Chapter 6: Mirabilis 2016

May 10, 2016
Auburndale Art School
10:05 AM

Standing before the bulletin board for the Art Department, Steve stared hard at the posted announcement. The school year was heading toward its end, and summer classes were being opened for some students to earn more credit points in their degrees. There were a few classes that Steve wanted to take up. But given that the expense for such classes is out of the question, Steve could only burn a hole on the list.

"What are you looking at?" a familiar voice suddenly asked, snapping the blonde out of his stupor.

Steve turned away from the board and looked at the inquiring woman, "Oh, hey, Ang," he then looked back at the board, "Just looking at options,"

"Options for expenses?" Angie teasingly asks, sniggering before looking back at the blonde. But then, Steve had a despondent look.

"I know," he then shook his head before fully turning away from the bulletin board and beginning to walk away, "My pay at Brooklyn Daily is just enough to pay for my part of the rent, pay up a portion of my academic loans, my food, and transport. So, why should I look for more expenses that I can't afford?" Steve chuckles, belittling himself.

"Oh, Steve, I didn't mean it that way," Angie guiltily replies as she keeps up with the man, "I totally get you, about wanting to take up more classes to get more credit grades. I want that too, but…" she shrugs her shoulders, "Waitressing is not enough to get me those extra classes either,"

The corner of Steve's lips lifted, ducking his head, as he could only feel sad for the both of them.

"Although," Angie pauses, waiting for the blonde to look up at her, "I heard we can apply for apprenticeship in our programs and then still earn those extra credit grades when we graduate."

Steve looked at Angie as if she had just solved the world's most difficult riddle. His eyes beamed in hope, "Wait, so even if our programs are not expected for an internship, we can request an apprenticeship credential?"

"Yeah," Angie nonchalantly waved her shoulders, but then her smile was widely present, "I'm looking into some film industries that accept apprenticeship for my background in film and directing. Although, if you'd ask me, I'd rather be in front of the camera rather than behind it."

Steve chuckles as he nods his head, "You definitely belong in front of the camera,"

"I know!" Angie laughs heartily. When she slowed down, she bumped him gently, "So, apprenticeship?"

Steve nods, with renewed hope, "Yeah, I'll look into that."

May 10, 2016
Brooklyn Daily Eagle
5:06 PM

"So, I told Pepper that I will be changing my diet from now on," Tony then shrugs his shoulders as he leans back on the swivel chair before putting his feet up on the empty table, "I think that smile she gave me was the most gorgeous smile she has given me in weeks,"

Steve snorts at the man's story as he keeps his eyes on the sketch he is making.

It has been a month since he and Tony made acquaintance, had a confrontation, and finally became friends. It was still surprising for the blonde to think that he was familiar with the young genius billionaire. He'd even think it was just a hallucination. But with Tony's consistent spontaneous visits to him at the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, it was hard to believe it was a hallucination.

"Well, Pepper has been telling you that longer than I've known you," Steve muttered as he deliberately studied the lines he made before searching for an eraser without looking up. "Of course, she'd be happy to hear that you'd lessen on that scotch,"

Tony watched Steve patter his hand around his table searching for something. He raised a brow before he realized he was trying to feel-search his eraser. So, he subtly grabbed the small rectangle and placed it near Steve's hand. As soon as Steve felt the object, he snatched it and erased something on his drawing.

"I guess then I'd have to drink more green stuff," Tony replies settling back on his chair.

Someone suddenly cleared their throat and the two immediately looked up. At the sight of his editor-in-chief, Steve couldn't help but stand in attention like he was some soldier.

"Mr. Philips," Steve greeted in haste.

Philips grunts before waving him off. He then looked at the brunette sitting comfortably at the swivel chair, "What are you doing here again, Stark? Shouldn't you be busy tinkering with something in your lab?"

Tony grins, "I actually just finished a prototype project. I've been asking Steve to leave so he'd check it out. But he insists on finishing his drawing first,"

Steve's eyes grew wide in astonishment while looking at his boss, before directing his attention to the grinning billionaire. But Tony ignored his expression, "I told him he'd get the scoop first if that's any consolation,"

"Rogers is not the journalist, he's the illustrator," Philips then glares at the blonde, who had been told to stick to his job description. Steve could only swallow down his nervousness before he quickly flicked Tony's feet down off the table.

