Peggy came with an incredible orgasm, almost gasping in ecstasy and pleasure, and upon seeing Steve give out a heavy load into the plane tarp, Peggy bit her lip in amazement, quickly grabbing another plane tarp to clean her hand and her womanhood while imagining that she would be filled so easily of his seed...His seed, his sperm...Would she get pregnant easily with his child?...Gods, a son with his beautiful blue eyes, a daughter with her rich brown hair...Or perhaps the reverse...
Strange that she wouldn't never imagine anything of the sort before, but now with Steve as her secret boyfriend? Paramour? Suitor? She now has a mind that is both very perceptive yet imaginative, like seeing the bigger picture better.
As Peggy continued to fantasize and think of what the future could be for the two of them, Steve took a deep breath as he calmed down and could see what he did worked. "Thank goodness...", Steve whispered to himself as he started to clean himself up. "Okay, Peggy, it worked..."
"That's good to hear. It probably was all the changes that your body went through with the serum, considering you certainly radically changed beforehand.", Peggy said.
Steve chuckled, "That actually makes a whole lot of sense.", soon finishing with cleaning himself up, and spoke, "Okay, I'm done. You can turn around.", as he rolled the tarp in a ball, and threw it away in the trashcan, and sat down in his former position, with a leg raised up in a knee position like he's half relaxing, half sitting.
Peggy pushed her rolled up tarp with her foot back under the planes, and turned around, smiling with her knees up, her chin resting on her arms which is on her knees, "Now where were we? Oh, yeah, okay, I actually backed up to a tree when I was first practicing for driving, and Mum was mad at me as it was actually her favorite fruit tree, and the peaches were falling everywhere!", resuming the conversation like nothing has happened, figuring that Steve would appreciate the change of topic.
Steve laughed, partially on how they were able to go back to normal with their talking, but also with her story. It was almost amazing how things could go back to being so casual, but considering they were like this for the long haul, he really had to appreciate it.
"Sounds like me when I first tried to drive. It was this Chevy Master, 1933 model... and I was too small I could barely see over the steering wheel if I wanted to reach the pedals!", Steve chuckled.
Peggy giggled lightly, "Did your mum or Bucky see it happen?", and Steve grinned, "Bucky was actually in the passenger seat, and he actually screamed like a girl when I accidently drove into this stall of fish. Let's say that Bucky was glaring at me the entire week afterwards.".
Peggy laughed heartily, "Oh, my god, that must have been something to see!", and Steve chuckled, "The neighborhood was gossiping the entire day, and Mom gave me the lecture, but not before grounding me and Bucky to the building, with conditions of helping the owner of the stall for the entire week.".
"Oh, dear! Sounds like you beat me there. Mum grounded me to the house, and I had to bake with her almost every day with every surviving peach from the tree.", Peggy smirked, and Steve nodded, "That's way better, and less stinky.", with a smirk, and they shared another round of laughter.
The conversation went on for the rest of the 2nd hour when at the end of the hour, the announcement speaker turned on, "Agent Carter, Steven. We're coming down with your clothes in wheelbarrows. We will put them out behind the tarp curtains and leave them for you to get dressed. The blue wheelbarrows are yours, Steven, while the green wheelbarrows are Miss Carter's.".
"How much you want to bet they made a skirt for me?", Peggy gave him a look as Steve shook his head. "If they know what's good for them, they didn't.", he smirked as she chuckled.
"Good, I know exactly why they would want the skirt...", Peggy scowled with a snort. "And we'll easily respond that they go back and make an outfit without a skirt or we're not leaving this hanger. That'll get them to quickly change their mind.", Steve nodded firmly with a grin.
Peggy grinned, "Especially when people need to train flying the planes and everything.", feeling happy and warm that Steve is standing up for her.
Steve chuckled, "Exactly.", before hearing the doors open behind the tarp curtains, seeing shadows of people and wheelbarrows, coming in and out for some minutes, and then Dr. Erskine's voice called out, "Is that all of it? Good! Let's go, and leave them!", and then the doors closed.
Steve smiled, "My turn.", getting up and walking, still slightly surprised at how much less he could need to walk across the hanger, knowing that he would have been exhausted if he was his normal, old self, walking from end to end of this hanger, and moved to brush the tarp curtains back, revealing the wheelbarrows, and like Dr. Erskine said, there's blue ones for him, and green ones for Peggy.
Seeing that to fit the wheelbarrows, every article of clothing had to be folded, and he had a suspicion that they are heavy to the normal people as he removed the first article from his section of wheelbarrows, unfolding them to be boxer shorts, and grinned as he put them on, surprised to feel that it's not cotton or wool, but something more versatile yet comfortable as it fit his waist and hips perfectly.
"Well, these aren't normal...", Steve admitted as Peggy shook her head. "Steve, they're made for a 50-foot giant, not your typical GI. Speaking of which, can you pass me mine?", she asked.
