Captain America & Agent Carter: New Beginning

by Hollywood1946

AU of Captain America the First Avenger. Where Captain Steve Rogers and Agent Carter live a full life together. They go on numerous adventures and experience the ups and downs of life throughout the years. Recurring characters like Stark. Prologue is linear to get the bearings of the story. I'll do my best to be accurate to the eras. Not Canon to Marvel Universe. ALot of Steggy

60. Chapter 55 A Week in January

Chapter 55 A Week in January

I don't own Captain America

Times Square, New York City, SHIELD: AEGIS HEADQUARTERS

January 8, 1963

In the main conference room in SHIELD headquarters, Peggy, in a black form-fitting short sleeve, V-neck dress, leaned back in her seat at the head of the table. It's been a long morning of meetings for her as she listened to analysts, department heads, and Agents give intelligence and operations briefings to her. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she leaned forward onto the table.

Peggy nodded, "Okay, that covers the situation in Turkey and Sokovia." She took a sip of her tea, "Now, we're onto the topic of Vietnam."

Sousa sighed as he leaned back in his chair, adjusting his dress shirt and tie. Everyone in the room, and everyone in SHIELD, for that matter, knew of the growing conflict in South East Asia in the Cold War. Vietnam has always been one of the focal points of American foreign policy since the Truman Administration, and American involvement has since increased with the Kennedy Administration. Vietnam was believed to be one of the dominos in South East Asia.

The domino theory was a theory that suggested that if one country in a region came under the influence of communism, then the surrounding countries would follow in a domino effect. This theory has been used extensively to justify America's involvement in conflicts since the beginning of the Cold War. Vietnam became the latest focus of this theory and American foreign policy.

The Cold War as a whole placed the world between the United States and the Soviet Union and their ideological conflicts, proxy wars, and their demonstration of power and technology.

An analyst spoke up, "the situation in South Vietnam is escalating, Director. But things aren't going as well as General Harkin of MACV suggested."

The US Military Assistance Command, Vietnam (MACV) was a joint-service command of the US Department of Defense. MACV was created in February 1962 in response to the increase in US military assistance to South Vietnam.

"The Battle of Ap Bac wasn't a victory for ARVN [Army of the Republic of Vietnam] as he suggested," said the analyst. "Looking at it, the VC killed more of ARVN, as well as killed three Americans, wounded eight advisors, and destroyed five helicopters."

Another man in a suit, the Deputy Director of the Southeast Asia Office under the Directorate of Clandestine Operations, added to the briefing. "Director, the ARVN is a shit show. They aren't decisive and are hesitant in battle. Not only that, they have a record for shooting civilians in villages. The actionable intelligence we gather for them is always wasted because they don't act fast enough." He sighed, "Not to mention; they have significant intelligence leaks being passed to the Communists."

Peggy sighed and leaned back in her seat.

"Our military is micromanaging the conflict, which doesn't help the situation at all." The Deputy Director of the Southeast Asia Office leaned forward, "Our Station Chief in Saigon expresses doubts of the courage, training, determination, and dedication of the ARVN. We can't help South Vietnam without more direct intervention, Director. Too much corruption and leaks in the military and government."

Agent Jack Thompson nodded as he put a file down on the table, "And more communist sympathizers in their government than we know of."

Peggy nodded, "What's the status on the push for more political action type operations? Attempts to stabilize the government? Obviously, the current government and military in South Vietnam are so corrupt and unbalanced, as a whole is probably doing more harm than good."

The Deputy Director of the Southeast Asia Office looked to his analyst, prompting him to speak. "Slow," the young man began. "Agents embedded in Saigon can barely make any push for political shifts. President Diem is more of a dictator than an elected official. His regime is more of a threat democracy than the VC in the South."

Another analyst spoke up, "Our agents embedded in the south also report President Diem has secret police patrolling Hue City. Our agents are as much in danger in South Vietnam as they are in Hanoi."

Peggy shook her head, "I know. Unfortunately, Diem made a lot of progress in South Vietnam in economics and civil development and established a fierce anti-communist position, which really pleased the CIA. Vice President Johnson also proclaimed him as the Winston Churchill of Asia."

Sousa groaned, "Makes him untouchable to us. That and we'll be in direct conflict with the CIA."

Thompson shrugged, "like that hasn't happened before."

"Can't touch Diem," said Peggy. "Not yet, at least. It seems our interior attempts to influence the government are failing." She nodded to the men around the table, "halt all operations of political action or anything of that nature in South Vietnam. Keep agents in place, and they will monitor the government. The South Vietnamese government is more influenced by the CIA than us anyway."

"To what end, Director?" asked one of the men in the conference room.

"To keep continuous tabs on the evolving political situation. The more we know, the better understanding we have to influence the right people and pull assets as required," said Peggy. She leaned forward, "I'm also increasing the SPU forces in the various black sites in Vietnam in an effort to continue covert actions to destabilize the VC."

Sousa smirked, "We're raging our own little war in Vietnam."

Peggy nodded, "I know. Unfortunately, we can't rely on the ARVN to get rid of the VC on their own." She sighed and changed the subject, "Now, any word on Tomas Sokolov?"

"Director, we lost two more agents late last year hunting him in North Vietnam," said the Director of Intelligence, Ryan Venners. "We're putting our operations in the North at risk trying to find him. We have to rethink our strategy."

"We understand it's a little more personal," responded Director of Clandestine Operations, Edward Bailey.

Thomson shook his head at the two men, "You gents know that he has to be stopped. We all agree on that. But the slower we act, the farther he slips away from us."

Sousa agreed with Thompson, "It's more than personal. He's an enemy spy, responsible for dozens of assassinations and murders. He's a terrorist under Hydra and a spy for the Soviets." He sighed, "He's dangerous. He's a man without official loyalties to a nation. He is only loyal to an organization hell-bent on controlling the world through the shadows."

Thompson sighed, "an organization that helped orchestrate the Cuban Missile Crisis by influencing Soviet party members."

"We all read the briefing, Agent," responded Bailey.

Peggy slightly raised her hand, "We will catch that man, do you understand me? We will catch him. And once we find him, and we will find him, we will interrogate him for everything he knows." She spoke firmly, "Mark my words. And we will continue our fight against Hydra."

"Yes, Director," responded everyone.

---

Stark Industries: New York City Facility, Manhattan

Later that day, Peggy rode the elevator up to the top floor to her husband's office to grab lunch with him. After a long morning of meetings, she looked forward to having some quality time, however short, with her husband. She briefly adjusted the belt around her form-fitting dress, then repositioned her coat draped over her arm as she waited for the elevator to stop.

A few moments later, the lift stopped with a ding, and the door opened. Peggy slung her purse over her shoulder, stepped out of the elevator, and greeted the receptionist. "Hello, Darcie," Peggy greeted with a warm smile.

Darcie, a young dark-haired woman sitting behind an L-shaped receptionist desk by the elevators, smiled back, "Hi, Mrs. Rogers. How are you today?"

Peggy laughed and raised a hand, "It's just Peggy, please, Darcie. You don't have to be so formal with me."

"Peggy," smiled Darcie.

"And I'm not doing too bad. Just busy. Yourself?" Peggy smiled as she stopped in front of the desk.

Darcie shrugged, "The same." She chuckled, "Did Mr. Rogers forget his lunch again?"

Peggy laughed and shook her head, "No, we're going out for a short lunch date."

"That's nice," replied Darcie. "I think he's still in a meeting, but you can go on in."

Peggy nodded, "Thank you," she said, walking off.

"Oh, Mrs. Roger," Darcie raised her hand, stopping Peggy in her tracks. "Sorry, Peggy."

"Hm?" Peggy looked back at the young receptionist.

"Love that dress you're wearing," complimented Darcie.

"Thank you," Peggy smiled as she walked off.

Peggy turned and headed to Steve's corner office, passing by a couple of cubicles and rows of desks on her way. The floor was buzzing with men and women hard at work on their various assignments for the company. The sound of telephones ringing and the metallic clangs of typewriters typing filled the office space. She passed a couple of male employees who greeted her with a brisk nod or "hello."

As Peggy reached her husband's office, she noticed new things on his secretary's desk that has previously been left vacant. The past few weeks, the desk has been unoccupied since his original secretary left after the new year. She furrowed her brows, confused that Steve didn't mention he got a new secretary. Peggy paused and scanned the desk with her eyes to find out more about her husband's new secretary based on the items in view on the desk.

The secretary's desk was neatly organized with every folder, file, paper, and item placed in neat stacks and in their rightful place. The desk looked sublime in every sense of the word, a sign of someone who likes to control their surroundings. There was also an elegant looking cigarette case placed precisely by the typewriter at the desk's center. There wasn't much décor on the desk, and it looked rather bare and bland. Peggy noted that Steve's secretary is very organized, neat, and a woman based on the cigarette case style. It also didn't take much to deduce that the secretary was a woman since that was a woman's job in society's eyes anyway.

Peggy stepped towards Steve's office door and hoped she would get along with his new secretary as she did with the old one. The previous secretary was delightful, and Peggy enjoyed being around her during Steve's office events.

But as she stepped into the office, Peggy spotted a young, curvy, beautiful red-headed woman in a form-fitting dark red dress that flirted the line of professionalism. The woman had her bright red hair in an updo look, which exposed her slender neck and beautiful earrings. The mystery woman was busy putting files in a cabinet and didn't hear the door open.

Peggy walked deeper into the office and spoke up, "excuse me."

The woman turned, and Peggy finally got a good look at her face. The woman was gorgeous with lovely round eyes, a thin nose, and thick red lips. The woman looked surprised at Peggy, "Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Rogers is still in a meeting with Mr. Stark and the board. You can come back later in maybe fifteen or so minutes. Who may I say is calling?"

Peggy raised a brow, knowing her face is on a lot of photos in Steve's office. "I'm Steve's wife, Margaret Rogers, the Director of SHIELD."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Very obvious, please forgive me," the woman replied quickly.

Peggy walked over to one of the chairs by Steve's desk and put her purse and coat down, "It's funny." She made a suspicious look, "my husband didn't mention getting a new secretary," she said, emphasizing the first few words.

The woman smiled, "I'm not his secretary. I'm Joan Kelly, the Office Manager; I oversee the secretarial and steno pool. Since it's been weeks since Steve's secretary left, he hasn't looked into a replacement, so I'm taking over until he finds one."

Peggy crossed her arms suspiciously, "Funny. I don't remember seeing you before in-office functions. And I have a pretty good memory."

Joan shrugged and spoke calmly, "I've been working in this position for the past few years now. I tend not to go to many office functions." She smiled and whispered, "I'm not big into chaotic crowds."

Peggy nodded. "So what exactly is your job?" she asked, digging to find out more about this mystery woman.

"Why so curious, Ms. Rogers?" Joan replied with a confused look. She quickly picked up on Peggy's body language and sensed that Peggy was territorial.

"Answer the question, please," Peggy pushed.

Joan nodded, "Well, they include tending to the needs of the executives and managing and assisting fellow secretaries. I also participate in meetings with the head of staff and remind executives of their duties to their clients. I also remind them of any important outstanding obligations." This wasn't the first time she had to explain her job to someone before.

Peggy leaned back on her heel. "Where are those services limited?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean?"

Peggy raised a brow, "I'm sure you do."

"Mrs. Rogers, are you threatened by me?" Joan asked directly. "Do you not trust your husband?"

"I do," Peggy shot back. "I just don't trust you."

Joan raised a brow and crossed her arms too. "I think you might be confusing trust with—"

Steve suddenly walked in and saw the two women facing each other, clearly not getting along. "Um. What's going on here?" he asked with a confused look.

Peggy squinted at the other woman, "I was wondering the same thing."

Joan broke eye contact with Peggy to address Steve, "I'm acting as your temporary new secretary until you find or choose one."

"Well, I don't really need one at the moment," replied Steve.

"Howard insists," replied Joan.

Steve shrugged, "Alright, I'll get around to it. Thank you, Joan." Peggy gave her husband an unamused look, which confused Steve.

Joan nodded, "Well, I'll leave you with your wife." She nodded at Peggy, "Pleasure to finally meet you." As she turned and began to leave, Steve walked over and approached his wife. Joan suddenly stopped at the door and turned back around, "Oh, Steve."

"Yeah?" Steve turned back around. Peggy made another suspicious look at the two.

"CTD dropped off a few projects requiring your approval before they can proceed. They're on your desk," said Joan.