"I told him it was Morita who does the article piece," Steve fretfully reasoned as he watched the older man grumble before turning away from them.

"Just finish up that caricature and then leave. I don't think that man is going to leave without you," Philips muttered, making Tony grin while nodding.

"He's right," Tony echoed before leaning back to the chair and putting his feet up on the table again, "Come on, do your finishing touches so that I can tour you around the Stark Laboratory."

Steve rolls his eyes as he sighs in defeat before taking his seat once more. As he settled on his chair, he quickly grabbed his pencil and began his work.

"You know, maybe someday now, you'll get me fired because you always drop by here, loitering," Steve comments as he adds the final touches to the editorial art.

Tony scoffs at his words, "I think that would work best for you,"

Steve looks at Tony, glaring, feeling somewhat offended "Did you just wish I get fired from my job?"

Tony rolls his eyes, "No," he then grunts as he sits up and seriously gazes at the blonde, "I just think that your skill is not being polished enough in this workplace." Steve raises a questioning brow, making Tony elaborate his point, "You're an artist, a very good one if I may add. Doing editorial art pieces is not going to make you the best artist in the world. You're an art major for Pete's sake, Rogers. You need to work somewhere else,"

Steve sighs in defeat, "It's not like I haven't thought about that,"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Tony nudged Steve's feet under the table.

Steve gave a deadpan look at the brunette, making Tony raise a confused look, "Okay, maybe you have no idea how hard to find a job for the likes like me. I'm still a college student and no related job is available in New York for aspiring artists like me. I can't just drop this job without having any backup. I got a lot of things to pay,"

Tony thought about what he said for a moment before he suggested something, "I know you wouldn't like the idea of me paying for your—" Steve glares at him and he quickly raises his hands in surrender, "I was thinking, what about apprenticeship? Isn't that the kind of job where you're paid while going to school?"

Steve huffs but nods his head, "Angie had suggested that to me too. I looked up some possible places, but many art agencies aren't really accepting one right now,"

Tony suddenly hummed thinking, "You've heard about Stark Art Gallery?"

Steve snorts, "Who hasn't? And I know your family owns it but I'm not going to ask you to do anything about it,"

Tony gawps at the immediate assumption of what he was planning, "I am not going to offer you any job there…well, not me directly,"

"Tony—"

"No, no," Tony raises a hand to make Steve stop from cutting him off. When the blonde sighed in defeat, Tony continued, "Yes, Stark Industries own that gallery but that doesn't mean I oversee it. Obviously, our corporation has people for that, and I believe that our company has been taking in apprentices,"

Steve then remembers Bucky being one, "Right…my best friend, Bucky, has been working there. He's in the Engineering department—"

"Oh, that's interesting. That's my department, see!" Tony said as he clapped his hand in excitement, "Hence, there is an art department in Stark Industries, that can offer apprenticeship. Just apply and…maybe I'll give a little good commendation about your work."

"I don't want you influencing them to accept me just because we know each other," Steve sternly replies, and Tony can only roll his eyes at the man's righteousness.

"Okay, fine. I won't say anything…" Tony then grins at him, "But I'm sure, you'll get that apprenticeship."

May 11, 2016
Carter Residence, Hampstead, London
1:04 AM

"What? You're quitting Brooklyn Daily?" Peggy abruptly looks up from her assignment back at her laptop, staring hard at the blonde man on her screen.

"No…well, not yet." Steve replies bashfully as he rubs his neck in antsy, "I was just thinking of finding a new job,"

Peggy worriedly watches him before she asks, "Has the place been stressful or unfriendly? Hence the sudden idea?"

"No," Steve shook his head as he slowly smiled to reassure her, "I mean, it's a publishing house, so it's always stressful but, everyone there is kind and respectful. It's just that Tony told me that I'm probably not flourishing as an artist by staying there, doing the same thing,"

Peggy nods her head in understanding. She had thought about that too before, how Steve's talent as an artist was not being enhanced enough by sticking to the newspaper caricatures. She's always claimed herself as his top 1 fan and there is nothing more that she'd hope for Steve's success as an artist. However, being an art student and looking for a job related to their degree is always a challenge. It's not easy to suggest looking for a different job when the job itself is scarce.

