"Peg!" Steve called from the living room, "Come here right now." His tone was urgent, like there was a disaster; the same tone as when Libby drank most of a medium sized bottle of bubbles.

She dropped the laundry basket and ran in, "What is it?!"

He was sitting on the ground with Libby, his hands held out just in case but not touching her in the slightest. Libby's bright eyes were scared as she started to wobble. Quickly she took a step toward Steve, a momentous occasion that they had been working towards for a while. "She did it! She's been working towards it for a while though.

In a heartbeat Peggy was back down on the ground with them, her chin resting against Steve's shoulder, watching her little family. "They make it so hard to leave for work." She lamented and stood up to continue what she was doing.

"We'll come visit you. We have Jamie's doctor's appointment anyway." Steve helped Libby sit down and handed her a toy to keep her preoccupied. He stood up to help see Peggy off, stopping by the bouncer holding content little Jaime. He was smaller than Libby was in every sense of the word. When they were next to each other she seemed to overtake him, and he would just shrink down. He was a shy, timid, thoughtful boy that always seemed to be thinking about something. Libby however wouldn't be satisfied unless someone was doing something with her at all times. They were holding their breath for when she learns to walk, god forbid when she learned to talk.

"I can go with you to the Doctors if you need me," She checked her watch, "I can always reschedule the thing today."

"You have too many things in your life. Just pick work for today." Steve kissed her cheek, "Tell Nat I said hi."

She patted his cheek, "Alright Darling." She her bag across her shoulders, "Hold the fort."

He stood at attention and saluted, "Yes Ma'am."

Peggy walked into the office, "Good morning Kamala." She placed a brightly colored smoothe on the desk of her secretary. It was pointed out that it should have been her job to get the coffee, but Peggy always refused. Her secretary's came and went so quickly that it really did no good to get another person in on the loop of how she liked her morning drinks.

The girl was slumped over the chair, reading the screen of the computer in front of her. She always looked dog tired, but it never interfered with her work. One of these days she would have to get to know the girl more. "Oh good morning!" She fixed her posture and searched in the drawer for a stack of mail, "Fan letters for the day."

Peggy took the stack, "For the morning you mean."

"I guess you don't have to read all of them." She pointed out.

"It's the principle of the thing." Peggy walked into her office, "Tell whoever comes by to come in." She said with a passing sigh.

"Roger Roger." Kamala waited for the boss to walk by before she went back to reading some story posted online.

Her day of work was laid out before her. There was so much paperwork, and phone calls. She missed the days of going in the field. To be honest she couldn't remember the last time she actually threw a punch. It was too long for her. There was a ping sound coming from her computer, or was it her phone. "Damnit.' She looked across her desk trying to figure out where it was coming from.

"Your Phone!" Kamala shouted from outside the office, "Green button."

Peggy rolled her eyes and tapped the screen of her phone that read Nat. "Good morning Natasha."

"Have a hard time opening your phone again?"

"Well Tony just made me get this different phone. Apparently the other one was rubbish, even though he gave it to me a few months ago."

"What an ass."

"As usual." Peggy leaned back in her chair, "Anyway, how can I help you this morning?"

"We have some news coming up around town. I was going to make my way over to discuss them with you. Just wanted to make sure you actually made it to work today. The doctor's appointment is today right?"

"Don't remind me." Peggy sighed, "Being director is unbelievably easier than anything at home."

A few hours later, Natasha was standing in Peggy's office looking at some files. Natasha was considerate and always printed everything for her. Of course there was always the digital back of up everything, but it was a hard jump to make. Technology was useful, but also a pain in the neck. At the moment she was looking at the files of some new vigilantes making their rounds around town. With more and more inhumans making their way on the scene it was only logical to keep a tab on them, make sure no one was getting too hurt.

"Peggy sipped her tea closing a file and moving onto the next, "This one.." her eyebrows dropped as she read the details. "What does he call himself?"

Natasha managed to laugh, "Spiderman."

"He's a boy." She looked at blurry picture of the boy walking on the sidewalk.

"A boy who manages to take down some pretty serious criminals in his area. He's not quite ready for the Avengers but he's up there."

"I'm not sure if I can agree with letting children on a team to fight crime. They have bigger things to worry about than being sucked into all this mess." She gestured to her desk.

"Listen-" Natasha held her hand up, "I'm the first one to agree to that, but this kid is already out there. If they get hurt and we let them keep going we're also going to look bad."

Peggy pursed her lips, "I rather enjoyed the secret part of Secret agent. Public appearence is too complicated."

"You're not going to retire are you?"

"No, I don't know what I would do with myself if I wasn't constantly working. You know that. I think what I miss is the action, getting my hands dirty, but I'm not really in the place to go out and put my life on the line." Peggy closed and stacked up the rest of the folders. New Masked crusaders were coming up every week: If she wasn't careful, a lot of people could start getting hurt. "I have to make it safer for the people out there who don't know what they're getting into."

"Let me know if you have any good ideas." Natasha grabbed her tablet and walked to the door, "Now that we're done with the official, Buck's making dinner tonight and wants casa de Roger to come."

Peggy smiled, "I'll never say no to Italian food."