"Oh, thanks. I'll get to them real quick," Steve waved. Joan nodded and walked out, closing the door as she left. He turned back to his wife and wrapped an arm around her, "So, what was that all about?"

Peggy scoffed and stepped back, "You're on a first-name basis with that woman?"

Steve looked confused, "What? Of course? She works closely with the head of staff. It'd be awkward if she kept calling me, Mr. Rogers, and Howard, Mr. Stark, all the time."

"How come you never mentioned her before?"

"Joan?" Steve asked, still confused, as he walked to his desk. He shrugged, "Well, I don't really work with her that much. She's usually herding Pete and Coop around than me. I only usually see her in meetings and in passing when she's tending the secretaries."

Peggy frowned, "Steve, I don't like her. She—"

Steve scoffed, "What the heck is going on with you?"

Peggy pointed an accusatory finger, "Don't 'what the heck' me, Steve. Can't you see who she is? A femme fatale. Or didn't you mind?"

Steve shook his head, "What? I think she was doing her job as the Office Manager." He sighed and sat down at his desk, "Peggy, do you trust me? As your husband and life-partner?"

"Of course, I do, Steve. I didn't mean to imply…" Peggy made an apologetic look, "I trust you implicitly; it's just…"

"Just what?"

"I'm sorry, Steve." Peggy sighed and sat down, "I just…felt territorial of you when I saw her. She's a very beautiful woman." She frowned, "We have sixteen wonderful years of marriage without any major bumps on the road. Life seemed too good."

Steve shrugged, "I don't know. The Korean War was a big one."

Peggy shook her head, "You know what I mean. Anyway, when I saw her, I suddenly felt worried that you would find her… better than me. Or something new." She sighed, "It's stupid."

"No, it's not," said Steve. "I can understand what you're feeling, I really can. You're beautiful and always have been in mind and body. I know other men ogle at you, and it sometimes annoys me, but I trust you. And I feel damn lucky to be going home to you every day." He smiled, "And I know if anyone tried making unwanted advances on you, you'd literally break their heart by punching them."

Peggy chuckled.

"You don't have to worry, Peggy. You're the love of my life and the mother of my kids. My heart will never leave you or our family." Steve raised his brows, "Plus, I'd honestly be worried about vanishing from SHIELD agents."

Peggy laughed, "You're always so dramatic, Steve. I love it."

"Besides, if any woman did try a pass on me, I'm sure I'd hear they'd gone missing too," joked Steve.

Peggy nodded, "I was a little immature. I'll apologize when we go to lunch." She smiled at him, "I really do trust you, Steve."

Steve stood up, prompting his wife to do the same. He walked over to her and embraced her. "I love you, Peggy. I always will. Never forget that," Steve said. He then kissed her, which Peggy happily reciprocated. As their kiss deepened, he could sense the urgency in Peggy's movements and lips.

Peggy broke the kiss and smiled, "I love you too, Steve."

Steve made a seductive look, "I can prove it right now if words aren't enough."

Peggy blushed, "What here? I'm sure everyone in your office would hear." She giggled, "I believe you."

Steve chuckled, "Alright." He changed the subject. "Come on, let's get some lunch. Already wasted enough time," he joked.

Peggy nodded and picked up her person and coat, linking her arm with his.

---

Scarsdale High School, Scarsdale, NY

Later in the afternoon, the school day just ended, and in the crowded hallway, Angela grabbed her things and from her locker and put them in her bag. In her class, her three closest friends, Jennifer, Stephanie, and Linda, stood beside her like always, chatting loudly like they usually do. Angela had her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and wore a plaid dress with a white long sleeve turtleneck sweater. The thirteen-year-old celebrated her birthday last week and is now an official teenager.

As she grabbed her things, Stephanie, her tall raven-black haired friend, smiled, "Almost done, Angela?" She chuckled and nodded to Linda, who was twirling side-to-side, "Think Linda might really want to go home."

Angela chuckled. "You don't have to wait up for me."

The fair-haired Linda furrowed her brows, "What kind of friend do you think I am, Angela. Yeesh." The friends all laughed.

Angela smirked, "Okay, all set," she said, closing her locker.

Jennifer ran her hand through her dark brown pixie cut styled hair and smiled, "Oh, it's going to be cold outside. I can't wait to drive, so I don't have to wait in the damn cold for my mom when she's late."

Stephanie chuckled, "It's only a year away for us. Sorry, Angela. Going have to wait a while before you can drive."

Angela shrugged, "It is what it is." She began to head down the hallway, her three friends following close behind.

As the trio walked down the hall, Angela saw the same pretty girl she's been passing throughout the school year, hanging around the lockers with a group of friends. A rather slim, gorgeous brunette with wavy hair and amazing cheekbones, this girl attracted Angela immensely. The girl in question is Veronica Sellas, a sophomore in high school and a choir member also said to have a fantastic singing voice. Though Angela doesn't know her personally and only seen her in passing, Angela's older sister, Sarah, mentioned that Veronica is brilliant and talented. Since Sarah plays piano for the band and subsequently for the choir, that's how she knew Veronica. Aside from what Sarah mentioned, Angela didn't know much about her other than seeing her as beautiful. Angela would never admit it, but she has quite the secret crush on Veronica.

To be honest, Angela was never into boys and always saw other girls as attractive and alluring. She's smart enough and knew herself well enough to know that she likes girls over boys. Sadly, she wasn't unaware of the social ramifications of being gay. Angela got a glimpse when she got sent to the office after getting bullied for being rumored as "gay." If anyone found out about her interest in girls, there would undoubtedly be a massive problem with the school and her family. To put it mildly. Sexual orientation, other than the norm, was left unsaid. The school and the general public were pretty hostile toward those outside of the norm.

Growing up knowing that she was different and understanding that the only words to describe her were queer and freak. All those things were horrible in society's eyes, and it was a terrible burden to bear for someone as young as her. Out of fear, Angela ensured to guard herself not to be identified as gay. Unfortunately, it was unintentionally brought to light when some boy in her math class caught her passing notes to her friend. Though the letter itself wasn't incriminating, it was her silence to his challenge that was.

Angela recalled such an instance at a college in Texas during the 1950s, where there were witch hunts on campus, and people's lives were ruined. Harassment came not just from students but more from the community and staff members. This knowledge only heightened Angela's survival instinct.

She didn't want to admit her sexuality to anyone, not even her family. To be honest, Angela wouldn't know how they would react, especially her mother. Secondly, if anyone found out about her and reached the press, her mother's career could be called into question for raising a "freak." Keeping her sexuality quiet was the best course of action, hiding it from everyone, including family, friends, and her crush. It's just how it had to be.

As Angela passed by Veronica, the two girls made brief eye contact and flashed a small smile to each other. Soon after, Angela and her friends stepped outside into the bitter cold and encountered the sharp, stinging winds. The thick dark grey storm clouds hung low in the sky as the heavy winds whistled past Angela, blowing her blonde hair into a mess. As she made her way across the grass field, she felt the cold wind bite at her cheeks and nose as she did her best to keep her hair from blowing into a frazzled mess.

Linda shivered and put her hands in her coat pockets, "Jesus, it's cold."

Jennifer saw her mom's car by the curb. "I see my Mom. Bye! See you tomorrow!" she said, waving to her friends as she ran off.

Linda also saw her Mom's car, "Going too! Bye Angela, bye Steph," she said, walking off.

Stephanie laughed, "well, I see my Mom too." She looked over at Angela, who was relatively quiet as per usual. "Mom not here yet?"

Angela shook her head, "My Dad is supposed to pick me up today. He's late, though."

Stephanie smiled, "You can wait with me in my Mom's car. I'm sure my brother isn't there yet. I'm sure my mom won't mind."

Angela smiled, "It's okay. I appreciate it, though. I don't mind the cold too much; besides, my sister and brother will be here in a moment."

Stephanie nodded, "Okay. See you tomorrow, Angela." She then walked off.

Angela smiled, "See you later, Steph," she said quietly. She then turned and made her way to her usual bench under the baren maple tree and took a seat.

As she settled onto the cold bench, she put her backpack down on the ground and removed her book to read. As Angela looked up, she saw Veronica walk out of the school on her way to go home. Briefly smiling in her direction, Angela went back to her book, unknowingly leaving her adoring smile on her face.

A few seconds later, Sarah and Kevin, while holding hands, came over to her, talking and laughing together. The older Rogers looked lovely in her tan coat and matching fitted pants. Kevin had his light brown hair gelled and combed neatly and wore a black jacket over his collared shirt.

Sarah calmed down and turned her attention to her little sister, "Hi, Angela. What are you smiling about?"

"Hi, Angela," Kevin greeted too.

Angela's smile faded away as she looked up and addressed her big sister. "Oh, nothing. Just my book."

Kevin smiled at the younger Rogers. "We saw you smiling at someone over there," he said, gesturing behind him with his thumb. "Got a crush?"

Angela shook her head, "No. Just friends over there."

"Mhmm," Sarah hummed sarcastically. "One of these days, you have to tell me who your crush is. And I can help you out a little."

Angela shrugged. She spotted Sarah's group of friends, Hannah, Amy, and David waving over at her. "Um, Sarah, your friends are calling for you," she said, pointing at them.

Sarah turned around and waved back at them, "See you tomorrow! Bye!" She turned her focus back to Angela. "Anyways," she began.

Kevin checked his watch. "Got to get going too. See you tomorrow."

Sarah smiled and kissed him on the lips, "Mhmm, see you tomorrow."

As Kevin turned and left. Sarah quickly grabbed his arm, "Oh! Um, one last thing—"

"Yeah?" Kevin grinned.

"So you've met most of my family. But you haven't met my little brother, John, or my parents yet." Sarah paused, "I think it's time you meet them."

"Me too," smiled Kevin.

"My parents really want to meet you. So, does Friday work? I know you wanted to take me out, but I think Friday makes the most sense."

Kevin nodded, "Friday sounds great. Then we can talk about meeting my parents." He leaned forward and kissed her again, "See ya, Sarah."

"Sounds like a plan. Bye, Kevin," Sarah smiled lovingly at him. She turned back to her little sister and sat down beside her, "Dad not here yet?"

Angela shook her head.

Suddenly, Michael appeared with his longtime friend, Irena Kawashima, by his side. He turned around and waved to his other friends, Eva, Riley, Rhys, and Brandon, as they went their separate ways. "Bye, guys!"

"Bye, Mike, Irena," called the group.

Irena smiled at Michael's siblings, "Hi, Sarah, Angela."

Sarah nodded with a warm grin. "Hello, Irena."

"Hi," Angela greeted.

Michael turned to his siblings, "What are you still doing here?"

Sarah shrugged, "Waiting for Dad. He's late." She sighed, "I can't wait to drive, so we don't have to do this."

Michael shrugged, "Mom said this spring we can get a permit."

"Can't wait," Sarah groaned. She rose a brow, "You know, I bet if you walk Irena home right now, you'd probably beat us."

"Might as well," Michael laughed. Since football season ended, he returned to his old routine of walking Irena home from school. He genuinely missed the relaxed and friendly atmosphere of just walking with a friend after a long day of school.

Sarah suddenly turned and playfully slapped Angela's shoulder. "OH, I think Angela has a crush!" she joked.

Angela looked confused, "I was just smiling at my friends."

"You know what the difference was?"

"What?" Angela raised a brow.

"If you were just smiling at your friends, you wouldn't be holding the smile so long after returning to your book. You were thinking about something really nice. Perhaps a really nice person," Sarah pushed playfully.

Michael laughed, "Oh! Angela rarely talks about her crushes and never says any names. Is this the day she'll talk about it?"

Angela looked down and frowned.

Sensing Angela's reservations, Sarah chuckled and hugged her, "Oh, come on, Angela. I'm only messing around." She smiled, "One of these days, you'll find someone you really like, and you'll go out with him, and you'll tell us all about him." Angela didn't respond.

Michael laughed, "Angela, we were kidding."

Irena raised a brow, "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's just embarrassed," replied Michael with a grin.

"I see. I can understand that" Irena chuckled.

"Ready?" Michael said, nodding to the sidewalks.

"Yup."

Michael waved to his siblings, "Alright, I'm off. See ya at home."

Sarah nodded, "Yup."

Angela looked up and saw their mother's new car pull up to the curb. Their mother recently bought a new, dark blue, four-door hardtop, Cadillac Coupe de Ville, after selling her aging 1956 Chevy Sedan. Like many cars of the day, the Coup de Ville had prominent tailfins and chrome accents and trim.

"Mom is here," Angela said, putting her book in her bag and standing up.

