*Hey guys. A few things to say. No, this isn't the first chapter of the sequel. This is a "Deleted Scene" of the first one. You see, I feel like there might have been a couple of things I should have added in the first story. You know what I mean? The story was very action-filled and I wanted to add some personal scenes.

So here is the first one. This scene takes place when Marty storms out of the pub after Steve accepted Peggy's invitation to dance. She's feeling angry and jealous, but she doesn't know why. She also feels a need to do something to make Steve feel the kind of jealousy she's feeling...what will she do? I dunno, how 'bout you scroll down and find out?

P.S: The first chapter of the sequel will be out this upcoming Friday. Woo! Also, I miss you guys. Okay. See yah soon :)

(I'm not really sure how I feel about posting this, but I think it calls for interesting plot with Tony in the sequel. So...here.

-Noor xx

Marty

I stormed across the snow and away from the pub, my hands balled into fists at my side. How could he dance with Peggy? He just left. We were in the middle of a conversation, we were making plans, and he just brushed it off as if it was nothing. I mean, I guess it was kind of not that big of deal, but that's the reason why these feelings were confusing me so much. I was infuriated, boiling from the inside, all because Steve was back at the pub with another woman. I didn't know what people called this feeling, but I felt pissed and I felt an urge to do something, something that would make Steve feel these unexplained feelings too.

I stopped dead in my tracks, catching myself from thinking like this any further. I didn't care. Yeah, I didn't give a damn what Steve was doing with whoever he was doing it with. I stood there as the snow fell in sheets before me, and thought about it for another moment.

I did care. Damn.

"Brooks!" The voice came from out from thin air. I raised an eyebrow, looking around to see who the voice belonged to, but there was only white. I stood confusedly for moment when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around quickly, startled, but there was nothing to be scared of. It was just the best weapons manufacture the war's got; Howard Stark, beard and all. He wore a pair of ear muffs and handsome coat.

"Oh, good evenin', Stark." I said, taken aback by his presence. What was he doing here? "You lost?" I asked, with a soft laugh.

"No," he chuckled, "but it looks like you might be." He said with a charming smirk.

"No, I'm good; I was just on my way to bed actually." I said, nodding my head slowly, forcing an overworked fake yawn, "I'm tuckered out. Long day, you know…" I said, trying to find a way out of this awkward situation. I just wanted to be alone, there were so many thoughts crammed into my head; I was seconds away from exploding.

"Yeah, I can tell." Stark replied, that same smirk still on his lips. "It looks like you need to unwind. Why don't you come on over to the lab? I'll whip us up some coca. What do you say?" He said in such an inviting tone that the words 'no' and 'thanks' couldn't find their way up my throat. Hey, maybe Stark will turn out to be a good friend?

"Why not?' I said, with a defeated sigh. At least I'll have this to get my mind off of the Steve crap, whatever it was. I followed Stark across the snow covered field, his arm around my shoulder. "Where is your lab?" I asked, curiously as we walked.

"The Command Center, my lab is just below it." He replied, leading me towards the familiar building. Once we approached it, he reached over me and opened up the door, letting me go in first.

"Thanks," I said, and walked on in. It was pretty empty at this hour. Usually it would be buzzing with people, the sound of typewriters would be going off, and commands would be called out, but this late only a couple people sat at desks, silently doing paperwork.

"Evening," Stark greeted them as we walked past.

"Fellas," I said to them as well, but they only glanced up from their work, curious expressions on their tired faces. "Well they're chipper, aren't they?" I mumbled sarcastically to Stark.

"Beacons of optimism, I gotta say," he replied, making me giggle.

He led me to a staircase, "Watch your step," he said, going down first. I glanced over my shoulder at the men doing paperwork and gave them an awkward smile before following Stark down the staircase. "Now there's a lot of dangerous equipment down here, so be careful what you touch." He said, going further down the stairs.

"Right," I said, and followed him until the end of the staircase. At the bottom of the stairs was a door with white letters spray painted onto it that read: LABORATORY; PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS.

"See what I mean; Dangerous stuff?" Stark said almost teasingly.

I couldn't help but smile. I crossed my arms over my tightly wrapped chest, "If it's so dangerous then why are you bringing me down here anyways?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Sometimes it's fun to be a little dangerous."

And I couldn't have agreed more with him.

Stark opened the door, walking into the dark lab first. I walked up to the door and suddenly found myself hesitating at the threshold. Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe I should just go back to the bunk and get some rest? Just as I was about to come up with more reasons to turn back and ascend the stairs, Stark switched on the light.