"Well, did he offer any suggestions? I believe he has a point but then the reality of finding a job related to your course is not easy. You can't just quit." Peggy bites her lip in apprehension.

"Yeah, I know that's why I won't quit until I find a new one," Steve heaves a deep one, slumping back to his chair, "But he did suggest that I apply in Stark Industries,"

"Stark Industries?" Peggy bafflingly repeats, "Isn't their company a weaponry technology enterprise? What are you going to apply there?"

Steve chuckles at Peggy's bewildered expression, "I know…but do you remember Valentine's Day?"

Peggy's cheeks suddenly warm up at the recall of her virtual date with the blonde, "Yes, what about it?"

"The gallery that I toured you around was Stark Art Gallery. They own a few galleries in New York and Los Angeles. They even have a few in London,"

"Oh," Peggy suddenly had this tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach, "I didn't realize they had ventured out to that kind of field,"

"Howard Stark is an eccentric man. When he gets ideas, he does things. Tony said, that back in the day, his dad just suddenly decided he wanted to produce films, so Stark Industries did films. That's why they have an art department. It's for all Howard's interest in art, film, and music,"

"Well, that's interesting," Peggy chuckles at the absurdity of Howard Stark's outlandish creativity.

"It is. So, I'm planning to apply for an apprenticeship at Stark Industries. It's hitting two birds with one stone," Steve assuredly smiles directly at the camera, making Peggy feel confident with his decision.

"Well, that's fantastic. You get to have additional credit grades while still earning," Peggy lets out her nervous sigh before smiling back at the man, "I can't wait for you to flourish there."

July 3, 2016
Brooklyn, New York
6:53 PM

Sunday morning, Steve and Bucky were back at the Barnes' residence. Winnifred had wanted to cook for Steve for his upcoming birthday. Given that his birthday would fall on a weekday, the mother had decided to do it a day earlier.

The whole Barnes family and Steve had spent the day celebrating. Rebecca had suggested that they'd do some karaoke and surprisingly everyone was taking part in it, even if they were out of tune. Angie and Scott Lang, an intern at Stark Industries working with Bucky, even came to join to celebrate Steve. Everyone was still in a festive mood, laughing, eating, and singing at the top of their lungs.

But as soon as the clock strikes 6 in the evening, Steve disappears from the crowd and hides himself in Bucky's old bedroom. It was his and Peggy's usual call time and he had promised the English woman that they'd call as planned.

But after nearly an hour of no appearance from the blonde, Bucky had decided to search for his best friend and draw him out of his hiding place. The house wasn't that big, so Bucky easily knew where to look for the blond birthday boy.

Bucky knocks on the door in a certain pattern before he slowly opens it. He then sticks his head in, "Hey, Stevie, are you done yet? They all want you to sing now,"

Steve quickly glances at him as he pauses midway in his story to Peggy. He then bashfully chuckles when he hears the brunette girl chuckle at the prospect of him singing.

"Hello, Barnes, sorry if I'm keeping him too long," Peggy's voice was heard over Steve's propped phone.

"Heyya, Peggy," Bucky leans close to Steve and gives a wave at the English brunette, "How ya doing?"

"Great, thank you. I'm actually getting excited for Wednesday," Peggy replies. Steve then smiles at her statement, but Bucky just tilts his head in wonder. She then continued, "I'm finally finished with my secondary education. We'll be having a commencement exercise on Wednesday."

When Bucky groans in confusion, Steve can only chortle at his best friend's confusion, "It's considered high school, Buck. She's graduating,"

"Oh! Well, then congratulations!" Bucky then raised his bottle of cider as a sign of toast, "It's a double celebration then!"

Peggy laughs at the enthusiasm of the lad, "Thank you, I like that drink on your hand!"