Sarah looked over to the road, "Mom?" She saw the car, "huh, wonder where Dad is." Sarah called out to Michael as he walked away, "Should've left earlier; you probably would've been a quarter of the way home by now!" Michael didn't respond but just wave.

Sarah looked over at Angela, "Ready?" Angela nodded, and the two girls walked over to their mom's car.

After a few moments, the two Rogers girls got to their mom's car. Angela got in the back, and Sarah got in the front as usual. What was unusual was that John wasn't in the car. Sarah looked over at her mother as she closed the door, "Hi, Mom."

Peggy, still in her work clothes, smiled at her kids, "Hi, darlings. Sorry, I'm late. Just got off work and came over as fast as I could."

"Where's John?" asked Angela.

"I still got to get him. Your school was closer," Peggy responded.

"Dad still at work? I thought he was supposed to grab us," replied Sarah.

Peggy sighed and nodded, "Yeah, your Uncle Howard has your dad working a little overtime today. They have this big project, and they're trying to convince the board of directors to go with it." She looked back at Angela, "All set?" Angela nodded. Peggy then removed the parking brake and drove down the road.

Sarah furrowed her brows, "But doesn't Uncle Howard own the company? He's the founder and CEO, though. Why does he have to convince the board for it?" Sarah never really understood the business world her dad works in.

Peggy chuckled, "Well, Uncle Howard may own it, but the board of directors represent the people invested in the company. The board is like the governing body for a company."

"Oh."

"If your Uncle and your Dad did something they didn't like or is a threat to the investments, the board can fire your Uncle and your Dad. That's why they have to work to convince them that their project is worth it."

Sarah nodded, "Makes sense. Do you know what they're working on? Is it the Arc Reactor Project still?"

"Mhmm," Peggy hummed.

"Still? It's been years since Uncle Howard announced it."

Peggy nodded, "With little progress, yes. That's why they have to talk to the Board again about it."

Sarah made a face, "I see."

Peggy smiled and glanced at her two kids, "So, how was school?"

Angela shrugged, "Same old stuff."

Peggy laughed, "Nothing new or noteworthy?"

Angela shook her head.

Sarah grinned, "She might like someone."

"Sarah," Angela hissed uncharacteristically with a scowl.

Sarah chuckled, "I'm sorry, I'll stop."

Peggy grinned and looked at her youngest daughter through the rearview mirror. "Do you, honey?"

"No," Angela shot back, looking out the window.

Peggy smirked, reading her daughter's body language, and her response told her that Angela does like someone. She didn't want to pry since Angela looked irritated at Sarah's comment. "Darling, don't be mad at Sarah. She was only joking," she said.

Sarah frowned and turned around to glance at her sister, "Sorry, Angela. I'll stop." Angela didn't respond.

Peggy looked over at Sarah, "And how about you, darling? How was school?"

Sarah smiled, "It was good."

"How's Kevin?" Peggy smirked.

"Very good. Are you and Dad planning anything this Friday?" Sarah asked.

Peggy furrowed her brows, "Not particularly. Why?"

Sarah began to get excited, "I think it's time you and Dad meet him."

Peggy chuckled, "Finally. Took you long enough. We'll love to have him over for dinner. I'll figure out the time with your dad when he comes home tonight."

"Great!" Sarah smiled. "I can't wait for you to meet him. You'll love him!"

"Hm. We'll see," Peggy responded plainly.

"Mom," Sarah made a face, earning a chuckle from her mother.

---

Stark Industries: New York City Facility, Manhattan

It was getting late in the evening, and Steve was still at work, sitting in his office with Howard and Joan. The office was empty with all the employees, aside from the night shift janitorial staff, home for the evening. Most of the lights were off except for a few offices and rooms to include Steve's. Howard sat by Joan while he read over the report for the Arc Reactor Project. He sighed and shook his head, "Everything looks good…"

Steve leaned back in his chair and smirked, "Here comes the 'but.'" Joan chuckled at the response.

Howard shrugged, "Need this report and our presentation bulletproof by Friday. That's when the board is meeting, which gives us two days."

Steve leaned forward and rubbed his neck, "Time to burn the midnight oil, it seems."

"Yeah," Howard frowned. "Can you handle this? I have to work on the other reviews as well as prepare a strategy for the next quarter."

Steve only nodded in response.

Howard stood up, "we have to convince the board that progress is proceeding and the end state of the Arc Reactor as a limitless source of power is going to satisfy investors. That this contract with SHIELD will help the project and developing the reactor is worth it." He dropped the report on Steve's desk. "They won't make it to the research and development section of this report, let alone the contract Peggy's people made if they aren't convinced by the first section."

"Right," Steve responded.

Howard sighed, "We already did most of the work; we just have to refine it a little more."

"Thanks for giving me your presentation material so I can play with it," responded Steve.

Howard nodded, "No, thanks for helping me out with this."

Steve chuckled, "Hey, it's my job, Howard."

Howard fixed his suit, "You have access to all my research and anything you need. Use what you want to convince the board not to take our baby."

Steve sighed, "Yeah, simply having a contract with SHIELD for support and funding isn't going to help convince them, is it?"

Howard shook his head, "Not if they feel this project would be too much of a gamble."

After Howard convinced Peggy to use the Tesseract for the Arc Reactor Project, SHIELD developed a contract for Stark Industries to create the reactor, an agreement approved by the federal government. Though background checks of those involved in the project weren't complete, as the Tesseract is top secret, SHIELD still developed the deal. Though the Tesseract was not specified, the purpose behind the contract with SHIELD was for the funding and support.

Unfortunately, the Arc Reactor has been in development for over five years with very little progress. That long of a time with little headway is something the board doesn't like to see. The project has been nearly terminated multiple times as of recently. It was, without a doubt, a business gamble and stunt in the eyes of the investors. But Howard felt the project could breathe new life if he can use his research from the Tesseract with SHIELDs support and funding. Hence the importance of convincing the board of the contract with SHIELD. He just has to convince the board at least one more time.

The development of the Arc Reactor would benefit both SHIELD and Stark Industries. The government will finally get how they can harness energy from the Tesseract. Stark Industries would create a clean, limitless power source. Unfortunately, the use of the Tesseract as a selling point is out of the question as it is a government secret.

Howard sighed again, "The board keeps trying to tank the project."

Steve nodded, "I don't blame them. It's been five years, and we made little progress."

Howard let out another large sigh. "Well, I got to call Maria. Be missing our date tonight. Hopefully, she won't be too upset with me."

Steve chuckled, "She'll understand, trust me. I just hope Peg would feel the same."

Howard made his way to the door, "I don't see why not." He waved, "Alright, see ya, Steve. If you need me, I'll be in my office. Good night Joan."

Steve nodded, "See ya."

Joan smiled over at Stark, "Good night, Howard."

Howard paused at the door and turned to Steve and smiled, "One last thing. Hurry up and choose a new secretary." He pointed, "Being your secretary is undignified for Joan. She has bigger jobs to do."

Steve laughed, "I'm trying, I'm trying."

Joan chuckled and looked over at Steve, "Don't mind him, Steve. I don't mind it at all. I know this job is temporary."

Howard chuckled and walked out of the office.

Steve sighed and looked out the window to the dark cloudy night sky. He rarely stays this late at work, and when he does, he hates it. The beginning of the new year has been rather busy for him as he's been putting in longer hours at the office than he'd like—the life of working in the corporate sector.

Steve turned back to his desk and picked up the phone. He glanced at Joan, "Oh, Joan, you can go home. You don't have to work late. I can manage."

Joan raised a brow, "Are you sure? I don't mind working late to help you finish. If you need any of Howard's research or anything from downstairs or need a fresh pair of eyes and ideas, I can help with that."

Steve smiled, "I appreciate the help, but it's been a long day. Don't feel obligated to stick around."

"Oh, I insist on helping," Joan smiled.

Steve chuckled, "Alright then. If you're sure?"

Joan nodded, "I'm sure."

"If you get too tired, you pack your things and head home. Got it?"

Joan chuckled, "Yes, sir, Captain." She smiled, "After a day of working with you, I see why Julie enjoyed working here so much."

Steve laughed, "I have to call my wife. Get some coffee, and we'll get started." Joan nodded and stood up, and headed to the break room for coffee. Once she left, Steve dialed home.

Back at home, Peggy, in a white blouse, black pants, and flats, entered the kitchen to answer the obnoxiously loud ringing phone. She passed by Angela and John, sitting at the table doing homework together, and smiled at them. "How is it going, Angela?" Peggy asked, stopping by the phone. Angela has been helping John with homework since coming back from Christmas vacation.

Angela looked up at her mother, "Good, Mom. We're almost done with his math homework."

"Good," smiled Peggy. She then answered the phone, "Hello?"

In the office, Steve sighed as he slouched over his desk, "Peggy, sorry, honey. Guess who has to work late tonight."

Peggy frowned, "Is he a living American male?"

Steve chuckled, "I'll give you a hint. He has a beautiful English, understanding wife who knows the struggle of corporations."

Peggy sighed, "Oh, Steve. We were waiting for you for dinner."

Steve leaned back in his seat, "I'm sorry, honey. But Howard wants an edit and revamp the Arc Reactor Project report for the Board this Friday. He's worried the board might not accept the government contract since the project has been in the works for over five years."

"I understand," Peggy responded with a sad tone.

Joan came back into the office with two cups of coffee and placed them on Steve's desk. "Brought you some coffee too, Steve," she said with a warm smile.

"Thanks, Joan," Steve said, lowering the phone slightly. He brought the phone back up and frowned. "I'm sorry, Peggy," he said, betraying the stress of a long workday in his voice.

Peggy sensed the tension in his voice and smirked, deciding to try and lighten the mood. "Steve, darling, if Joan is working with you tonight, don't do anything stupid," she joked after hearing Joan's voice over the phone.

Steve missed her humor, afraid that she actually thought he would be unfaithful. "She just brought me coffee. She's going to help me out with this stuff; she's good at managing data," he responded nervously. Steve looked down at the documents in front of him and frowned, "Don't you trust me?"

Joan raised a brow in question.

Peggy laughed, "Obviously, I do, darling. If I didn't, I'd have a sniper trained on you right now."

Steve smiled, relaxing as he finally sensed the humor in his wife's voice. He paused for a moment, furrowed his brows, and slowly peeked over his shoulder to the window.

Joan looked at him confused, "Uh, Steve, is everything okay?"

Peggy smiled, "You're looking out the window right now, aren't you."

Steve smiled, "I wouldn't run it by you."

Peggy chuckled, "You're so cute, honey. Hurry up with your work so you can come home. Dinner will be ready."

Steve nodded, "I will. It'll be at least a couple of hours at best. I love you, Peggy."

"I love you too," responded Peggy. With that, the couple hung up the phone.

Steve looked back over at Joan, "Alright, let's get to work."

Joan smiled, "Your wife is quite the woman."

"She's the best. I couldn't ask for a better woman in my life."

Joan nodded, "She's lucky to have you." She straightened in her seat, "Alright. Let's—"

Howard suddenly poked his head into Steve's office, "Hey, Steve."

"Yeah," Steve looked up at him.

Howard gestured to the hall, "Sorry, I have to head home. I forgot Maria, and I have box seats at the theater tonight." He chuckled, "Thank God for Jarvis for reminding me."

Steve chuckled, "Guessing you didn't call Maria yet."

"Just did and said I'm on my way," grinned Howard, fixing his tie.

Steve waved, "Go for it, Howard. Can't miss box seats."

"I'll stay late with you tomorrow, thanks, Steve," Howard said, walking off.

Steve nodded, "Yep. You better apologize to Peggy for making me do this!" he called.

"I will, I will," Howard called back from down the hallway.

Joan let out a sigh, "Looks like it's just us."

Steve chuckled, "Yep. Let's get to work. Alone and unafraid."

---

Steve & Margaret Rogers Residence, Scarsdale, NY

Peggy hung up the phone and chuckled. She shook her head, "Howard probably left him with a bunch of work at went home. Knowing him."

Angela overheard her mother's phone call. "Mom?" she asked with concern. "Um, what was that about snipers?"

Peggy turned and laughed, "It's nothing, dear. Ready for dinner?"

"Mhmm!" John hummed as he rocked back and forth in his chair, restless after doing homework for the last few hours.

Angela nodded, "Yup."

Peggy turned and headed to get the food that's already cooked and stayed warm in the oven. As she bent over to open the oven, she glanced over her shoulder, "Call your sister and brother, please."

