Day in The Life
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This will be a collection of one shots within the main story Captain America & Agent Carter: New Beginning
This collection of one-shots won't be in a particular order but will fall within the timeline of the main story. Each one shot will have a relative date of when it occurs so you know at what part of the timeline it takes place.
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Isn't the Same
February 28, 1947
Steve & Margaret Rogers Residence, Scarsdale, NY
The sun was setting by the time Peggy got home from work at the SSR. The once yellow ball in the distance is now a casting hue of orange and tangerine. The winter clouds, fat-like cotton-candy, blushed at the warm touch of the sun, illuminating the sky in a sea of peach-like color. Though a little warmer than usual, it was another winter Friday evening in New York. Snow from the past few weeks remained glued over the ground, blanketing every exposed surface with icicles still hanging off ledges and gutters of every house in the neighborhood. With the warmth of the sunshine disappearing, out came the cold and the biting winds. Luckily for Peggy, she didn't have to travel far to her house before the sharp winds began to nip at her cheeks.
Peggy, dressed warmly in a navy blue belted wool overcoat, walked up the snow-covered path to the front porch of her house. The layer of snow softly crunched under her heels after each stepped she took. After walking up the wood steps of the front porch, she stomped her feet free of snow on the doormat before unlocking the door and stepping into her home.
Immediately upon opening the door, she felt a rush of warm air shoot past her, prompting her to quickly close the door behind her. Peggy shivered from the cold as she undid her overcoat to reveal her matching navy blue belted pantsuit. She unslung her purse from her shoulder and placed it down on the console table by the door before completely removing her coat. "Steve, darling, I'm home!" she called as she draped her jacket over her arm.
"Hey, welcome home! I'm in the kitchen, got dinner ready!" Steve called in a welcoming tone from deep within the house.
Peggy smiled as she walked into the living room, smelling the pleasant aroma of Steve's home cooking. Coming home to Steve will never get old. As she got to the couches, Peggy suddenly got a whiff of something sweet that reminded her of a distant memory. A memory of when she was back in England.
She draped her coat over the back of the couch and looked in the direction of the kitchen, trying to figure out what was that sweet and familiar smell. Peggy furrowed her brows and made her way to the kitchen, "Steve, is that," she paused, still trying to guess the cause of the delicious smell that was different from the others. But as she entered the kitchen, she spotted her husband placing a plate of freshly baked mini Mince pies on the island, "Mince Pie," Peggy gasped.
Steve, in a nice collared shirt and slacks, turned to his wife and smiled, "you guessed it. Mince pies." He then turned back around and removed another cooking tray of the mini pies from the oven and placed it down on the stove, before closing it and giving his wife his undivided attention.
Peggy grinned as she walked over to her husband, "Smells so good."
"Welcome home," Steve said with a warm smile.
Peggy stopped in front of her husband and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Hm, I'm so glad I'm finally home. Been a long day." She wrapped her arm around her husband and looked at the mince pies on the island, "So, darling, what warranted you to bake mince pies?"
Steve shrugged, "I don't know, I got back from the field office early, so I just wanted to try something new and surprise you. And because I remember you mentioned that you missed having them."
Peggy smiled, "I did." She raised a brow, "But it's not Christmas anymore." Mince pies, a dish of English origin, are traditionally served during the Christmas season and made in a various ways to have meat or fruit.
Steve chuckled, "True, but I wanted to try it. Hopefully it tastes the way you remember it." He smirked, "And if you like it, I can make it again during the holidays."
Peggy smiled, "Well, mind if I take a bite before we have dinner?"
"Go right ahead," Steve said, waving his hand to the island.
Peggy took a fork from a drawer and cut into the pie, then took a big bite. She immediately grinned in joy as the sweet, luscious, and delectable taste of all the flavors, primarily fruits, cinnamon, and nutmeg, filled her taste buds. She smiled at her husband, "Oh my God, darling, this is amazing. I can't believe you made mince pies!"
Steve smiled, "You're seeing the good ones I made. The earlier batch wasn't great." He chuckled, "So, just as good as your remembered it?"
Peggy took another bite, "Better," she said with her mouth full after taking another bite.
"Glad I do somethings right," Steve said jokingly. He chuckled and nodded to the tray on the stove, "Well, I'm glad you like them cause we got plenty of pies."
Peggy chuckled and turned back to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck, "You always do things right, my darling." She then leaned forward and gave her husband a lasting kiss on the lips. After a long moment, she broke the kiss and furrowed her brows, "Hm. It really isn't the same, is it? Kissing."
Steve shrugged, "Well, it's not bad. It still feels really good."
"It could be the way that older couples who've been together a long time feel like when they kiss," Peggy said with a smile.
