Hello, viewers. This is another RP AU story by myself and my dear best friend/author, Ackbarfan5556. This is going to be a whopper of movies x-over. Top pairing is Steve x Peggy. Ackbar is a hardcore fan of history while I am not, and he's helping me with the history stuff. But it won't just be history, I promise you. There's romance, family, friendship, drama, and more. So, please read, and review if you could, thank you! -Traveler.
(Prologue)
It was a misty, humid day in the year of 1943, in the month of July, and above the land of Ukraine bordered by Russia, there's a battalion of planes on patrol.
Several Soviet planes were in formation, escorting a reconnaissance plane that was taking photos of German positions near Kharkov. Much of the attention was further north near Kursk as the Germans were preparing their summer offensive against the Soviet salient in a desperate bid to turn back the momentum of the Eastern front after the winter disasters of Stalingrad and the Don River.
The Soviets knew Kursk would be the target and had been digging in for months to prepare for the offensive to crush the salient. STAVKA, the Soviet high command, was preparing plans for a counterattack once the German offensive could be broken, and the Ukrainian city of Kharkov would be the major prize of the forces in the southern part of the salient.
The four fighters kept close to their escort. Failure could result in brutal punishment by their commanders or the party commissars back at base.
The first plane flier replied, "Keep your eyes open. The mist's getting heavy.", and the other fliers responded, "Aye, sir!".
The reconnaissance flier responded, "Another five minutes with the photos, and then we're done. Boys are getting nervous about the mist.".
"You worry too much, the Luftwaffe's mostly absent from this area, they're further north.", one of the wingmen chuckled.
"Watch what you say there, four, or you'll be the first to be bounced by a 109.", the flights leader said as the reconnaissance plane waved their wings. "Okay, this is as best as we're getting with the photos, the squadron will probably have to send another flight later for clearer pictures.".
The four fighters were about to turn around, staying close to the reconnaissance plane when suddenly, a hand, but not just a hand, but a giant freaking hand, was slapping one of the fighters in the rear.
The flight leader heard shouts in his headset, "Plane hit! Plane hit!", and he turned around for a better look, "One of you, stay close to our escort! Others, come with me!", keeping his eyes open as he saw the first plane shaking in smoke yet struggling to keep up in the air.
"I can't get a response!", the damaged plane called out as flight leader and his escort swung back around to the direction of their attacker.
"Three, try to get it back home. Four, you cover our comrades. Two, stay close, we're going for it!", the flight leader barked his orders as the remaining planes tried to regain the situation.
The planes tried to keep their eyes open, but like the flight leader said earlier, the mist is getting heavy, and it's getting more harder to see anything, and suddenly, giant hands appeared, slapping and hitting the two planes.
"What the fuck?! Did anyone see that?!", the flight leader shouted, and 2 shouted, "Yeah! If I wasn't somber, I would have sworn that I was drinking because I saw giant hands!".
Then the giant hands came back, and the wingmen shouted in surprise as they tried to dodge and fly around, and then the mist became even more clearer as the hands parted the mist away, and 2 widened his eyes, "Sarge, are you seeing what I am seeing?!".
"If you think you're seeing a giant blonde woman in a white tank top and army suspenders and looking very angry with us... you're not imagining it.", the flight leader said as the two of them moved to dodge another swipe the giantess was sending their way. The second plane with its damage was unable to maneuver as well and was smashed out of the sky; killing the pilot instantly.
4 shouted, "Three is down. I repeat, Three is down!", and 2 widened his eyes, "Sarge, we gotta go before she kills us!".
The flight leader growled in frustration, realizing that if the giantess kept swiping at them, they couldn't manage to shoot at her with their plane guns successfully, "Retreat, retreat! 4, tell recon to take pictures! Base needs to know this!".
"You don't need to order him! We're taking them ourselves!", the recon pilot shouted out. "Our damn bombardier practically ripped the camera from its fixed position so we could get the shots!"
"Just take them, comrade, and then get out of here!", the flight leader ordered before he dodged another swipe. "Sarge, behind you!", the pilot of Number 2 shouted out before the flight leader realized the other hand was right on top of him and crushed his plane in her hand.
2 shouted, "Sarge!", with horror, and screamed, "RETREAT!", and 4 shouted, "Aye! Recon, keep taping and fly away!".
The recon pilot grunted, turning around, increasing the speed by pushing the plane lever, hearing his other comrade shout in surprise as he latched to a seat, holding tight to a net while taping, unknowing that he narrowly escaped the reach limit of the giantess as she then karate-chopped Number 2 while crushing Number 4 in her other hand, leaving her, standing alone with remains in her hands, looking furious and powerful as she stared after the recon plane as it successfully got away, heading for base.
Despite her single-minded rage, she was still somewhat cognitive to remember her orders and allowed the plane to get away rather than peruse. It mattered little if the pilots returned to tell what they saw... in the next few days, the Red Army and soon, the world would learn of her.