"Sure.", Steve moved the wheelbarrows that had her clothes in it. Peggy smiled, "Thanks.", looking over her section of wheelbarrows, and unfolded them, humming lightly as she put on her panties and bra, and grinned, "I hope the women chased Stark off when they made those.".
Steve laughed, "From the rumors I heard about him, sounds about right.", smiling as he put on his trousers and his shirt, and Peggy giggled as she then put on her trousers, relieved that it wasn't a skirt, and put on her shirt as well.
Peggy then blinked, "Huh, I guess shoes are too hard to figure at the moment.", as she put on socks, and Steve nodded as he put on his socks as well, "Leather ain't easy to do compared to cotton or rubber soles for the bottom.".
"At least it's something to at least keep them clean... might not have anything to wear when on the battlefield if the rumors about the German's giantess were true...", Steve said.
"You mean about her being barefooted? Maybe she gets a thrill out of that...", Peggy sighed. "I'm sure we'll find out, one way or another... unless the Russians finish her off first.", Steve replied.
Her true rampage started at Kursk days after those Soviet pilots first encountered her. Pushing from the south in direct support of II SS Panzer Corps as they tore through the Soviet defenses; the breakthrough was nearly achieved until the Red Army rushed in many of their reserves to stem them. It also proved that even she had her limits as enough firepower from heavy artillery and aircraft could drive her back. But the casualties were still immense for the Soviets even when they reversed the German gains and drove back both pincers.
Peggy nodded, "True.", smiling wryly, "She will be surprised when she finds out, that's for sure.", and Steve chuckled, "Yep.", feeling far more comfortable now. Oh, he is comfortable with her nudity, indeed, but it still terrifies him for he didn't want to make any sudden moves when she was vulnerable.
And now, with Peggy looking quite better with clothes on, happier, non-vulnerable like she wanted to be, Steve reached to squeeze her hand, "We're probably waiting for a boat ride or something to Fort Tilden, but right now, can I kiss you, Peggy Carter?", with a warm, loving smile.
"I'd be more than happy to take you up on that, Steve Rogers.", Peggy smiled back before he leaned forward for another kiss with her.
Steve caressed her cheek and hair as he kissed her, feeling a tiny bit smug at the fact that he's finally taller than Peggy, yet happy that Peggy fit perfectly against him as Peggy caressed his shoulder and hair, feeling surprisingly content and safe this way, like he's treating her not like a fragile flower or a ticking bomb, but like a, dare she say, a queen.
The two of them kissed for a few more moments before finally breaking once more as Peggy gave a gentle smile, "You're getting better at that, Steve.", looking up at him slightly. "Well, I've been practicing.", Steve replied with a gentle smile of his own.
Peggy giggled, "Indeed.", smiling as she brushed Steve's hair softly, "There, you look dapper as ever.", and Steve chuckled, "Why, thank you, Captain.", brushing Peggy's curls over her shoulder, "I guess you're right about what you said earlier. You are beautiful no matter what size you are.".
Peggy blushed lightly, her heart swelling at the compliment, and then heard the distant thrum of a boat engine in the distance, with the nearby sound of the outside hanger doors opening, and walked slightly out of Steve's embrace, smiling, "Well, sounds like it's our ride.".
"Sail us all around Long Island then since there's no way we're marching through the city.", Steve chuckled. "Wonder what they've got for us.", with a shrug. "I don't care if it's a simple tug or the Queen Elizabeth, I'll take whatever that can carry us.", Peggy said.
Steve laughed softly, "I think the Queen Elizabeth ship is too eye-catching. A simple tug would be way better.", and Peggy snorted, "Touche. And besides, less attention is good.".
"Certainly since we're still supposed to be a secret for now... certainly won't last long though.", Steve said. "Getting camera shy already?", Peggy teased.
Steve chuckled, "I can't stop people from taking films of us, but we could destroy cameras if we wanted to, but I doubt they would cross the line that much.".
"They'll need it for home consumption... show that the war is going our way. I certainly know that back home would love to see Jerry driven back to Germany.", Peggy smiled.
"Well, if things go well, then that'll be the case. It'll all be over sooner than later with us at the front hopefully.", Steve grinned.
Peggy nodded, "Indeed.", and soon, they saw their chosen ride, which is a simple tug, with Colonel Phillips directing them on with careful steps and such, and they went off to Fort Tilden via Long Island the long way around and made it a few hours before sunset.
Steve and Peggy were tucked in like babies, covered by tarps, pretending to be storage, and without much hassle, they made it to the fort, carefully crawling through the front gate, and with an ingenious elevator platform once they got in, lowered them down, deep underground into a ginormous place that's like three times bigger than Yankee Stadium.
It was clearly outfitted for a 100ft tall person, and yet for two 50 ft tall people, it's roomier in a technical way. "Been planning ahead for this, huh?", Steve whistled as they looked around.
"Since at least 1940.", Erskine cleaned his glasses. "Was hard to convince Roosevelt about this project until I pointed out how Hitler was doing the same.".