Steve grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I like the idea of a long life spent kissing you." He leaned back into his wife and captured her lips again. The kiss slowly deepened as the couple melted into each other's grasp.
Before the moment intensified further, Peggy broke the kiss and rested her forehead against Steve's, "I love you."
"I love you," Steve responded in kind.
She looked over to the mince pies on the island then at the food on the table, "Shall we eat? Hate for all your hard work to go to waste." Before Steve could answer, Peggy's stomach grumbled loud enough for the both of them to hear it.
Peggy shook her head in embarrassment. Steve chuckled, "I'm guessing that's a yes." Peggy nodded. He smiled, "Grab the pies and I'll grab us some wine."
Peggy smirked, "Wine? What's the occasion?"
"You're home and its Friday," Steve said, walking away to grab a bottle of wine off the rack on the counter.
Peggy chuckled as she picked up the plate of mince pies, "Didn't know we were having a date tonight, darling."
Steve picked a nice bottle of wine and turned to his wife at the table, "Wasn't planning on it, but why not have one right now? A simple, impromptu one with homecooked dinner and some wine."
Peggy smiled, "I like that." She nodded to the living room, "Mind if I put on some music?"
Steve nodded, "Go for it."
The couple then enjoyed a pleasant Friday evening dinner together, complete with wine and smooth music on the radio. Though, not initially intending to be romantic, the dinner turned out that way. Wine, homecooked food, freshly baked mince pies, and music, neither Steve or Peggy could ignore the romantic feeling in the air. A quick "impromptu" date as Steve put it. After a busy and hectic week for the two of them with both Steve and Peggy leading their respective SSR teams on an everlasting wild goose chase for Leviathan, the couple looked forward to a relaxing weekend together.
After dinner, Steve and Peggy remained at the table, talking sweet nothings with the leftover food still on their serving plates and all but a few of the mince pies have been eaten. Peggy smiled at her husband as she took a sip of her wine, "That was so delicious, Steve. Thank you."
Steve smiled, "Glad you liked it."
"I loved it." Peggy paused for a moment as she fiddled with her wine glass.
She chuckled, prompting Steve to look at her confused, "What?"
Peggy gave him with a loving look, "How did I get so lucky?"
Since they first became a couple, Steve always dazzled her with his ability to create things. From art to making food, he never ceased to amaze. But what made her feel so lucky is his willingness to embrace domesticity and help with everyday household tasks, and importantly, never asked her to quit her career to manage the household. An example she believed more men should emulate.
Steve smiled shrugged, "I don't know. How did I?"
At that instant, he started to flashback to the very moment he was talking to Peggy on the radio when he was diving the Valkyrie into the ice in 1945. His smile faded as the memory of crashing Schmidt's plane filled his mind. He remembered the absolute and terrible feeling that he wasn't coming back, and the idea of having any future with Peggy was only a dream. In the final thought, he saw Peggy's picture in his compass as the plane screamed toward the ice.
After a long pause, Steve shook his head to shake the memory with a frown, "Sorry. I uh." Though it's been two years, Steve sometimes unwillingly recalls those memories and against all efforts to suppress them. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head.
Peggy nodded in understanding, "I know, darling. You never have to say sorry to me." She knew what he was apologizing for and knew Steve always battled that memory, and she sometimes did too. But the best remedy she discovered for that was to remind him that he's here with her. "Stay with me, Steve."
Steve shook his head and made a small smile, settling back into reality. "I am," he softly said with a nod.
Peggy slowly made a mischievous grin as she stood up and stepped over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Come on," she whispered.
As Peggy walked away, accenting the sway of her hips with each step, Steve followed her with his eyes with a blank expression.
Peggy stopped at the threshold of the kitchen and looked over her shoulder, unbuttoning her suit, "Are you coming?" she said flirtatiously.
Steve grinned as he stood up and walked over to her, wrapping her in his arms. Peggy placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him lovingly, "Tell me you love me, Steve."
Steve smiled and suddenly scooped her up in his arms bridal style, earning a giggle from Peggy. "I love you," he tenderly said. Peggy grinned and quickly pulled him down for a passionate lip lock.
As they continued their deep kissing, Steve carefully navigated out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom with Peggy in his arms, only bumping into a few things along the way.
Nine months later, on November 26, 1947, at around three in the morning, Peggy gave birth to twins, Sarah Amanda and Michael James Rogers.
Short one-shot and first "Day in the Life."
Inspired by show Sense8 and a short GIF
More to come as
These one-shots are essentially small glimpses of romantic, family, sad, and intense moments I couldn't fit in the main story as I drove the plot forward, but imagined and thought about them anyway.