-2 months later-
It's now the first week of September, on a warm day, somewhere in Virginia, an American Colonel was making his way to the office of a Dr. Abraham Erskine in one of the army bases.
A knock, and a voice replied, "Come in.", and the Colonel came in, and Dr. Abraham Erskine looked up from his papers on his desk, "Ah, Colonel Phillips. Afternoon, what can I do for you?".
Colonel Phillips closed the door, and scowled, "I know you saw the grenade trick. Why Rogers? Someone else would be freaking better than him for tomorrow to take the fusion of the Quantonium and the Super Soldier serum!".
"I have my reasons, Colonel, and Washington and London trusts my decision. Rogers, despite your opinions of him, is the best fit for this.", Erskine said.
"I hope you're right...", Phillips sighed. "It's already bad enough the Nazis got the leg up on us with this whole thing... the whispers that reached us about Kursk. I suppose it's at least a good turn of events the Soviets had enough firepower to cause that woman to flee, certainly stopped the Germans in their tracks. That and our liberation of Sicily drawing away some divisions away.".
Erskine nodded with a sigh, "Yes, I have heard the rumors...Too bad that the camera reel couldn't be copied to be seen here...The descriptions of her are quite unique, but common as there are several blonde women born in Germany and Russia...Yet I have a feeling that I should know her...".
Phillips frowned, "Let me guess, related to Schimdt?", and Erskine rubbed the ridge of his nose as he removed his glasses, "I fear so, yes. But destroying our allies, she is quite dangerous if the rumors are correct, and Rogers will be our advantage in discovering her weaknesses if she has any. I know you, Colonel, you would be happy if the war is won on our side.".
"Depends on which one of our side wins it.", Phillips admitted. "The whispers are already starting to talk about our alliance of convivence with Stalin. Most of the entire German army is still tied up in the east which is good for our boys and the Brits. But Stalin's just as a bad as Hitler and now with Kursk and what happened during the winter, the Russians are on the move. And Europe might trade one tyrant for another if we don't get our asses into gear.".
"Well, if this works, Rogers will be leading our boys in the south... I doubt the Pentagon will wait for the 'northern' invasion for him.", Erskine was very careful not to say Italy or France since everyone was under strict secrecy relating the invasions. Italy was already being invaded by the British 8th Army in the southern tip of mainland Italy at Calabria with another one further north planned for the US 5th Army. Meanwhile, the cross-channel invasion of France from England was still being planned for early summer of 44.
Phillips nodded, "That, I can agree with you, doc. We're still good for tomorrow at 0900 sharp, then?". Erskine smiled reassuringly, "Yes, and Mr. Stark is more than excited, if a bit nervous as well.".
Phillips sighed, "I pray this all works for your sake as you started this in the first place.", and Erskine nodded, "I am more than 100% confident that you will approve of what you see tomorrow. It will work, and I am a man of my word.".
"I wish I had your confidence.", Phillips gave a small snort as he soon left Erskine alone to himself once more.
"I certainly hope it'll work...", Erskine whispered to himself. "Or I fear the world will still soon find itself under the jackboot of the swastika.".
All too soon, perhaps in Steve's perspective, but he's now heading for the greatest day of his life today, where his life will be changed, riding along with Ms. Peggy Carter who has seen him on his highs and lows of his training regime back in Virginia.
Peggy smiled softly, "You alright, soldier?", and Steve nods, "Yeah. Been a while since I left New York...Hardly seems like it hadn't changed much...Even the alleys are the same...", seeing that the car is going through New York City to Pelham Bay Park.
Central Park is too obvious as it's more popular for citizens, compared to Pelham Bay Park, and if it works, there would be less notice. After all, changing into a giant super soldier is quite a feat.
"It hasn't been that long.", Peggy teased him as he chuckled. "True; I mean, compare the city fifty years ago, all those towers weren't there.", Steve said.
"And still untouched from war. There are some parts of London you can't even recognize anymore, thanks to the Blitz. I envy this country sometimes... able to stay safe from all of it.", Peggy sighed.
"For now, if the war takes a bad turn for us, there's still a chance that Tigers could be rolling up Times Square.", Steve nodded with a frown.
Peggy nodded, "Indeed, but you will change that, Steve. Even after everything, you are heck as stubborn.", and Steve smiled, "That's why I hate bullies. Even after getting beaten up in that alley, or there, in that alley, I always find a way to get back up. If this works, I can actually do something that I am worthy of...".
Chuckling, "Soldier, you sure got a lot of heart. And I don't know why the ladies wouldn't be with you. You're selfless, Steve.", Peggy replied with a warm smile. Steve exhaled, "I am not a ladies' man like Bucky, my best friend, but I suppose the reason is that I am looking for the right one...And I never danced...yet...".