John shot off his seat, "I'll get them!" He bolts off to the foyer and yells, "Sarah! Michael! Dinner."

Angela got up from her seat and went to get plate settings and silverware to help her mother set up the table. Peggy placed one of the clear glass serving dishes down on a potholder on the table, the smell of the roast filling the air.

As she went back to the oven to grab the rest of the food, Angela smiled, taking the scent of the food in. "Smells good, Mom," she said, making her way around the table, placing plate settings and utensils down.

Peggy smiled as she placed another dish on the table, "Thank you for helping set the table, Angela."

"Mhmm," Angela hummed, setting down the last few utensils on the table. She set up the whole table, including a plate setting for her father at the head of the table.

After Peggy got all the food out, she took a moment and counted the plate settings on the table. "Oh, sweetheart, your father isn't coming home for dinner tonight. He's working late," she said with a slight frown.

Angela nodded, "Oh. Forgot." She smiled up at her, "Well, when he comes home, the table will be set for him."

Peggy placed her hands on her hips, "I don't like it when your father works late. The evening doesn't feel the same."

Angela nodded, "Me too." She shrugged, "We're more used to you working late though than him."

Peggy looked at her daughter with a confused look, "Angela, are you mad at me?"

Angela flinched, "Oh, no, no, Mom. I didn't mean it like that! You have to work late more often, which makes sense because of your job. It's not often that Dad works late." She looked up at her mother sheepishly, "That came out wrong. Sorry, Mom."

Peggy walked over to her daughter and hugged, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know what you meant." She smiled, "I wish I didn't have to work late as often as I do. I'd rather be with my family."

Angela hugged her mother, "I know, Mom."

Sarah, Michael, and John walked into the kitchen and the trio beamed at the smell of the food. Michael let out a groan, "Oh, smells so good. I'm starving!"

Sarah looked at her mother with a confused look, "Uh, wait. Where's Dad? Is he still at work?"

Michael raised a brow, "we're not waiting for him?"

Peggy let go of Angela and waved to the table. "Your dad has to work late, so we have to eat without him."

Michael gave a thumbs up, "Alright! Hungry!" He, Sarah, Angela, and John quickly took their usual seat around the table.

Peggy took her seat at the foot of the table, "Before you get too excited, Michael. It's your turn to say grace."

Michael nodded as the family reached out and took each other's hands. "Our dear, heavenly Father—" He began.

---

It was getting late, and the house was quiet with much of the lights turned off except for a lone lamp in the family room, illuminating Peggy sitting at the end of the couch. Dressed comfortably in her short nightgown and robe, she silently read her book as she waited for Steve to come home. With the kids asleep, Peggy enjoyed the quiet and the coziness of the sofa. As she turned the page, she caught Angela quietly walking into the kitchen in the corner of her eye.

Peggy lowered her book, "Angela." Her daughter jumped in surprise. "Why are you up so late?" the mom said with a confused look.

Angela turned and headed over to her mother, "I thought I left my book down here."

Peggy smiled and pointed at the coffee table, "Is that it?"

"Mhmm, that's it. Thanks, Mom," Angela responded, picking it up off the table. She gripped the book in her hands and hovered by the couch for a moment, causing her mother to look at her confused.

"Something on your mind, dear?" Peggy asked.

"Um. No," Angela hesitated. Peggy raised a brow in suspicion and cocked her head to the side. Angela sighed and sat down by her mom. "Does Sarah ever… gossip about me to you?"

Peggy chuckled, "Sarah? Sometimes, and usually to praise you. She has recently been trying to figure out who you like in school."

"Oh," Angela said quietly.

Peggy smiled, "Sarah is officially dating someone for the first time, so her excitement is kind of bleeding over to you. That's why it seems she's pestering you about who you like. Her 'relationship' or whatever she calls it is still new for her. She'll eventually stop pestering you, that is unless you give her fuel for it."

Angela nodded, "right."

"If it's bothering you, just tell her to stop. If she doesn't, tell me, and I'll tell her to stop."

"Okay," the young blonde teen responded.

Peggy watched her daughter, "If you like someone, great. If you don't, that fine too. It's not a requirement to date in high school, darling. You're thirteen now, so you can if you want. And you don't have to tell us if you do like someone, but you do if you're dating."

Angela nodded, "I know, Mom."

Peggy chuckled, "Okay, I'll stop. I know Sarah has been pushing your buttons about it. You don't need me to dig into it."

"Thanks, Mom." Angela leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "Good night."

Peggy smiled, "Good night, honey. I love you."

"I love you too." With that, Angela turned and left the family room to go back to her room.

Before Peggy could return to her book, she heard the garage door open, notifying her that Steve finally came home. She smiled as she returned to her book, waiting for him to go in and greet her.

As the large metal garage door closed, Steve stepped into the house through the entry door and let out a tired sigh. He then turned and headed to the kitchen; with a briefcase in one hand, he undid his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket with the other. Once he finally dragged his feet into the kitchen and the adjoining family room, he spotted Peggy sitting on the couch.

"Peggy? You're still up?" he asked, surprised, walking over to her.

Peggy closed her book and smiled, "It's not too late. I wanted to wait up for you. Welcome home, darling." Steve leaned down and kissed her tenderly, dropping his briefcase at the foot of the couch. She smiled, "Food is in the fridge."

"Thank you, hon," he said, standing up and removing his tie. Steve walked into the kitchen and removed his coat, draping it on one of the chairs before strolling over to the refrigerator to grab the leftovers.

Peggy stood up and followed her husband into the kitchen, taking a seat by the head of the table.

As Steve grabbed the Tupperware containers of food from the fridge, Peggy smiled over at him, resting her cheek against her hand. "So, Sarah wants us to meet Kevin."

Steve raised a brow as he placed one container in the microwave and turned it on. "That the person she's dating?" he asked, glancing at his wife with a disapproving look.

Peggy laughs, "Don't act like you don't know."

Steve chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning against the island. "Yeah? About time we get to meet him," he said in a neutral tone.

Peggy rolled her eyes and grinned, "Oh, come off of it. It hasn't been that long since she started seeing him. We had the holidays and traveling too, you know."

Steve sighed and shrugged, "Fine. When are we supposed to meet him?" The microwave rang to signal that the food was done heating. He turned and removed the food and smiled, "This smells so good."

"Sarah wants to bring him over for dinner this Friday." Peggy raised a brow, "Will you be home on time? I was thinking of making a big meal."

Steve nodded, "Should be."

"Great!" Peggy approvingly said, leaning back in her seat.

"Hopefully, the board meeting goes well, and I won't have to stay late again," Steve said, placing another Tupperware container in the microwave.

"Right. Well, I look forward to meeting the boy Sarah is seeing," smiled Peggy as she adjusted her robe.

Steve sighed, "Yeah."

Peggy rolled her eyes again, "Relax; he might surprise you."

"He might not," shrugged Steve.

Peggy chuckled, "How is it you can see the best in people but not him?"

Steve glanced at his wife with a frown, "Cause he's dating my daughter, that's why. He better find a cure to the common cold or something to make me like him off the bat."

Peggy smirked, "I love how protective you are of our daughters. I'll say this every chance I get. I married a good man."

Steve sighed, "Hopefully, Angela won't be dating anyone any time soon."

"Why do you say that?"

Steve chuckled as he removed the other Tupperware from the microwaved a few seconds before it was done. "Can't handle the stress." He brought his now reheated food to the head of the table and sat down. Steve smiled at his wife, "Thank you for dinner."

Peggy nodded, "Of course, my darling." She smirked, "You know, Angela might like someone."

Steve raised a brow as he served himself food, scooping servings out of the plastic Tupperware and onto his plate.

Peggy shrugged, "Sarah seems to think so, and Angela denies it. But I know my daughter. She just doesn't want to say it."

Steve nodded, "Hm. Might have to get Dugan to spy on her."

Peggy shook her head and pushed her husband on the shoulder, "Oh, stop."

"So is that a 'no' for Dugan, Bucky, and Jim to come over Friday?" Steve smirked.

Peggy sighed, "No intimidation techniques, Steve. Please. Our first impression is just as important."

Steve squinted, "Hm. Fine." He took a bite of his food, "So, you think Angela likes someone at school?"

Peggy nodded, "It's only natural. She's definitely trying to hide it, though. She might be too shy to admit it to us." She chuckled, "She's never been one for social things."

"Yeah, that's true." Steve paused, "Since we're talking about our kids' love lives—"

"We're their parents; we're supposed to," joked Peggy.

Steve laughed, "Has Michael talked about who he likes at school."

Peggy shrugged, "He says he likes someone at school but wouldn't say who. He wants to ask her out on a date, but I think he's a little nervous. Too afraid of rejection, I think. I don't see why; our son is a catch."

Steve chuckled, "Is it, Irena or Eva?"

"Doubt it. Michael is very adamant that those two are just really good friends." Peggy chuckled, "Poor Irena. I know she likes him a lot. She's been into him since he helped her all those years ago."

Steve nodded, "Yeah, even I see it. Just how she looks at him."

Peggy nodded, "Mhmm." She sighed, "Our kids are growing up too fast. It seemed like yesterday when they were only half my size, and Sarah talked about how much she hates boys. Now she's dating."

"Yeah," Steve responded, briefly recalling fond memories of his kids when they were small. He cleared his throat, "So Friday, right? Any ideas on the menu?"

Peggy chuckled, "If it isn't too cold, we can grill some steak."

"We meaning me," joked Steve.

Peggy laughed, "Yes, darling. 'We' meaning 'you.' I can't grill as good as you."

Steve smiled, "Alright, I'll try and find sometime later this week to go down to the local butcher shop."

"Let's have fun with it, okay?"

"I will, I will," reassured Steve.

"And if you're busy, I can always run by the butchers."

"Thanks, Peg," nodded Steve.

Peggy smiled lovingly at her husband and rested her hand on his.

---

January 10, 1963

Stark Industries: New York City Facility, Manhattan

A few days later, in Steve's office, Howard, in a fancy black suit and tie, leaned back in his chair and grinned. "So you're meeting Sarah's boyfriend tomorrow?"

Joan, who wore a lovely violet belted dress and her red hair down in waves, sat in the chair next to Howard, and laughed at his comment.

Steve sighed, adjusted his black tie, and turned his chair around to look out the window. "It's too early in the morning for this," he grinned. "And I don't know if she calls him her boyfriend yet."

Joan raised a brow, "Did you talk to her about him?"

Steve looked back at her, "I don't discourage her from talking about him if that's what you're implying."

Joan chuckled, "Well, that's good." She smirked, "Your daughter is a teenager, Steve. She probably already does call him her boyfriend."

Steve cocked his head to the side, "I don't know. She's more mature than that to dive into a relationship that quickly. As far as I know, they're just dating and haven't put a label on it."

Howard laughed, "I don't know if that's better, bud. She could be dating around with a bunch of other—"

Steve pointed a finger at his friend, "Don't finish that statement." He joked, "And second, I'm not going to get parenting or relationship advice from you." Joan chuckled at the two men.

Joan smirked, "Is she excited for you and your wife to meet her?"

"Peggy says so. I haven't talked to Sarah in-depth about it yet because I been working late and didn't have much time this morning."

"Well, are you excited?" joked Joan.

"Not really," Steve replied instantly.

Joan laughed, "You're such a typical 'dad,' Steve. My dad was the same way when I was dating. He's still like that with men I date."

"And I won't ever change. I said it once, and I'll say it again, no one will ever be good for my girls," Steve said with conviction.

Howard laughed, "you're going to try intimidating him, aren't you?"

Joan furrowed her brows and smirked, "Steve? He's too nice."

Howard made a knowing look, "Uh, you'll be surprised. When he was still in the Army, someone once tried killing his wife while she was pregnant with the twins. Never seen him so serious and intent to do massive amounts of bodily harm on someone before."

Joan rolled her eyes, "Meaning he was about to kill whoever was responsible. Don't need to sugarcoat it for me, Howard. I'm a big girl."

Steve sighed, "That was a totally different scenario, Howard." He smiled at Joan, "But yes, Joan. I would try and intimidate the boy. Bet even Michael would too. Sadly, I promised Peggy I wouldn't."

Joan laughed, "It sounds like you have the perfect family sometimes, Steve. You talk about them so much."

Howard nodded, "His house is never quiet. It's like a warzone."

"I been to warzones. Much prefer being home," said Steve.

Joan made a troubled look, "Um, I hope your wife doesn't hate me. Got off on the wrong foot when I first met her the other day."

