Ok, this chapter is pretty short, but I've kind of hit a wall lately. Time to get some inspiration! Thanks for all the reviews and follows!
The Playground
Hunter's words echoed like a bomb in Steve's ears. There was a problem in Peggy's room. Steve bolted from his stool in the kitchen back down to the recovery room, Hunter, Simmons and Skye trying to keep up with his speed. Steve needed no directions on how to find his way this time, he could find his way back to the room with his eyes closed, and luckily he was able to find his way in this moment.
Steve arrived at the door of Peggy's room to find it closed. He looked through the small window of the door to find a fight happening. The two large guards who normally stood outside the door were now inside the room, one was already on the ground out cold. The second was fighting, and rather unsuccessfully, with Peggy who was now very much awake.
The group trailing behind Steve had caught up with him, shocked at the scene that was playing out before them. "Open the door, now!" Steve non-directly shouted at anyone who would listen. Simmons frantically began to override the system which had locked itself down. Steve had no time to wait. He needed to get into the room and diffuse the situation. Steve began to pull at the door with his hands, not wanting to wait for the computer system to reboot. After a few seconds, the door gave way to Steve's super strength and slid open. He rushed into the room.
"Peggy, stop!" Steve shouted with his hand up.
Peggy's brown eyes were wide with shock when she finally saw who the voice came from. She dropped the chair she was holding above the guard, whom she subdued to the floor. The guard scurried away from Peggy as she stood there with her mouth slightly open. She was panting hard from the fight she had obviously won, not noticing the group of people that had formed in the back of the room. All she saw was Steve in front of her.
"Let's give them the room." Simmons suggested, as Hunter and Daisy helped to move the guards out. She cut the feed to the cameras in the room as well, knowing that Steve and Peggy deserved a few private moments. It was now just the two of them in the room.
"Is this a dream?" Peggy finally asked, her accent still as crisp as Steve remembered.
"I hope not." Steve responded somewhat breathlessly.
They both had unknowingly taken steps towards each other, until they were close enough for Peggy to reach up to Steve's face. It was more weathered than she remembered, and hidden beneath a beard. Steve closed his eyes and leaned his face into her touch, realizing that she had never seen him with a beard. Hell, almost everyone he knew had never seen him with a beard.
"This has to be a dream. There is no possible way that you could be standing here." Peggy said, struggling to hide the emotion in her voice. "We buried you."
"I buried you too." Steve replied, looking down into Peggy's eyes. She looked the same as he remembered her. Her hair was longer, but he liked it.
Peggy's hands fell to Steve's shoulders as she looked at him with confusion at his previous statement. Steve didn't respond, but instead fell to his knees, grasping at Peggy to pull her as close to him as he could. He buried his face in the stomach of her shirt, taking in every ounce of her that he could get. His shoulders rolled with sobs, as Peggy hugged him into her even closer.
"Oh my darling." Peggy whispered to Steve as her tears finally began to fall as well. She laid her head down on the top of Steve's as they both cried. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, neither wanting to let go. Eventually breaking apart, Peggy sat on the bed, with Steve still on the floor, looking up at her. She held his face in her hands, studying every inch of him.
"Where have you been?" She asked.
"Waiting for you."