Peggy smirked, "Smart of you, doc.", looking around, "Wow, clearly some training equipment in way of cars and such. And is that a pool?".
Erskine smiled, "Freshwater and heated which you can drink from. Those radar dishes are bowls in a way where you can scoop the water. And as for the food, it comes down by platform for the three meals of the day. Mainly bone-less fish, cheese, and eggs, and it's all cured and cooked. And Steven, before you wonder, the people are getting paid for this.", with a nod.
Steve exhaled in relief, "Thank goodness. I just don't want to make people poor when they aren't paid...", and Erskine smiled reassuringly, "Naturally. And in the far end is a cot and a latrine. Wooden beds or novelty bathrooms are a tad too much. I apologize about you needing to share and such, Miss Carter, but the battleground would be similar to this.".
"It's alright, doctor. I understand, we weren't really preparing for this sort of thing anyway.", Peggy said. "True; but so far, it appears that everything went almost right with the process; just excluding the height and all.", Erskine sighed.
"Which puts us down at the bottom of the inning, considering that Nazi bitch is about 105...", Phillips growled. "I remind you before, Colonel, that was due in a small part due to the Quantonium supply that the Nazis retrieved from the Black Forest... I know, I was there.", Erskine replied with a nod.
Phillips nodded, "Yeah, I know. It was a miracle that you got the remains of the Quantonium, and of course, escaped to freedom.". Steve replied, "Must have been a sight.".
Erskine nodded, "It indeed was.", before smiling, "Well, looks like you're all good here, then. Work out a schedule between yourselves, and we will send down dinner at 5. Breakfast is at 7, and lunch is at half past 11. And oh, if I understand correctly, your eidetic memory will help you keep notes of your limits in strength and such.".
Peggy replied, "Of course. Thank you, Dr. Erskine. And Colonel, we will be ready to set out once we're plenty used to the basics.". Phillips nodded, "Excellent. Your deadline will be this Saturday, a week from now.".
Steve and Peggy nodded, "Yes, sir!", with confident smiles, and the two regular-sized people nodded proudly and respectfully before leaving the couple to their devices.
"Well, I have to admit, my homes haven't been too much better than this place.", Steve said as he glanced around. "Hell, some apartments were much more cramped than this place.".
Peggy nodded, "New York is cramped compared to London, but hey, it's home sweet home for you, huh?", before giggling, "First time I heard you swear.".
Steve smiled proudly, "I am a New Yorker through and through.", and blushed, "I'm not usually inclined to swear, as Mom would have washed my mouth out with soap if she knew I was swearing. She did it often to Bucky.", with a smirk.
Peggy grinned, "The more I hear about her, the more I respect her...I wish I would've met her...through she might be mad at me if she knew about earlier...", with a sigh...
"Earlier?", Steve looked at her. "What, you mean the fact that you were naked before me as we didn't have a honeymoon or something?".
"No, not like that, Steve, though I'm sure she would understand about that part, considering what has happened with the two of us.", Peggy glanced away and knew she now had to tell him the truth about before.
Steve squeezed her hand, "You can tell me anything, Peggy. I would understand.", with a reassuring smile, repeating her words from earlier, and Peggy chuckled, remembering that before sighing heavily, and looked up to look straight at Steve.
"Earlier, when you told me to turn around, and not look when you were occupied, I didn't look at first, but when I heard you calling for me absentmindedly, I looked up, and I saw you in the reflections of the planes...I watched you... it made me want to touch myself all as I wished to be in the place of the tarp you were using...", Peggy whispered firmly yet almost quietly.
Steve went really red-faced hearing all that, "Oh...". His whole brain was still trying to catch up with the wave of shocking information he had just been told.
"I'm sorry, Steve... I just... my emotions got the better of me there, my whole body was practically...", Peggy bit her lip as she stopped, certainly not wanting to say 'aching'. It was already embarrassing enough.
Steve exhaled, speechless, his brain trying to find the right words, and Peggy looked away, "I've already made a mess with the whole machine thing, and I've made it worse...I'm so sorry...You probably hate me...I'm a bimbo, a shrew...", tears swelling in her eyes as she started to walk away, not wanting to make herself an embarrassment more than she is, going for the latrine.
"Peggy.", Steve grabbed her hand, not letting her get away from him. "Don't...", Peggy looked at him before he gave a small smile. "You're not a bimbo or a shrew or whatever horrible words you want to describe yourself. You're a woman that is as human as any other. Our bodies now... they, they've acted on instinct today for the most part, but that doesn't make you or me bad in any way.".
Peggy looked at him in surprise and saw the love and sincerity in his eyes, and sighed heavily, "I know...But what if it happens again, especially on the battleground? I...I care so deeply for you, Steve...", still not ready to say those fateful three words yet.
Steve touched her cheek with his other hand, gently moving her to face him, "I don't care if people judge us. They won't physically force us apart, literally. We're 50 ft tall. If anyone dares hurt you, I'll hurt them, with words or my hand. We're together for the long haul, Peggy.", giving her a warm, gentle peck on the lips.