Steve chuckled, "eh, she doesn't. She had a rough morning, so she was already in a bad mood when you met her."

Howard glanced at Joan, "He means she can get territorial. Really, really, territorial when she's in that mood."

"Howard," Steve glared.

Joan smiled at Steve, "Can't say I blame her. I'd be too."

Steve quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, what are you in here for Howard?"

Howard nodded, "The report for the reactor. Got that meeting tomorrow at 6:30."

Steve sighed, "Early mornings and late nights. It reminds me of the Army sometimes."

"I'll be there," replied Joan.

Howard nodded, "let's run through the main talking points. Specifically, things that will address profit. Pretty much anything that'll please the shareholders. I'll add things for ya if need be."

Joan raised a brow, "tell me again, why is Steve reporting it and not you?"

Steve leaned back in his chair, "because Howard has been continuously pushing this project. They want to hear it from someone else."

Joan grunted as she fixed her dress, "let me guess, if you can't sell it and understand the end state, the board will think it's not worth producing." The two men nodded. "Makes sense. Howard is a businessman through and through. Knows the loops, rolls, and cracks."

Howard smirked, "Thanks." He gestured to her with his thumb, "That's why I keep her around." He leaned back in his chair, "So let's hear it."

Joan nodded to Steve, "we got it worked out."

Steve spoke up and gestured to the thick report in front of him. "First, we figured none of these guys would take time to read this giant monstrosity, so we made the first section more interactive. To help them follow along while we present it." He paused," And we decided in order for the board to become more—"

"Empathetic to the purpose," Joan finished his sentence. Howard raised a brow at the two.

Steve nodded, "Joan and I renamed the reactor project under the title of the 'Unity Project.' The creation of the reactor won't only be a source of unlimited clean energy. That's the original pitch you've been pushing them for years. It's getting old to them." He paused, "but the reactor, its very purpose, can bring the world together with the United States, spearheading a new source of energy. It'll promote the idea of American Exceptionalism, which a lot of people believe in."

Howard furrowed his brows.

Steve picked up the report and began to read through it, "For years, you promoted the unlimited source of energy and cars that don't need to be constantly refueled. The future of space travel and especially with the state of the space race is good. But the power it'll produce will, as your research suggested, will be able to power almost a quarter of the western seaboard." Steve leaned back in his and put the packet down. "High yield energy source with little to no necessary resource input beyond simple maintenance once it begins. I'm not a scientist, but really after reading your research, I think the only thing that needs to be replaced is the core once every few years."

He continued talking through memory, "One of the biggest problems with oil is that you have to have a massive amount of infrastructure to get it broken down into its proper constituent parts. Then it has to get transported everywhere. Like conventional nuclear power, the arc reactor can generate electricity without excess facilities, storage, and components. However, the difference is that the arc reactor won't have the danger of runaway reactions as feared in fission power. Using the experimental fusion process is inherently safer. It won't create long-lived nuclear waste as well as no unstable byproducts." Leaving more land for progress and more efficient energy."

Though Steve wasn't a scientist, he did understand the basics of what Howard was trying to accomplish. Howard plans to use the Tesseract to create the Arc Reactor by finding the chemical element that composed it and use it to power the reactor. Figuring the element was more effective in producing energy than Hydrogen, Howard believed it would be an ideal element to be used for fusion. Though fusion research into reactors was still new, nearly all the study revolved around Hydrogen or a product of Hydrogen. Science has so far determined that no design has produced more fusion power output than electrical power input, defeating the purpose due to a negative difference. Howard aimed to change that with the elements that composed the Tesseract.

Since the Tesseract is Top Secret, all the research material for the project kept in the office has no mention of its existence and only used the phrase "Element C." The Tesseract is only named in Howard's private notes secured in the SHIELD bunker in Camp Lehigh. So Joan, who isn't involved in the project, has no knowledge of the Tesseract. Steve put two-and-two together and knew "Element C" is the Tesseract.

Steve continued, "It only needs its core replaced. Other than that, it's the cleanest form of energy." He sighed, "We have to compete with the oil mindset that we Americans have adored so far. We have to emphasize the power output compared to oil as well as the long term effects of both." He nodded, "We'll have diagrams and a basic walkthrough with pictures for tomorrow."

Howard smiled, "Hey, couldn't sell it better myself." He chuckled, "You definitely did your homework. Glad I have you to sell it to them."

Steve laughed, "yeah, they got so sick of you talking about it. So they got an average Joe to sell it to them to see if it makes sense."

"Hey, you're no average Joe," Howard smirked.

Joan smiled, "I think the board will agree with Steve's report, though when he presents it."

Howard nodded and adjusted himself in his seat, "Me too. Since you're acting as Steve's secretary and assistant, you're in the meeting too. I think we established that."

"Mhmm," replied Joan with a nod.

Steve leaned forward on his desk and let out a loud sigh. "I hate these meetings. I also don't want to deal with your Chief Risk management officer."

Joan chuckled, "who, Marcus? Hm yeah, he can be a bit of a pig."

Steve laughed, "I'd say so."

Howard grinned at Joan, "But he does everything you say."

Joan shrugged with a smirk, "You either got it, or you don't."

"Sure," Howard laughed. "We all know why."

Though Joan is a confident and competent woman, she often uses her striking beauty and sexuality as an advantage around the office. Even then, Joan performs every task exceptionally well and succeeds only because of her competence and intellect. So much so that Howard is considering promoting her to a more official position within Stark Industries.

Joan made a seductive look at Howard. "How's my application going?" she said in a low purr.

"Oh, man," Howard joked. "You're going to get the job, Joan. Don't worry, and I promise it's based on merit."

Joan chuckled, "I know, I know."

Howard leaned back in his seat, "Anyway, Marcus, he's not my favorite guy, but he's good at his job."

Steve sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. "Never said he wasn't."

Howard buttoned his suit jacket and stood up, "Anyway, I think we're all set. Thanks for the hard work, Steve. And Joan."

Steve nodded, "only been two days of leg work to revamp a presentation of yours."

Howard chuckled, "still good work. Both of you."

Steve smiled, "thanks."

"Thanks," Joan said, looking up at Howard.

Howard picked up his folder off the floor, "alright, time for me to work on other big things."

"Have a good one, Howard," nodded Steve. With that, Howard left Steve's office.

Joan stands up to leave too. She gestured to the door, "I'll be out here if you need me."

Steve stood up and nodded at her, "Thanks."

As Joan got to the door, she turned back to Steve, "Also, I have the resumes for your secretaries if you want to see them."

Steve put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Sure. Any recommendations?"

Joan nodded, "I have a note on the resumes for you of ones I think will be good."

Steve lets out another sigh, "I hate this part."

Joan chuckled and left the office. Steve shook his head and walked over to the windows.

Howard suddenly came back, poking his head in, "oh, Steve."

"Yeah?" Steve glanced back at the door.

"I know you've been working hard this week, but I still need your assessment on the marketing reports from last week. Particularly the weapons division and CTD."

Steve nodded, "Yeah. I'll get on it." Howard nodded and left. Steve shook his head; it's going to be another long day this week. Hopefully, he can get all his work done on time.

---

Scarsdale High School, Scarsdale, NY

With another school day over in the late afternoon, having parted ways with her friends for the day, Angela sat at her usual bench under the maple tree. She quietly wrote in her small journal that rested on top of one of her open textbooks. Though it was rather chilly outside, Angela didn't mind it and continued to write about her day, week, and feelings in her journal. Keeping a journal was somewhat new for her, and she just recently started one. Knowing that she can't openly admit many of her feelings and interests, Angela figured making a journal is a safe way to reflect. A resource so she can process them without fear or stress. In the past few weeks, she has written multiple pages.

Angela wrote: It has been a long day, let alone a long week. At least it's almost Friday. It wasn't the fact that I had two big Math and Science tests this week, but it was the painful process of having to hide certain emotions, dreams, and parts of myself to the world. To continue to maintain a narrative of a good and socially acceptable girl and the daughter of Captain America and the Director of SHIELD. Usually, it wasn't that hard to hide, but it's been a challenge this week.

It didn't help that the school Winter Formal is coming up in a few weeks, and all the upperclassman girls in school are talking about how "fun" and "romantic" it'll be. I passed Veronica Sellas in the halls a lot these past few days, which too didn't help my mood. Since I'm only a Freshman, I can't go to the dance, but I would like nothing more than to ask her to it. Unfortunately, practicality doesn't match my dreams. At this rate, Veronica may never know that I like her. I guess it's better that way.

Angela was so engrossed in writing in her journal that she didn't see Michael and his friends show up beside her.

"What are you writing, sis? You have a diary?" Michael joked.

"It's not a diary, it's a—" Angela saw Michael and his friends and quickly closed her textbook over her journal.

Michael raised a brow and grinned, "It's a what?"

"A…Journal," Angela admitted quietly.

"What's the difference?"

Angela sighed, "a diary is a record of daily events, what you did that day, where you went, and what you accomplished. A journal is a record and analysis. It has reflections about experiences, thoughts about your life, emotions, things that have been bothering you, etcetera."

Michael smiled at his friends, Eva, Irena, Riley, and Rhys. "She knows a little of everything."

Rhys laughed, "We know. Your sister is the smartest person I ever met."

Angela continued, "Journals are more intimate than a diary. Though people use 'diary' and 'journal' interchangeably."

Eva chuckled, "She does have a point."

"Do you keep a journal?" asked Riley, a tall, burly teenager and Michael's longtime best friend.

"I have a…diary. Yes," Eva smirked. "But you're not gonna see it."

"Of course," joked Riley.

Michael furrowed his brows at his little sister, "Oh, didn't know you kept a journal."

Angela shrugged, "It's a diary, I guess, but I just call it a journal. It's a recent thing."

Michael grinned at his little sister, "So, crushing on anyone in your little book?"

"Michael," Irena grinned with a whisper.

"What?" joked Michael.

Angela sighed loudly. "You too? Sarah already pesters me," she expressed in frustration.

Michael put up his hands, "Sorry, I was only kidding." He raised a brow, "Guessing Sarah is with Kevin?"

"Probably," said Angela, putting her books away in her school bag.

"Ugh," Michael sighed.

"Why don't you like him?" asked Angela with a small smile.

Michael sighed, "Eh, it's a bit of a story."

Angela shrugged, "I haven't really met him so, I don't have much of an opinion."

Michael glanced at his friends, "Welp, I think Sarah could do better than him. I'm with Dad on this."

Eva rolled her eyes, "Your Dad just doesn't like the idea of your sisters dating."

Angela nodded, "that's true."

Michael chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He nodded to the sidewalk, "Anyway, I'm going to walk home. Maybe beat you guys again since Dad is late again."

Angela waved, "See you later, Michael."

Irena and Eva waved back at her, "Bye, Angela." Angela smiled and waved back silently at the two older girls. With that, Michael and his friends turned and walked away, across the grass.

A few moments later, after Michael and his friends left, Sarah showed up and sat down by Angela. Angela smiled at her older sister, "No, Kevin?"

Sarah ran a hand through her long brown hair, "Said bye to him already." She raised a brow, "Guessing Dad's not here yet? He's been working a lot lately."

Angela nodded, "Yeah."

Sarah shook her head, "Wonder why Uncle Howard probably got him working overtime. Which means Mom is going to pick us up, which will take forever." She groaned, "I can't wait to learn how to drive."

Angela glanced at her sister, "Do you think Mom and Dad will give you and Michael a car?"

"I hope so," said Sarah. She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed face, "But, knowing them. They'll probably get one car and make us share it, which will make Friday night plans a pain." She leaned back on the bench, "And it isn't like they're short on money either."

Angela nodded, "Yeah."

The two girls suddenly saw a black Cadillac Fleetwood limousine with whitewall tires pull up to the curb and stop. Then a second later, they saw Edwin Jarvis step out in a fancy black suit and tie.

Sarah sat forward with shock, "Um. Angela. Is that Mr. Jarvis?"

Angela nodded, "Looks like it." The two girls saw Mr. Jarvis walk around the car, open the rear passenger door, and look over in their direction. "I think that means he's here to take us home."

Sarah saw Mr. Jarvis wave at them. "Looks like it."

The two girls stood up and walked toward the fancy limo parked in front of the school. The sisters could tell the car, and the man in a nice suit drew attention from everyone, including the parents picking up their teens from school.

As Angela and Sarah approached Jarvis, the butler smiled at the two girls. Sarah greeted him first, "How's it going, Mr. Jarvis? Sure surprised to see you."

