look like Peggy, grey-haired and wrinkled. He should be frail and weak. He should also look 95, not 25. One could argue that he should not even be breathing, but Steve preferred not to think about that possibility.

"Do you have many friends?" Peggy asked.

"Friends are hard to come by, but yeah, I've got a couple," he answered quietly.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Peggy chuckled quietly. Steve felt his cheeks go pink.

"Clint was Nat's partner for a little over a decade. It was his call that saved her life. He's a good guy, though he can be an annoying smartass at times, kinda like-" Steve stopped himself before he mentioned Bucky, his fallen best friend, he knew that he might not be able to hold back to inevitable wave of grief that would surely follow Buck's name. The soft expression on Peggy's face, made him feel slightly better. He cleared his throat and straightened in his chair.

"There's an Irish girl, too. Jamie, though I'm pretty sure the only person that calls her that is Clint, her partner. Two smartasses working together."

"And it was her life that your Natasha saved?"

"Yeah… I don't know how Clint and I made it through that nightmare." Peggy smiled sympathetically and placed her wrinkled hand on his.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Peg?" Steve asked, smiling.

"I would like to meet them, or at least this wonderfully confusing lady that keeps you on your toes," she said. Steve pressed his lips together tightly.

"I don't know if that's a good idea…"

"Oh, bugger off with you bad ideas!" Peggy said sternly. Steve smiled and sighed as he stood up to leave.

"I'll ask her, she may not go for it, though," he said, placing a light kiss on Peggy's forehead.

"Goodbye, Steve. I'll see you next week, my dear." Peggy closed her eyes as Steve made toward the door and whispered: "See you, Peg."

Natasha had faced Chitauri aliens, a god on a power trip, Tony Stark without coffee and Red Room operatives; all four were on her 'extremely disliked' list, in that particular order. The fifth item was any kind of shelf over a countertop. But this time things would be different. You see, Natasha had a crutch. And that crutch had a handle. So, she balanced her weight on the other side and carefully lifted the crutch so that the handle would slip behind the targeted bag of potato chips waiting for her.

With extreme precision, she slid the handle around the plastic bag and pulled the crutch toward her. Voilà! The bag fell onto the counter and Natasha picked it up and headed back to her armchair behind a bookcase. She carefully manoeuvred around the growing mounds of books around the chair, before plonking herself down onto the comfy fabric to enjoy the spoils of her victory against high things. Suddenly, she heard Steve's keys in the door and his footsteps in the hall.

"Hey, Rogers," she said, digging into her chips. He threw his keys into a bowl by the door.

"Hey, Nat," he answered as he entered the living room. She was resting her feet on a small coffee table with her head buried in a book, a bag of chips resting in her lap. Her red locks were tied up and she was wearing a pair of reading glasses.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," Steve said, sitting on the couch opposite her.

"I don't, they're fake," Natasha answered. "Wore them as part of a cover for six months couple of years ago. I just got used to reading with them."

Steve flicked through a magazine resting on the couch, only to promptly place it down.

"What do you want to ask me?"

Steve didn't even bother wondering how she read him so easily.

"I want you to meet someone, please…"

Nat carefully put down her put and studied him with her glasses resting on bridge of her nose.

"Who?"

"Old friend."

She sighed deeply and considered his offer.

"…Fine. When?" Steve's face lit up with an infectious smile.

Suddenly, Natasha had a brilliant idea.

"Have you ever heard of the Kardashians?"

Five hours of 'reality' television later, it was decided that Steve had received a very thorough education of life in the twenty-first century.

"But what do these people do?" Maybe he wasn't exactly clear on the occupations of the Kardashians, but then again, who was?

"I don't know. I think someone just kinda pays them to exist…" Natasha answered and leaned into the super-soldier sitting the couch beside her. Steve shifted his body sideways and draped his arm over her shoulders. He smiled down at her, to which she replied with her own little smirk.

"Have you seen many movies since the defrosting?" she asked.

"Uhhh, two. I think. Something a princess and a wolf thing and one with a swear every thirty seconds."

"We should have a movie night. Further your education. We'll start with Disney."

Steve smiled at the carefree grin on her face, her eyes brightened.

"Nat…"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"You say that a lot…"

"I've said worse."

"I've heard worse."

Hey, dere! Just watching CA:WS for the twelfth time (I counted…) I got an amazing prompt for this that I intend to expand in. Thank you to Sportsfan64- you's awesome! Any who (do people still say that?), I'm on tumblr too: the-other-one-part-two. If you wish to check that out, I'm still taking prompts and requests :).

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