"You comin'?" He asked, sticking his head out the door, giving me a white smile.

"I…" I began. I was about to come up with another excuse to leave, but the look on Stark's face was far too engaging. There was this certain charisma about him, and before I knew it I was stepping into the lab. "Holy…" was the only word that could describe my feelings. My eyes were wide with amazement. The lab was full of strange yet wonderful technology I had never seen before, blueprints, little nuts and bolts. There were so many things; they were spread over about five tables.

"Pretty neat, huh?" He said, leaning against one of the walls, his arms over his chest.

"You can say that again," I said, walking around the room, trying to refrain from touching the tech. It looked so incredible and complex, "I've never seen anything like this before…. Hey what's this?" I said, referring to a tiny little metal ball that was lying on one of the tables. It was a bit smaller than a golf ball and had a single little red light on the top. I took the metal ball in my palm and rolled it around as Stark walked over to me.

"That, my friend, is a state of the art killing machine," he said casually, leaning against the table.

I snickered, "This tiny little thing?" I questioned in disbelief, looking down at the ball.

"Sure," He said, standing up straight. "You see this red light up here?" He said, placing his finger on it.

"Mhm, what about it?"

"It's also a button. You push it and the light starts to flash. When that happens it's best you throw this thing as far as it can go, or you're gonna get blown to bits; it's got the power of at least five grenades."

"Seriously…?" I asked in amazement, looking up into his brown eyes. It was only then that I realized how close they were actually were. Stark and I were less than a foot away from each other, we were practically touching.

"Seriously." He replied, and then looked down, locking gazes with me. I never really noticed it before, but Stark was a really good looking guy; he had a movie star smile and was practically a genius. His lips curled up into a sly smirk. No wonder girls were all over him… "It's only a prototype, though." That's when his hand found its way into mine; he took the metal ball in his grasp. "Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?" He said almost flirtatiously, cocking his head to the side.

"Sorry, I was just being a little dangerous," I replied, my tone unintentionally matching up with the whole playful thing.

"Fine, I'll let you off the hook this one time," He said, moving in closer, though it seemed as if it was impossible to move any closer than he already was. I could see him open his mouth to speak, but I stopped him, catching myself before things got too far. What the hell was I doing flirting with him? This was going to blow my cover.

"Damn," I mumbled, taking a couple steps back a little too quickly and nearly fell over the leg of the table. "I am getting really tired, Stark. Thanks for showing me your lab, neat stuff. Yup…" I said quickly, and turned around on my heels, heading for the door.

"It must be hard for you. You know, trying to keep your cover for so long. Impressive, I gotta say, but still, pretty frustrating, huh?"

I stopped dead in my tracks; the breath was knocked out of me as if I had just been punched in the gut. Did I hear that right? I turned around to face the inventor, my throat dry. "What cover?" I asked as
casually as I could, hoping I could still save myself.

"Come on Joey. I know a woman when I see one, trust me. I gotta say, though, you've got moxie coming out here. So, tell me what's you real name?" He said, walking up to me once more. "Jennifer, Clair, Rebecca – gosh, I love that name." He said, that god damn smirk never leaving his face. I stood completely silent, my heart rate accelerating dangerously. I closed the door; this was not going to happen, not today.

I released a deep sigh, "You can't turn me in. I won't let you." I said, firmly, standing my ground.

"Whoa, relax, relax, I'm not gonna turn you in. It's not the kind of man I am." He said, chuckling.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I said, folding my arms over my chest.

"You don't know for sure, you see, but you'll have to give me a chance to find out." He said, making a good point. "Plus, you don't really have a choice so…."

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm down. I really didn't have any other choice. "Fine…thanks." I said, quietly. I turned around and walked over to the door, ready to leave and just be alone for the rest of the night, but Stark had other plans. He rushed over to me, planting himself in front of the door.

"Hey, you don't have to leave. I still think you seem a little stressed, am I right?" He asked quietly.

"No, I'm fine; it's just been a long day. Now, if you'll excuse me…." I said, reaching for the doorknob, but Stark was persistent, and he blocked the way.

"You need to unwind," he repeated with another charming smile. "Listen, I'm the only person you're gonna find that understands a lovely woman like yourself. So, again, you don't really have a choice…"

"I always have a choice." I said, sternly, trying to grab the doorknob again. He was starting to piss me off now.

"Then choose me." He said, determined.