"Oh, yeah! You're legally allowed to drink now! Lucky you," Bucky smirks giddily as he settles on the bed, leaning close to Steve so that he'd be seen on the camera, "Mom wanted to celebrate with a drink that she and Sarah loved to have when there are birthday celebrations,"

Peggy's eyes beamed in interest, so Steve further explained, "My ma grew up in Ireland and she loved cider for all occasions. So, when she and my father came here to America, they had brought that tradition to Brooklyn, influencing the Barnes."

"Well, then I shall find myself a glass of cider too. But maybe on your actual birthday," Peggy grinned as she wiggled her eyebrows in teasing.

Steve just laughs at her antics, "Well in a few minutes, it will be July 4 there already,"

"I know, that's why I'm prolonging our conversation," Peggy chuckles along with the blonde before she calls on the other brunette, "James, you'd have to wait for a few minutes more before you can take him away,"

Bucky snorts at her comment, "Well, it's not like I can force him to end the call even if I tell him there is a birthday cake waiting for him outside,"

"You guys didn't have to," Steve shyly whines as he nudged Bucky's shoe.

"Of course, we have to," Bucky retorts, shaking his head, "It's your birthday! Besides, you'll be busy the whole week in the gallery. I didn't realize being an assistant curator in Stark Industries would make you even more busy than in Brooklyn Daily,"

Steve huffs a laugh, "I'm an apprentice to an assistant curator. There is a lot to study about. I'm still in training and I need to catch up before the actual exhibit begins next month."

"You're lucky enough that your classes are done when you officially started your apprenticeship. Otherwise, Angie would have been bombarded with our requests that she send a meal to you every lunch and dinner hour." Peggy raised a challenging brow at the blonde, who was ready to counter her opinion.

"All right, you got me there," Steve smiles defeatedly, earning a proud smile from the brunette.

"Happy Birthday, Steve," Peggy sweetly mutters suddenly, making the man red at the genuineness of her voice, "Have a great day ahead,"

Peggy could see the smirk on Bucky's face, but she chose to ignore it and focus her attention on the birthday boy. "I'm planning to make a little tribute for you, just like always. Maybe I'll add that cider drink in my tribute,"

Steve sniggers at her playfulness, "I can't wait to see what you have planned,"

"You guys are adorable," Bucky suddenly mumbles before he stands up, grabbing the two's attention, "I'll step out and leave you two alone. Don't take too long, though, Stevie, you still have a cake to blow,"

Steve huffs a laugh, "Yeah, okay. Thanks," he replies before looking back at Peggy on the screen, "Sorry about that,"

"Nonsense," Peggy brushed it off, "I find myself agreeing with him. We are adorable friends," she then smirked splendidly, making Steve feel the same.

"Speaking of plans…" Steve suddenly sat up straight. He felt elated to tell his news, but at the same time, he was nervous about Peggy's reaction, "Remember I told you how Stark Industries have galleries in different places?"

"Yes, you told me that they even have one in London, which I'm planning to visit this summer," Peggy beautifully smiles at him, "What about it?"

"So, apparently, part of my training is to visit tons of museums and art galleries. You know, to learn the different arts being exhibited, how curators manage their exhibits, etc." Steve pauses for a second as he tries to read Peggy's expression. He then continues, "So, I'm done with New York, and I'll be heading to California for a few art galleries, then they'll be sending me outside the country,"

The two were then silent. Peggy could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she thought about what Steve was trying to tell her. She was wriggling her fingers in anticipation as she tried not to blurt out her assumption quickly.

"Another country? Where exactly?" Peggy had a good guess, but she didn't want to sound too eager about it.

Steve's smile suddenly broadens, making the brunette internally yelp in excitement, "London,"

Peggy tried her best to keep her smile at its usual size, but the excitement in her voice was something she couldn't stop herself, "That is wonderful news, such marvelous timing. My summer vacation in the countryside is postponed for the moment for the sake of the last outings with my friends before we go our separate ways for college. When will you be here?"

Steve couldn't stop himself from smiling even more as he watched the gleam in Peggy's eyes as she talked, "I think I'll be there by late August once the exhibit show in LA is wrapped up,"

Peggy sighed a little, as she had hoped for a longer period to spend with Steve. But then she shook the discontent feeling and reminded herself that this was still an exceptional circumstance for them.