Jarvis smiled and nodded at them, "It has been quite a while since we saw each other, hasn't it?"

"Mhmm," Sarah hummed, stopping by their old family friend.

Angela smiled at the butler, "Hi, Mr. Jarvis."

Jarvis nodded at the young blonde girl, "Ms. Angela, it's always a pleasure to see you. And you as well, Ms. Sarah."

Sarah smiled, "Yeah, it has been a while." She raised a brow, "Where's Dad or Mom?"

"Unfortunately both your parents are working rather later than usual today. They called me to drive you home." Jarvis smiled, "I couldn't refuse an opportunity to see your family."

Sarah smirked, "You could always swing by. I'm sure Mom would love that."

"Dad too," chimed in Angela.

Jarvis gestured to the car as he held the door open. "Well, shall we?"

Sarah nodded and got into the car and patted the soft seats, and chuckled. "Talk about a low profile. We're going home in a limo. Sure everyone will talk about how the Rogers got to go home in a nice limo."

Angela got into the car and chuckled, "You're always so concerned if people talk about you."

"I care about my image," smiled Sarah.

"I know," Angela responded evenly with a sarcastic tone.

Jarvis then got in the car and began to drive the two Rogers girls home. As he turned down a street, he looked through the rearview mirror to the girls. "Comfortable?" he asked with a smile.

Sarah nodded as she melted in the soft seat cushions, "Oh yeah."

Angela raised a brow, "Where's John?"

"Your Aunt Ana is picking him up," responded Jarvis.

Sarah chuckled, "oh, we get the fancy limo. How is Aunt Ana? How are you?"

Though the kids call Ana Jarvis "Aunt Ana," they still call Edwin Jarvis "Mr. Jarvis." That was how Jarvis introduced himself to the kids, and as the kids got older, they all liked the title "Mr." in front of his name because it sounded better. There was no other reason why the kids didn't call him "Uncle Jarvis," other than "Mr." rolled off the tongue better. Peggy couldn't help but agree.

Jarvis glanced through the rearview mirror again. "We're doing very well. We miss the days where we watched you while your parents were gone and your sitter wasn't available. You kids were so full of energy." He chuckled, "Well, Angela wasn't. She was always the quiet one."

Sarah smirked, "She still is the quiet one." Angela didn't respond and just looked out the window.

"You've all grown quite a lot since then," smiled Jarvis.

Sarah leaned forward, "thanks, Mr. Jarvis. If it makes any difference, I'm glad you're still the same butler we all know and love."

Jarvis chuckled, "charmed, Ms. Rogers." He smirked at the girls, "It's funny. Quite a thought, really."

"What is?" asked Sarah. Angela glancing over at the Butler.

"I was just thinking. Your mother and father seemed like they've never aged," Jarvis mentioned, keeping his eyes on the road.

Angela raised a brow, "I never thought of that, but, yeah."

Sarah furrowed her brows, "They do look younger than most of my friends' parents. Haven't really noticed it, actually. Huh. Hm, it might just be mom's makeup."

Angela glanced at Sarah, "what about Dad?"

Sarah shrugged, "He's Captain America. Wait, do you think all that genetic enhancements we inherited from our parents can stop or slow down aging?" She furrowed her brows, "We have enhanced strength, stamina, and as Mom said, we're superhuman. But do you think that slows down aging? Or stops it?"

Angela thought for a moment. "Hm, maybe? I don't know-how. Then again, Mom, Dad, and all of us are way stronger than the fittest athlete. We should ask them about it." She paused, "But I doubt aging stopped. Whatever caused Mom and Dad to become superhuman might slow aging down. I think we should ask her."

Sarah leaned back, "Hm. She never told us how exactly she and Dad became superhuman." She shrugged, "Well, we know how Dad became superhuman. He joined the Army, and the government gave him something. That's all I know."

Angela raised a brow, "We know how Mom became superhuman."

"What? How?" asked a confused Sarah. Angela gave her a funny look. "OH! Gross! I don't want to think of that! ICK!"

Angela smiled, "Well, it makes sense, right? She gave birth to us, and we inherited—"

"Okay, stop!" Sarah put her hand up. "I don't want to imagine Mom and Dad doing the deed." Jarvis started to laugh as he continued the drive home. Sarah sighed and quickly changed the subject, "Okay. I think Mom would've told us if our aging is slower than the average person."

Angela shrugged, "Or not. She's head of a spy agency. She knows how to keep secrets and knows how to lie better than anyone."

Sarah made a disapproving look at her sister, "Mom isn't a liar, Angela. When she does, it's for work."

Angela sighed, "I know, I know."

Sarah sighed again, "Well, I think Dad would've told us at least."

"Not if Mom told him not to," shot back Angela.

Sarah groaned, "Fine, I'll ask. Eventually. It's more of curiosity than anything else."

"Yeah," agreed with the sister.

Jarvis smiled back at them, "well, you have loving parents. Whatever the case may be, they do everything to protect you, raise you, and love you."

Sarah nodded, "yeah." She frowned, "I can make do with dad not embarrassing me."

Angela chuckled, "he does not."

Sarah rolled her eyes, "Mhmm, sure. How about that time he sang in public for mom at the homecoming festival."

Angela laughed, "he sang great, though."

Sarah groaned again, "And danced. And then he asked her out to the dance like a teenager in front of everyone."

"Come on, I thought that was cute," smiled Angela.

"Oh my God. I didn't hear the end of it at school. So embarrassing," Sarah said, rubbing her temples.

Jarvis chuckled, "I would've like to have seen that."

Angela nodded, "And Mom loved it."

"Of course she did. They are so infatuated with each other," grumbled Sarah.

Angela shrugged, "Well, Mom is from the UK. She didn't have homecoming dances like we do. So dad took it upon himself."

Sarah leaned forward, "Yeah, Mr. Jarvis, they were at the dance too, and they danced!"

Angela laughed, "because they volunteered to work the booths and concessions."

Sarah sighed for what seemed like the millionth time.

"They would've been homecoming king and queen if they were students," grinned Angela. Jarvis chuckled.

---

Steve & Margaret Rogers Residence, Scarsdale, NY

A few minutes later, Jarvis pulled the limo up to the curb in front of the large Rogers home. He stepped out of the car, walked around to the right passenger side, and let them out. As Sarah and Angela hopped out of the limousine, Jarvis nodded at the older girl. "Ms. Sarah, your mother wants you to call her at her office and let her know you're home and discuss plans for supper."

Sarah adjusted her bag on her back, "Ok. Thanks for the ride, Mr. Jarvis. See you next time." She turned on her heel and walked up the path to the front door.

Angela waved, "bye, Mr. Jarvis." She then left and joined her sister.

Jarvis smiled, "Have a good rest of the evening." He turned and got back into the car.

As Sarah and Angela walked up the front porch, pushed opened the front door, and stepped inside, Sarah called out into the foyer. "John!" she called.

John appeared at the upper level, looking down at his big sister. "Hi!" he greeted.

Sarah closed the front door, leaving it unlocked for Michael. "Doing your homework? And how was Aunt Ana?"

John shook his head, "Haven't started yet. But Aunt Ana is good! She says hello and misses us!"

Sarah chuckled, "I miss her." She nodded, "Alright, but get started on your homework. I'll call mom and ask her about dinner." Sarah glanced at Angela, "Are you going to help John with his math?"

Angela nodded, "Mhmm. I can do that right now."

Sarah gave a thumbs up, "Ok." She looked up at her little brother, "John, Angela is going to help you with your math now."

John nodded, "ok." He felt somewhat dejected as he didn't want to start his homework and continue playing.

Angela started upstairs, sensing her little brother's reservations about doing his homework. "Just one more day and we'll have the weekend, John." John nodded and turned back to head to his room.

Sarah strolled into the kitchen, dropping her bag by the table, and went to grab the phone on the counter. Making sure not to pick up her mother's work phone that was by it, she called her mom at SHIELD.

Though SHIELD Headquarters' location is secret and is hidden in a nondescript office building, the public can still call the agency. However, as a cover, the SHIELD: Aegis Headquarters is named to the public as the "Fletcher Investments," a massive investment bank, complete with separate telephone numbers, phone operators, and fake staff.

After a few moments, a phone operator in SHIELD answered the phone. "SHIELD Aegis Headquarters operator," greeted a female voice over the phone.

Sarah spoke up, "Hi, this is Sarah Rogers. I'd like to speak to Director Rogers, please. This is her daughter."

"One moment, please," said the operator.

A few moments later, Sarah heard the familiar voice of Ms. Rose, her mother's longtime friend and secretary. "Director Rogers office, Rose speaking."

Sarah smiled, "Hi, Ms. Rose, it's Sarah. My mom wanted me to call her."

"Oh, yes, she's in her office, one second, sweetheart."

Another moment passes before Sarah heard her mother pick up the phone. "Hi, Darling," her mom greets.

Sarah looked out the kitchen window, "Hi, mom. We're home. Well, except Michael. He's walking Irena home still."

Over in SHIELD, Peggy leaned on her desk and smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart. Your father and I are working late again. Can you make dinner for your siblings? The food is already defrosted, and I marked the recipe in the book. If you're too busy and don't want to cook tonight, we got plenty of leftovers in the fridge."

Sarah nodded, "Ok, I can handle it, Mom."

Peggy chuckled, "and don't let John stay up late watching TV, and make sure he does his homework."

"Angela is on top of it."

Peggy smirked, "Thank you, Sarah. I trust Mr. Jarvis gave you a smooth ride in his limo?"

Sarah grinned, "Yep. I'm sure everyone is going to talk about how Angela and I went home in a fancy limo."

Peggy shook her head with a small smile, "Sarah, you need to worry less about your image at school."

"I'm not embarrassed." Sarah shrugged, "Just not looking forward to the endless stream of questions and comments."

Peggy hummed, "hmm. Sure, sweetheart." She paused, "Well, I have to get back to work. Thank you, Sarah. I love you, and I'll see you later tonight."

Sarah smiled, "I love you too, Mom." With that, she hung up the phone and went to go find her mom's cookbook.

A few hours later, Michael walked into the house and was immediately welcomed by the beautiful aroma of food. "Wow, smells good in here! I'm home!" he called into the foyer.

"I'm in the kitchen," Sarah called back.

Michael made his into the kitchen and saw Sarah doing homework on the island with a pot of food cooking on the stove. She had her hair tied up and an apron tied around her waist and neck, clearly multitasking with her school work and cooking.

Michael dropped his stuff on the floor by the table. "Um. You're cooking dinner?"

Sarah nodded, not looking up from her assignment. "Mom and Dad are working late again."

"Oh, gotcha." Michael nodded and made his way over to the stove to see what's cooking. He peered into the pot and saw beef stew. "Well, smells good." He glanced back at his twin sister, "Do you need help? I can take over if you want to do your homework."

Sarah looked up at her brother and shook her head, "Nah, the food is almost done anyway." She chuckled, "the trick is getting John to eat it. He can be so picky sometimes."

Michael laughed, "yeah. Really."

Sarah dropped her pencil, "Okay. Can you please tell me who you like at school? I'm dying to know."

Michael rolled his eyes, "You like to bug Angela and me about this, huh? Hey, just cause you're dating someone doesn't mean you can stick your nose in my love life or Angela's."

Sarah exaggerated a sigh, "Come on. Is it Irena?"

Michael groaned, "seriously? No, not even close. Besides, for the millionth and then time. She's a friend."

Sarah laughed, "God, F feel bad for her, Michael."

Michael raised a brow, "why?"

Sarah made an unamused look at her brother. "You never stopped to wonder why she always turns to you when you enter a room? Or why she stops to hear you speak? Or has seen every home football game."

Michael rolled his eyes again. "Plenty of people seen all the home games."

Sarah sighed, "Never mind."

"Well, I feel bad for David too."

"Why?" She asked, confused.

Michael sighed, "well, forget it. You have a boyfriend already anyway."

Sarah shook her head, "First of all, Kevin and I aren't boyfriend-girlfriend yet. Second, David is one of my best friends. It be weird."

"And that's what Irena is to me." He gestured to Sarah, "So you find dating your best friend weird, and I find dating my best friend weird. So there you have it."

"But Irena—"

"Oh my God." Michael groaned.

Sarah raised her hands, "Okay, fine. Who do you like? Please tell me. Pretty please. I just want to know."

Michael sighed again. "Fine. Promise not to tell. I know how you talk to everyone in the school."

Sarah smiled and crossed her heart and raised two fingers. "I promise. Scouts honor."