"Well, I think we might just have a bit of time if we don't hit traffic to squeeze that in. Or would you rather that we save the dance for later after it's all said and done?", Peggy asked as they took a turn on their way to the Bronx.
Steve blinked in surprise, "You would teach me? But I am not graceful like you...And if the test works, it would be far more awkward and well, weird for a giant like me dancing with a tiny, beautiful woman, not that you're tiny or anything bad! I mean...", blushing in embarrassment as he's fumbling.
Peggy giggled for the first time, seeing Steve act like that, and smiled reassuringly with a bit of blush as it has been a long time since she heard a sincere, true compliment about her, "Don't worry, you won't step on my feet, Steve. I am sure you'll do fine. And true, I can see what you mean.".
"Sorry, it's just... at best, you could dance with my finger.", Steve gave a light, nervous chuckle as Peggy smiled, "Well, I guess we'll have to do it that way then.".
Steve gave a warm, soft smile, "Well then, I pray we don't hit traffic.", and Peggy beamed at him as their car took a turn.
As if some higher force heard them, they didn't hit much traffic, and within 15 minutes before the scheduled time of 0900, they made it to Pelham Bay Park. With subtle moves, Peggy tricked the escort to the underground lab and all with the bathroom excuse, and with a minute of Steve pretending that he changed his mind on using the bathroom, he made it down the hallway to the restrooms.
Suddenly, Peggy snatched him from a side door that led to a storage room, grinning coyly, "Looks like you didn't hear the rumor that ladies like to take their time in the bathroom, putting on makeup and such.".
"Was that just an excuse?", Steve chuckled as Peggy shook her head, "Sometimes... at least in this case... it'll give us our chance, that is, if you want this dance, Steve.".
Steve smiled and blushed, "I'd love to, but I don't know where to start. And we have no music.", and Peggy chuckled, "We do have music.", turning on the tableside radio that's on one of the storage shelves, clicking on a few channels before finding a song.
"And for starters, let me help you.", Peggy smiled reassuringly as she guided Steve to lay one of his hands on her waist, hearing him gulp, and she held his other hand in hers as she laid her other hand on his shoulder, looking at him warmly.
Peggy then nodded, "Just follow the music, and don't look down. Keep a count in mind. 1, 2, 3, 4, follow my lead.", and Steve exhaled nervously as he tried to relax, and followed her instructions.
He simply nodded and got ready as she slowly started to move, taking control of the movement as he tried to follow along at the tempo of the music.
"That's it... you're doing great so far.", Peggy whispered in his ear as he leaned his head towards her shoulder in what was usually a reversal of most dances Peggy knew. Usually, the woman would be doing that with a taller man.
Peggy was glad that she's wearing flats, otherwise this would have been a bit of an issue if she was wearing high heels instead...She knew that Steve is a man of heart, but not self-esteem. True, he is confident and determined when it comes to certain things including drawing and standing up for anybody weaker than him.
Steve slowly became more confident, and held her a bit more closely, but still distant to be respectful...Steve spoke softly, "You're a natural at this...", and Peggy smiled, "Let's say that my old boarding school taught me well. Of course, it isn't every day that I get to be myself when I need to be put up a mask on other days and be underestimated by idiots.".
Steve chuckled, "You know, the first day I saw you, I actually wanted to know you after I watched you stand up for yourself with Hodge. Somehow, I see fire, a bright spark, and so many men try to put it out, but I don't want to...", having an artist's perspective for a moment.
"You don't know how much I appreciate hearing that, Steve...", Peggy said as the two of them kept up their dance. "It truly is a struggle to be a woman in a man's world.".
"Well, in my world, you wouldn't ever need to feel that struggle, Peggy.", Steve said as their faces got closer to one another.
Peggy looked at him in slight surprise upon hearing that, yet his eyes didn't stray from her, looking so expressive, sincere, and bright, and she realized that he's telling the truth, and a true, sincere smile came to her as she leaned in, and their lips met in a hesitant, nervous, slow motion before it became loving and gentle as Steve and Peggy closed their eyes, feeling like the only two people, barely hearing the music.
Almost all the troubles of the world melted away between the two of them as their hands moved from holding each other's in a dance, to wrapped around them in a loving embrace.
After a minute that suddenly feels too short, Peggy and Steve let go for fresh air, yet still embracing each other, and Steve blushed, "Could you believe that it was my first kiss on the lips?".
Peggy giggled softly, "That was a good start for a first-timer, Steve.", before noticing that the song changed, and checked her watch, "Oh, we better not be late.", leaving his embrace.
Steve looks resigned for a moment before nodding, "Yeah.", turning off the tableside radio, adjusting his suit, and Peggy adjusted her shirt, smiling at Steve, "And oh, you don't have to ask permission to call me Peggy.".