"Then it's a must. We have to meet up in London and I'll join you in one of your museum hopping," Peggy says with conviction.

The blonde nods in agreement, "Wouldn't expect less. We'll finally see each other in person,"

Peggy smiles broadly at that idea, "Yes, and I can't wait for it."

August 20, 2016
Heathrow Airport
11:36 PM

Coming out of the gate of Terminal 3, Steve cautiously looked around the airport as he and the other passengers filed out. This, by far, is the farthest place he has ever been. Three weeks ago, he thought flying to California was the longest flight he would ever have. But he was wrong the moment he sat on that 11-hour flight, straight from Los Angeles to London. But he doesn't regret it if it means that he'll finally be able to meet Peggy in person.

"Mr. Rogers!" a man with a British accent, calls his name, making him look around even more. Soon enough, he sees a slender man in a good suit, with a placard on hand, with his name written on it.

"I'm Rogers!" Steve said, raising his hand, before pulling his luggage and walking up to the man, "I'm Steve Rogers," he repeated as soon as they stood in front of each other.

"Ah, welcome to the United Kingdom, Mr. Rogers," the older man gives a gentle smile, before offering to help him with his luggage. But Steve tightened his grip on his luggage, making the man wonder.

"Uh, thanks, I can manage," Steve said, smiling back shyly.

"Oh, I insist. It's my job," the man then took the handle from Steve and encouraged him to walk along, "I'm Edwin Jarvis—"

"Edwin Jarvis?" Steve bafflingly calls, trying to keep up with the man's pace, "Wait, you're Edwin Jarvis? Mr. Howard Stark's assistant?"

"Oh, yes," Jarvis beamingly replies, "Well, more like his butler but, yes, I guess you can say I am sort of his assistant,"

"Wait," Steve then stops in his tracks, making the Englishman stop as well, looking stunned at the sudden urgency, "So…why are you here? Why—why are you picking me up? I thought the hotel I booked had an airport shuttle?"

"Oh…" Jarvis then gave a sheepish smile, "About that, well, Mr. Stark insisted that I put you up in a new hotel accommodation. He did admire your righteousness for being modest in spending the company's money, but he thought that you deserved a good place to stay while you're here in London,"

Steve was left speechless as he just gawked at the older man. He slowly shook his head, "Please tell me it's not some 5-star hotel,"

Jarvis stared blankly at the blonde before nodding, "Uh, yes. I'm certain it's not. Will a 4-star hotel do?"

Steve heaved as he dropped his head. He didn't know if he would be annoyed or grateful for the kind accommodation. The Stark family can be quite unpredictable, and he didn't know how to deal with them at times.

He then looks up at the man, with a resigned smile and nods his head, "Is there a chance we can make it less sophisticated?" Jarvis grimaces in response, making Steve nod his head in defeat, "I guess, I shouldn't be complaining. Thank you, Mr. Jarvis, please, lead the way."

Jarvis smiled happily at the blonde before he started pulling Steve's luggage and led him to the car.

August 21, 2016
The Leonard Hotel, Mayfair, London
7:01 AM

When Steve arrived in London, he was wide awake all night. He tried to tire himself by packing away his things and researching the various museums and galleries that he would be studying and visiting. By the time that dawn was approaching, Steve had forced himself to lie down and get some rest. But as soon as his alarm clock chimes, he quickly gets up and decides to start his day. Having a sudden change of time zone was something he had to get used to in the next few days.

As soon as he was ready, Steve went to the hotel restaurant to have his breakfast. It was relatively filled with people, having a quiet breakfast, and the aroma of tea was more prominent than the coffee. Noticing slowly the difference in his surroundings, Steve only exhaled deeply as if he were preparing to brace himself for a wild ride.

With his meal in front of him and a cup of coffee ready, Steve contemplated whether to chat with Peggy. They were now in the same time zone, but she didn't know that yet. He wanted to surprise her and tell her that he was around the area already.

Grabbing his phone, he snapped a picture and sent it to her while smiling to himself. Steve then puts his phone away as he tries to stop himself from waiting for Peggy to reply. He wasn't familiar with what time Peggy woke up during the summer, because back then when he would wake up, she had started her day already. So, instead, he begins to eat his meal.