"Emily Moore."

Sarah leaned back in surprise, "Really? The blonde English girl?"

Michael shrugged, "I like her accent. And I think she's pretty too, among other things."

Sarah shrugged, "wow. Well, she seems nice. Have you talked to her?"

"Here and there."

Sarah grinned, "I'm sure if you ask her out, she'd probably say 'yes.'"

Michael sarcastically laughed, "Ha. Yeah, uh, not ready for that."

"What? Too nervous or too scared?"

Michael shook his head, "Too busy."

Sarah scoffed and spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Yeah. You're busy, sure." She smirked, "you know, I think Mom would like it if you brought a girl back who's English."

Michael snapped his fingers, "Oh hey, guess what? Since you're so fond of our love lives."

Sarah stood up and went over to the stove to check on the stew. "What?" she asked, picking up a wooden spoon.

"Did you know Angela kept a journal?"

Sarah began stirring, "No, I didn't."

Michael chuckled, "I wonder what she writes in there. She doesn't share a whole lot about her feelings and stuff. I kind of curious what she puts in there."

Sarah chuckled, "Now who wants to dig on Angela." She smirked, "She's just a quiet girl. That's probably her way of safely expressing things without the need of talking. You know she isn't a huge talker like me or you, for that matter."

"Deep dark secrets maybe," Michael said with a mischievous grin. "Maybe, she admits that she was never our biological sister and that Mom and Dad adopted her from a crashed alien space ship. She's like superman, but instead of flying and heat vision, her powers are super intelligence because she's mad smart."

Sarah shook her head, "You're an idiot. We're all entitled to our secrets, Michael."

Michael waved his hand, "Pah, now who sounds like Mom."

Sarah made a frown at her brother, "You're not going to dig for her journal, are you?"

"Maybe."

Sarah points the spoon at him, "Michael, I swear—"

Michael raised his hands, "I'm kidding!"

Sarah shook her head, "She's our baby sister, and you've always been her protector. So if you're worried about—"

"I'm not, I'm not. I was only joking, geez."

Michael sighed and changed the subject, "Are you excited for Mom and Dad to meet Kevin?"

Sarah smirked, "Heck yeah, I am. I'm so excited. I hope they like him."

"Hm." Michael shrugged, "I know Mom will."

Sarah scoffed, "Of course you think Dad won't." She playfully gestured a kick toward him. "Get out of here."

Michael laughed and turned around, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

---

It was close to the middle of the night when Steve finally came home. Mentally exhausted from doing mountains of paperwork and prep for tomorrow's meeting, Steve dragged his feet through the garage entryway and into the kitchen. He let out a tired sigh, strolling past the table and lazily dropping his briefcase on the floor.

As he removed his coat and undid his tie, Peggy sitting on the couch in the family room in her robe lowered the book she was reading and greeted him with a warm smile. "Welcome home, darling," she said, standing up and putting her book down on the coffee table.

Steve made a tired smile as he walked over to his wife. "Thanks." He undid his tie and rubbed his neck with a tired expression on his face.

Peggy walked up to him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Sarah made dinner. It's quite delicious," she said proudly.

Steve chuckled, "I ate at the office. But I'll bring some for lunch tomorrow. Can't let her cooking go to waste." He plopped down on the couch and let out a loud sigh.

Peggy smiled and sat down next to him, tucking her legs beneath her. "Long day?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah. Full of paperwork and prepping for that board meeting tomorrow morning. Think this meeting will make or break the Arc Reactor project and Howard's long-time goal." He groaned, "And I have to do the presentation because the board wants to hear it from someone else."

Peggy gave him a warm smile, "You'll do great, hon. You've been working hard, and I know you've been preparing for this meeting. They'll listen to you. You have a very authoritative speaking voice."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah. Got to sound confident even if you don't know what you're talking about. Trick them with confidence." He shook his head, "6:30 meeting, though."

Peggy cringed, "Aw, that's awful. Howard's idea?"

Steve shook his head, "Nope." He waved his hand, "Anyways, boring stuff. How was your day?"

Peggy rolled her eyes, "same as yours, pretty much on top of the usual. New situations developing in Indonesia and Malaysia." She sighed, "And of course, Vietnam. I'm not a big fan of working late."

Steve nodded, "me too. When did you get home?"

Peggy shrugged, "About an hour ago."

Steve raised a brow, "kids all asleep?"

Peggy shook her head, "I think Sarah and Michael are still up. But Angela and John are in bed. Nice and snug."

"Sarah and Michael are still up? Huh."

Peggy leaned into her husband, "So..."

"Hm?" Steve hummed, raising a brow.

Peggy smirked, "Are you excited to meet Kevin? You'll be home on time, right?"

Steve nodded, "Oh yeah. I'll be home. I gave Howard the heads up."

Peggy smiled, "Good. I'll be home a little earlier to get groceries and get things ready, assuming nothing pressing happens while I'm at work. Do you want me anything else than that list you left? Do we need extra charcoal?"

Steve thought for a moment. "Hm, it wouldn't hurt."

Peggy nodded, "I'll add it to the shopping list then."

Steve sighed, "I'll try and be on my best behavior."

Peggy chuckled, "That's all I ask, darling." Steve laughed in response. "I'm serious. You might like him."

"We'll see."

Peggy leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "You keep saying that." She gave him a look, "But. Please give the boy a chance."

Steve chuckled, "Again, we'll see." He smirked, "Well, tomorrow is the day. More excited that it's Friday than meeting Sarah's boy thing."

Peggy rolled her eyes, "Oh, come off it, honey. It will be all right. Just be nice and enjoy yourself. This boy might surprise you."

"Or not," Steve smirked.

Peggy playfully slapped his chest, "Steve." Steve chuckled in response.

---

Steve & Margaret Rogers Residence, Scarsdale, NY

January 11, 1963

The afternoon was relatively sunny though brisk was a pleasant change of weather compared to the cloudy skies that lingered throughout most of the week. Peggy, looking her best with her hair down and in a gorgeous violet belted swing dress, busied herself with getting the house and some of the food ready for her guest. As she focused primarily on the kitchen, John and Angela were busy getting the backyard patio table set up. Thankfully it was nice out and not too cold so eating outside wasn't going to be a problem.

Steve wasn't home yet, and Peggy wondered how his meeting went. Though Peggy didn't much care about the Arc Reactor concept itself, she was more focused on whether this Stark Industries Project would be able to harness the Tesseract. To her, that was the most important. Since the end of the War, SHIELD had the cube and could not succeed, where Hydra accomplished in a few months.

Sarah walked into the kitchen, fixing her earing, and wore a beautiful dark blue sleeved dress. Her hair was smooth, and her bangs were combed over to meet the hair on the sides that traveled to her shoulders, ending with curls. "Is Dad home yet?" Sarah asked, stopping by her mother.

Peggy turned and saw her daughter. She smiled proudly at her beauty, "Sarah, darling, you look gorgeous!"

"Thanks, Mom."

Peggy stepped forward and adjusted her daughter's dress slightly. "That dress looks perfect on you. And I love what you did with your hair." Peggy smiled, "You must be the prettiest girl in school."

Sarah laughed, "Thanks, Mom."

"But to answer your question, your Dad isn't home yet." Peggy smiled, "He'll agree with me with how you look, though. Kevin is going to be so impressed."

Sarah looked out the kitchen window and saw Angela and John quickly setting up the seat cushions at the patio table. She glanced back at her Mom, "Do you need help in here at all, Mom?"

Peggy nodded, "Sure, if you don't mind. Just prepping some hors d'oeuvres." Sarah nodded and went to the sink to wash her hands.

Upstairs, Michael stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway, fixing his collared shirt. "Angela!" he called out for his baby sister.

He heard his mother call from downstairs, "She's helping me outside with the patio, hon!"

"Okay, thanks," he called back to his mother back as he headed to the stairs.

As Michael strolled down the hall, he passed Angela's room. He suddenly paused in his tracks. Curiosity of what's in Angela's journal beckoned him closer to her room. He knew it was a bad idea, not to mention wrong, to sneak in her room and rummage through her things to find something private. Something Angela has clearly shown she wanted to keep secret. But for whatever reason and whatever possessed him, he couldn't take his mind off finding her little book.

Michael shook his head and decided to go into her room to find it. His justification for finding it, though not a very good one, was to discover if his little sister was hiding some deep dark secret from the family. He quietly closed the door behind him and began to search her room, starting with the bookshelf.

Michael kept an eye on his watch to make sure he wasn't taking too much time in Angela's room. The longer he searched, he knew that the chances of him getting caught grew. Regardless, with each place Michael investigated, he made sure to take extra care and put everything the way he found it. Angela is an extremely detailed person; if anyone would find anything off by as small as a centimeter, it be her.

But as time went on, Michael couldn't find the little journal. He tried all the places he'd expect someone would hide something private. He was about to give up as he repositioned Angela's items on her desk when he spotted her backpack lying against her bed.

Hiding in plain sight, Michael thought to himself. The backpack was honestly the last place he'd think to look since it seemed like such a poor place to hide a secret journal. He went over to the backpack, opened it, and lo and behold. Michael found Angela's little journal tucked between two notebooks. Michael laughed at himself as he came to another realization. Angela probably didn't believe anyone would actively search for her journal, so she would have no reason to find an elaborate place to hide it. She isn't a secret agent like their Mom.

Michael checked his watch and paused to hear if anyone was coming up the stairs or down the hall. Satisfied that Angela and the rest of the family were still busy getting things ready for Kevin's visit, he plopped down on the floor to read Angela's little journal.

He didn't start at the beginning and opened it toward the middle.

---

Steve finally came home a few hours before Kevin is supposed to arrive. He entered the kitchen from the garage entryway and greeted his wife and oldest daughter. "Hey, I'm home. Am I late for the party?" he grinned, putting his briefcase down by the island.

Peggy turned around and smiled happily at her husband. "Steve!" she greeted and walked over to him. The two shared a tender kiss, "You still got a few hours until he arrives."

"Okay, great. Have to get my game face on," Steve smirked. He took a step back and scanned his wife up and down. "Mhmm, you look gorgeous, hon! You always look great," Steve smiled, kissing his wife again.

Peggy laughed, "Thank you, darling. You don't look too bad yourself."

"Just got back from work."

"And still look good," Peggy flirted.

Sarah turned around from the counter and rolled her eyes at her parents. "Hey, I'm still here, Mom."

Peggy laughed and wrapped her arm around her husband, "Find someone that treats you like your dad treats me, and you'll experience happiness forever."

Sarah chuckled, "Fine, someone who's ridiculous. Got it." She smiled at her dad, "And hi, Dad."

Steve laughed, "Hi, Sarah. You look." He paused and observed her outfit and hair, "You look great, Sarah. You look beautiful. Just like your Mom."

Sarah smiled, "Thanks, Dad. Excited?"

"We'll see," Steve smirked.

Athena, the relatively large black German Shepard, bolted from the foyer and headed straight for Steve, bumping into him, wagging her tail vigorously. Steve bent down and petted her and scratched the back of her ears, the dog responding happily to his touch.

Steve smiled, "Hey there, sweet girl!" He chuckled, "What took you so long to greet me?"

Sarah shook her head, "She feels something is up and has been watching the front door."

"Smart dog," Steve responded, still petting the Shepard. He looked up at Sarah, "We have to make sure she doesn't jump him when Kevin arrives."

"I know," replied Sarah.

Steve stood up and smirked, "Are you excited?" Athena didn't leave the group and sat down in the middle of the three of them.

Sarah nodded, "Can't wait for you and Mom to meet him."

Steve raised a brow, "Are you sure you're excited for me to meet him?"

Peggy playfully slapped him on the chest, "Steve." Steve chuckled in response.

Sarah sighed, "Just please don't embarrass me."

Steve laughed, "Can't promise that." He looked around the kitchen, "Everything looks super nice and clean. Thanks for working so hard."

Peggy shrugged, "well, we have a guest coming."

Steve nodded, "And luckily, it's not too cold outside, so it won't be too bad to grill out there."

Angela and John poke their heads inside through the backdoor and greet their father. "Hi, Dad," the two greet.

Steve smiled, "Hey, guys! Working hard or hardly working?"

John grinned happily, "Working hard!"

Peggy furrowed her brows, "Where's Michael?"

Sarah shrugged, "Probably in his room."