"I'm choosing to leave, and if you don't move in the next 5 seconds I'm going to choose to fracture your jaw." I threatened, fed up. He stared at me for a moment with a single dark eyebrow raised, waiting to see if I would change my mind, but his charm wasn't going to get to me this time. I just glared at him, waiting for him to give up.

"Fine, fine…" he finally sighed in defeat, stepping away from the door and opening it for me.

"Good choice. Goodnight Stark." I said, and without taking a look back I began to make my way back up the stairs. I was halfway through when Stark called out his final attempt to get me to stay.

"We never did get that coco, though!" He called after me.

I froze in my place. I could've just kept going, gone to my bunk, flopped down on my bed, close my eyes, and pretended this night never happened, but then I remembered the sight of Peggy and Steve walking hand in hand to the dance floor, her flashy red dress catching the eye of every man in that pub, making them drool, and that unexplainable and frustrating anger dangerously began to burn again. There was still that something I had to do, that I had to do to make Steve feel like this too.

Not giving myself a chance to change my mind, I turned around, marched right back into the lab, and did something extremely stupid yet strangely satisfying. I grabbed hold of Stark's white button down shirt, pulled him centimeters away from my face, and pressed my lips roughly to his.

He seemed taken aback, pulling away for a second, "Whoa, what are we doing here?" he asked breathlessly.

"Unwinding?" I suggested. Stark stood silently for a moment, his eyes looking me up and down before he just shrugged and rejoined our lips.

I don't know why I was doing this, but it felt good for some reason. Not because Stark was skilled with his…tongue (Man up kid, this story isn't rated "T" for nothing), but because in a way I felt like I was getting back at Steve for whatever it was I needed to get back at him for. I was so confused, so lost up in my mind. So, I decided to just block out every thought I had at the moment and just focus on relaxing…I guess.

Stark wasn't holding back, he pushed me gently up against the door, causing it to shut, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the door lock.

"Why are you locking the door?" I asked curiously, pulling away.

"I'm keeping your cover. It'd be kind of awkward if someone was to walk in and find me making out with a guy, am I right?" He said, giving me that signature smirk.

"I guess," I said as his hands migrated down to my waist. He pulled me in closer, making me go dizzy as he kissed me deeply; he had definitely done this before. We kissed for a few short moments, but it seemed like Stark's lips were bored of my mouth. Because now he was kissing me at my jaw and he only went lower and lower…

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Ace." I warned him, even though I wouldn't really mind if he kept going; it felt good.

He pulled away, and looked back up at me, "Me, get ahead of myself? Never," but his hands were now at my shirt buttons and he wasn't wasting any time

"Right," I said unconvinced as I forced back a smile. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him, pressing my lips to his once again.

"Mm…" He said, pulling away, "So what is your name?"

I kissed his lips before answering his question, "Marty."

"No Rebecca?" He joked before I could kiss him again.

"Uh-uh…" I mumbled, our lips still joined, but he pulled his lips away again.

"Isn't that a boy's name?" he asked, then he took his hand and began leading me to one of the tables.

"Point?"

"No point. It is a bit ironic, though. Don't you think?"

"Seriously, do you ever shut up, Stark?" I said, sitting up on the table.

"Do you want me to?" He asked, leaning in.

"Yes." I said, unbuttoning the few top buttons on his shirt.

"Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself, Ace." He mocked, looking down at my hands.

"Shut. Up." I said, smiling up at him.

"You're gonna have to make me shu-."

And so I kissed him again, feeling his fingers run through my hair this time. He began moving in closer, making me lean back onto the table, his hands moving from my waist down to my thighs. I tried to make room, absentmindedly moving around a few things on the table, but I guess I made a wrong move.

I opened up my eyes just a peek to see what I was doing; my heart stopped. Because right in front of me was that tiny metal ball, the red light flashing now, and it rolled right off the table.

"Stark!" I gasped, pushing him off me.

"What? What?" He said, frantically looking left to right to see what the problem was. Then his eyes met the floor, and his eyes grew wider than his ego. "Oh boy…"

Boom!

We were thrown right off the table as if we were feather-weight. There was flying glass and tech everywhere. Our backs hit the tile floor and the breath was stolen from out lungs. We lay there, regaining composure. I slowly sat up, propping myself up on my elbow. "That didn't feel like five grenades."

Stark shook his head, looking very taken aback. He slowly sat up beside me. "I told you, it's just a prototype."

I released a deep breath, resting my head on the wall.

"You should really come over for coco more often."

I was right; Stark was going to make a great friend.