When his phone rang for notification, Steve abruptly put down his utensils and checked his phone. His grin grew big as he read Peggy's text.

wellpeggywhy are you eating breakfast at midnight?

Because it's time to eat breakfast. But it isn't midnight here right now. sgrogersart

wellpeggyWhat are you talking about? It's midnight in California.

Steve grinned to himself before he looked up and searched around what he could picture to show that he wasn't in America right now. He then looked out into the streets and saw a stall just outside the hotel that had tiny UK flags. He immediately took a picture of it and sent it to Peggy.

wellpeggyBLOODY HELL
wellpeggyWHERE ARE YOU?!

Steve laughs to himself as he can just imagine Peggy's surprised face with an astonished voice, questioning his whereabouts. He then looked down and saw the table napkin on his table and snapped a picture. As soon as he sent it, he added.

Familiar with this place? sgrogersart

wellpeggySTEVEN GRANT ROGERS!
wellpeggySINCE WHEN ARE YOU IN LONDON?!

Steve laughs to himself, typing.

Hahaha, I just got here last night. sgrogersart
You aren't mad at me, right? sgrogersart

wellpeggyare you kidding me?!
wellpeggyI'm thrilled you're here!

Steve could feel his face warm up at her admittance, making him beam brighter than moments ago. He could feel those butterflies in his stomach again as he fumbled with his phone.

I'm at Mayfair right now. But I'll be roaming around to do museum and gallery hopping. sgrogersart

Steve then waits for Peggy's reply as her bubble appears. But then it disappears and is replaced with her calling him. This caught him off guard for a second before he swiped to answer.

"Steve!" Peggy bellows as soon as he answers, "Why didn't you tell me that you arrived last night?!"

Steve chuckles, "I wanted to surprise you,"

"You bloody hell did!" Peggy then laughs, "I want to get annoyed with you right now, but I'm more excited with the idea that you're here!"

He laughs heartily again, making a few people glance his way. But Steve didn't notice as he kept his attention to Peggy, "I was hoping you wouldn't mind me surprising you unannounced."

"I was really looking forward to when you will arrive. Ever since you told me last month that you will come here, I have been wanting to know when's your exact date of coming. I wanted to make sure to clear my schedule,"

"Oh…" Steve suddenly scratches his head in embarrassment, "Right, I forgot you have your outings with friends this summer,"

"Yes," Peggy sighs briefly before she confidently continues, "But I'll be free later this afternoon. I'll make sure of it. Can you save your today's last gallery visit with me?"

Steve's breath hitches at the prospect of them meeting today. His heart pounded in excitement, and he could feel he would stumble with his words.

"You want to meet up immediately?" Steve bafflingly asks, despite the exhilaration he is feeling.

"Of course, you silly man!" Peggy chortles at the other side of the line, "I've been wanting this for years!"

Steve bashfully smiles as he admits the same, "Me too…"

"So, can you promise to wait up for me?"

"Yeah, of course." Steve then proudly sits up as he feels giddiness in his bones, "My last itinerary for the day would be in Kemistry Gallery, it's in Charlotte Road?"

"Right! Yes, I know where. But…" Peggy then pauses for a second, making Steve wonder, "I was hoping we could have dinner together at Shoreditch High Street before going?"

Steve's eyes grew wide at the invitation, making him stammer, "Uhhm, you want to have dinner with me?"

"Yes," Peggy whispered excitedly, "If you don't mind, of course,"

Steve's smile suddenly widens, "Of course, I don't, I'd love that."

Peggy subtly yelps in delight, "Great! I'll see you at the Boundary Gardens at 5:30 PM?"

"Yeah, sure. Boundary Gardens, 5:30 PM, got it," Steve grins to himself.

"Don't you dare be late," Peggy says before chuckling along with the blonde.

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As the clock tells the time close to 5:30 PM, Peggy quickens her pace and expertly dodges the other people. It was getting to the high time of people roaming around. A lot of people gathered out in the streets to enjoy the weekend before everyone went back to work the next day.