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In Angela's room, Michael read Angela's journal quietly:

I realize that I'm not like everyone else, and Mom always said, never try to be. So, I must confess, I have always liked girls, and I never really liked other boys. I know myself well enough and smart enough to know that. And when I thought I liked boys, it was out of expectation or because I saw them as good friends more than anything else. My first real feelings for another girl was when I was in middle school. A girl named Lily. It was her mind more than anything else. I never acted upon my feelings, but only one teacher ever came close to figuring out that I was different, Ms. Smithburg. She said, 'it was a phase young girls always outgrow. Don't worry.' That made me worry and was my first exposure to making sure to keep it all a secret.

I know what I want to do with my life, but I know some of my ideas and thoughts may not be meant for this world, so therefore I must forever keep it to myself.

Michael slowly closed Angela's journal and slid it back into her bag. He was in utter shock, never accepting that the rumors in school were true. That she's gay. He never believed it nor thought about the possibility of it being true because they originated from some kid bullying his sister. But in her own words, Angela admitted that she is.

He was overcome by a mix of emotions of shock, anger, and fear all at the same time. How Angela acted, he never would've suspected. Granted, Angela never or very rarely talked about another boy, but she was always the quiet one and rarely spoke about personal things for long. But she's smart, hence why she kept it hidden so well. If it weren't for the journal, he would have never guessed. Maybe he suspected it but repressed that very idea as ludicrous. It's not suspicion anymore, though.

Michael always believed he's close with his siblings, that he knew them so well. Guess he didn't know Angela as well as he thought. Michael quietly beat himself up. He's the big brother; he should've known about this. Should've known that she isn't normal. Anger became the prevalent emotion, but he quickly realized that it was more out of fear for her than the knowledge that Angela is gay. If anyone outside the family found out, Michael would be unable to protect her. Honestly, he didn't know how the rest of his family would take it.

He remembers what his Dad mentioned about how the school Principal reacted to the unproven rumors about Angela being gay. If anyone like that found out about Angela, there was nothing Michael could do for her. Probably nothing his parents could do for her either. Angela would get harassed and shameful labeled on her as well as the family name.

Michael ran his hands through his hair as different things ran through his mind.

Suddenly, the muffled voice of his Mom calling him snapped him back to reality. "Michael!"

Michael quickly left Angela's room, "Coming, Mom."

"Your Dad is home. Can you help us downstairs to get ready?" his mom called.

Michael headed for the stairs, "Yeah, I'm coming."

As Michael walked down the stairs, he began to wonder if his mom knew. She's good at reading people, especially people who actively hide things. His mom might know and kept it a secret from the rest of the family. If she knew, she probably told Dad.

Michael slowly entered the kitchen, trying to hide the turmoil in his head. He stopped at the entryway and glanced at Angela for a moment.

Steve sensed something in Michael, "Hey, Michael, everything okay?"

Michael snapped out of it, "yeah. I'm-I'm good."

Peggy chuckled, "looks like he's more concerned about meeting Kevin than you are, darling."

Sarah rolled his eyes, "Michael, please don't mess this up."

Michael managed a smile, "I won't, I won't. Just thinking what to say is all."

"Careful not to damage your brain doing that too much," joked Sarah.

Peggy gave an unamused look to her daughter, "Sarah."

Steve chuckled, "I'm going to get cleaned up, and I'll help out with the rest."

Peggy nodded, "Oh, how was the meeting?"

Steve smiled proudly, "Well. The Project is still alive and well. The board supports the Arc reactor project. At least for now. Though with reservations. They still see it as a massive gamble."

Peggy shrugged, "I don't blame them. It is a risk, especially with what Howard requested of me."

Steve nodded, "Yeah, but I think Howard is beginning the foundation to finally start building it sometime soon."

Angela made a wide smile, "The Arc Reactor project? He's building it?" She asked in a rarely excited tone.

Steve nodded, "Mhmm. Over in the West Coast, though."

"You think we can see it when it's done?"

Steve smiled, "I don't see why not. It's going to be a while, though. It's a massive project."

"I know," Angela grinned. As an aspiring engineer, she adored modern marvels and anything her Uncle Howard makes. Often, Steve would take Angela on drives to see skyscrapers, bridges, and the port to see ships.

Steve turned and headed out of the kitchen, "I'm going to get cleaned up. I'll be down in a few minutes."

Angela notices Michael's strange silence, "Michael, are you okay?"

Michael stood straight, "Yeah. I'm fine." He looked to his Mom, "Said you needed help, Mom?"

Peggy nodded, "Yes, can you take out the trash for me, please, darling?"

"Sure thing," he said, letting out a slight sigh.

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A few hours later, the doorbell rang, prompting Athena to bolt from her place on the family room floor and bark loudly. Michael chased after the dog calling her name, "Athena!"

Sarah stood up from the couch and smiled at her mom, "He's here!" She quickly made her way to the door. Peggy stood up and headed to the kitchen first before going to the foyer. Steve was nowhere to be found.

Sarah arrived at the foyer and saw Michael holding Athena by the leash as she barked at the door. She quickly opened the door, "Kevin!" she greeted happily. "Come on it," Sarah said, stepping to the side and gesturing him to come in.

As Kevin walked in, Athena continued to bark at him, sounding more vicious than normal. Michael continued to hold onto her by the collar. "She just needs to get to know you."

Kevin headed for the German Shepard and gently held out his hand, and the dog stopped barking and sniffed his hand for a moment. Athena calmed down and sat down on Michael's foot, relaxing and sensing Kevin wasn't a threat. Still, her posture showed her protectiveness of her family.

Kevin gently pet the German Shepard and smiled, "Nice dog."

Michael shrugged, "She'll warm up to you eventually."

Sarah walked over to Kevin and wrapped her arm around him, "That's Athena."

"I like that name," Kevin smiled. "Nice to meet you, Athena," he said, petting her.

Athena tilted her head to the side but remained on Michael's foot.

Kevin now focused his attention on Sarah with an adoring smile. "But, Sarah, look at you. My, my, you look stunning," he said, kissing her.

Sarah giggled, "thanks." Michael raised a brow and shook his head at their exchange.

Peggy showed up in the foyer and smiled at her new guest. "You must be Kevin," she said, offering her hand.

Kevin smiled at Peggy, "Oh my God." He glanced at Sarah, "I see where you got your beauty from Sarah."

Peggy smiled at his comment.

Kevin shook the mother's hand. "she can be your sister," he said, commenting on Peggy's youthfulness.

Peggy beamed, "oh, stop."

Sarah laughed, "You probably seen her in homecoming with my Dad."

Kevin chuckled, "Not up close." He focused his attention on Peggy for a moment, "I heard so much about you. It's a pleasure, Mrs. Rogers."

Peggy nodded, "Pleasure is mine to finally meet the boy my daughter has been talking so much about." She joked, "I'm sure you had some competition with my daughter.

Sarah rolled her eyes, "Mom."

Kevin laughed, "Actually, yeah."

"And she chose you," smirked Peggy.

John and Angela then walked into the foyer and joined the rest of the family. Sarah introduced her siblings to Kevin. "Kevin, this is my little brother, John. John, this is Kevin."

John smiled, "hi," he said, shyly.

Kevin greeted the young boy and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, John." He then turned to Angela, "And good to see you, Angela."

Angela nods, "Likewise, Kevin."

Steve suddenly appeared, walking in silently. Peggy smirked at her husband, "Where have you been, hon?"

"Office," Steve replied calmly.

Kevin smiled and offered his hand. "How are you doing, Mr. Rogers?" He greeted with a hint of apprehension in his voice.

Kevin couldn't help but feel intimidated by Sarah's father no matter how reassuring Sarah was leading up to today. Who wouldn't be? Her father is Captain America. The man fought two wars and used to kill bad guys for a living. Her father's reputation is larger than life.

Steve approached the boy and shook his hand. "You call me 'sir,'" he said in a menacing tone.

"Um, yes, yes, sir," Kevin stuttered and stood straighter.

"Dad," Sarah said in a scolding tone.

Peggy smirked and wrapped her arm around Steve.

Steve scanned the young teenage boy up and down. "So, what are your intentions with my daughter?" he asked with a threatening look.

Kevin gulped. "Um, I. Uh."

Michael did his best to suppress a laugh.

"Dad," Sarah hissed again.

Peggy laughed, "Okay, darling. That's enough."

Steve smiled at his wife and started to laugh. "Was that too much?"

Peggy grinned and pinched her fingers, "Just a little."

Steve chuckled, "Relax, kid. Welcome to our home. I'll be as nice as possible for you." Kevin let out a brief sigh of relief. "But you will call me 'sir,'" Steve repeated with a serious tone.

Kevin nodded, "Y-yes, sir."

Peggy playfully slapped Steve on the chest, "Steve."

Steve grinned, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He waved, "Mr. Rogers is just fine."

Sarah wrapped her arm around Kevin, "Don't mind my Dad. He's actually a big softie."

Kevin nodded, "He's also Captain America."

Steve grinned, "And don't you forget it."

Peggy sighed and leaned into her husband, "You're unbelievable sometimes, Steve."

Michael laughed, "Don't forget, Dad used to inflict bodily harm on bad guys for a living."

Kevin chuckled, "I know."

John chimed in with an excited grin, "They even have a TV show and a radio show about his adventures!"

Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head, "That's all fake anyway."

"That's right," Peggy replied with a smile.

Kevin relaxed and looked at Sarah, "Your family is pretty close, huh?"

Sarah shrugged, "Yeah. I like to think so."

Steve smirked. "But we can get much closer," he said, bringing Peggy close.

"Dad! Why" Sarah yelled, hiding her face behind Kevin.

Peggy laughed, "All right. Are you hungry, Kevin? We got a big meal planned."

Kevin nodded, "Starving."

"Well, let's get cooking," Steve said, leading the way to the kitchen. He glanced back at Kevin, "But it's a pleasure to meet you, Kevin."

As the rest of the family, including Athena, headed for the kitchen, Sarah and Kevin stayed in the foyer. Sarah hugged Kevin and made a nervous look, "You okay? Hope my Dad didn't intimidate you too much."

Kevin chuckled, "I know I said I wouldn't be. But your Dad is larger than life. I'm a little intimidated." He smirked, "Your Mom is nice, though."

Sarah chuckled, "My Dad is a sweetheart. You don't have to worry about him. To be fair, he'll probably give you a hard time for a while, but he will actually probably like you. He won't ever admit it, though. The whole protective father bit. I don't believe him when he says he won't ever like anyone I'm dating."

Kevin nodded, "Yeah. It makes sense."

Sarah shrugged, "My Mom, however, is the one you should feel intimidated by."

Kevin looked confused, "Really? She seemed to really want to meet me. And like me."

Sarah chuckled, "She's very excited to meet you, and I think she does like you." She shrugged, "But it's my Mom who runs SHIELD." Sarah laughed, "She's a good judge in character. If anyone is going to tell you that they didn't like you, it is her. And she will tell you if you're doing something she doesn't like."

Kevin laughed, "Got it. I have to prove myself from this point on."

"Pretty much." She laughed, "She is also the one who could make you disappear with a snap of her fingers."

Kevin laughed, "Are you trying to scare me? So much for telling me to relax."

"Right, sorry." Sarah smirked, "Trust me. My family likes you."

Kevin chuckled, "Sure. I'll earn it every day."

Sarah wrapped her arm around him, "And they'll love you for it."

Michael peeked back into the foyer, "Hey, love birds. You coming?"

Sarah nodded, "We're coming." She glanced at Kevin, "Ready?"

Kevin nodded and smiled, "Let's do it.

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Sorry, it took so long to update. Been busy with work and stuff.

Long chapter. It kind of became a slice of life chapter about a typical week with them.

The main focus was more on a typical week with an emphasis on Angela's secret and preparing to meet Sarah's date for the first time.

I didn't want to go into great detail about Steve and Peggy meeting Kevin for the first time but merely focus on leading up to the event and their first interactions. Probably give snapshots of the first meeting in later chapters.

For Angela. I was hinting at her sexual orientation in previous chapters, touching on it subtly. Now, exposed it and Michael to discover it. It won't be her defining trait by any means and will continue to focus and elaborate on more of intellect in later chapters. Hint: A little scientific fun with Howard Stark.

Part of Michael's emotional response to Angela's journal was based on personal experience.

Joan Kelly is based on Joan Holloway (Christine Hendricks) from "Mad Men."

The last scene partially inspired by The Incredibles 2

Well, I hope you liked this chapter. Chugging along through the 1960s.

It is 1963, so it will be getting dark in a few Chapters, with a very sad historical event coming later that year.

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New One-shot in Day In The Life. "Late Night Snack"