Ever since the summer started, Peggy had been fleeting from one place to another, meeting up with friends before they started going to their dorms in their respective universities. She wasn't leaving until the next weekend, but still, she had a lot of things to do.

But after knowing that Steve had arrived in London, she couldn't help but reschedule a lot of her plans. She wasn't going to waste the opportunity to meet up with Steve in person. She has known Steve for almost three years already and she has been wanting to see and talk to him in person.

That morning, she was so excited about her meet-up with Steve, to the point that she started looking for the right outfit to wear as soon as she ended her call with him. She didn't want to look too fancy but then she didn't also want to look too casual. Finding her red dress, which she hadn't worn yet since she bought it, suddenly fitted for the right occasion. So, without hesitation, Peggy chose her red sleeveless polka-dot cocktail dress, that hugged her waist and flared out in an A-line shape. She then paired it with her nude heel pumps, looking more elegant and chicer. Steve had told her that he was 5 foot 4, making him a tad shorter than her by an inch without heels. She could only hope that her wearing heels didn't make Steve feel put off by their height difference.

Reaching her destination, Peggy looks around for an American-looking man. She didn't know exactly how he looked in person, but based on how his face was imprinted in her mind, she searched for his angular chiseled face, striking blue eyes, and soft-looking blond hair. Soon enough, she sees him, and her lips turn upward as her feet quicken.

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Steve was at the meeting spot 10 minutes before the agreed time. He didn't want to be late for this. He can be late for all of his classes, but not with Peggy. He'd rather wait for her and make sure to smile at her when she arrives. But he thought he could only do that if he could get over his nerves. He can feel his whole body buzzing in excitement, making him dance in place as he looks around for her.

As he fidgets with the cuffs of his light blue dress shirt, he suddenly notices someone approaching. Soon enough, he was staring right back at the familiar hazel-brown eyes. He could feel his heart thump inside his chest as his breath stopped. Peggy looks way more beautiful in person, and seeing her smile directly at him makes it harder for him to breathe. Suddenly, he felt conscious about his skinny stature, how his dress shirt and pants were a little baggy for his size, and how his hair wouldn't stick to its place.

Brushing his hand through his hair, Steve tries to stand taller as Peggy stops right in front of him. Her smile was radiant, affecting him and making him smile as well.

"Steven Grant Rogers?" Peggy asks as she clutches her purse tight to hide her nervousness.

"Margaret Elizabeth Carter?" Steve replies, with his smile splitting his face even more before they both chuckle at their interaction.

"Hi!" they both greeted each other at the same time, before Peggy leaned forward to embrace the blonde, while Steve stuck out his hand for a handshake.

Seeing their difference in greeting, the two quickly stumbled backward as they tried to regain and copy each other's gesture. Peggy quickly shifts to a handshake while Steve opens his arms for an embrace as he leans in again. But realizing how they had switched their movement, it was a little too late when Steve shyly tumbled and wrapped his arms around Peggy's shoulders already, with her hand awkwardly poking at his stomach.

The two immediately pulled back. Steve's eyes were bewildered by what he did while Peggy was flushed with embarrassment at where her hand ended up. But soon enough, the two slowly chuckled at the awkwardness of the situation.

"Well, this is definitely one for the books," Peggy says as she tries to slow down from her laughter.

Steve's embarrassed feeling slowly fades away as he laughs along with the brunette, "I'm sorry, I was just really nervous meeting you,"

"What?" Peggy bafflingly gazed at the man, "Why? I'm more excited than nervous about seeing you…"

"Well…" Steve shrugs his shoulders, making Peggy raise a brow as if challenging him, "It's just that I can't believe that we're meeting now in person. And you look so beautiful and I-I, I don't really know what I'm doing,"

Peggy was stunned. He called her beautiful. She always knew she was attractive; boys even call her that, which annoys her to the bone. But hearing Steve tell her she was beautiful, with his soothing voice, and seeing how he seemed not to realize that he just complimented her, makes it more endearing for her. Slowly, she could feel her face warm up again. But this time for a different reason.

"I think you're doing just fine," Peggy smiles shyly at him as she stares back at his blue eyes, "And you look dashing as well,"

Steve tilts his head for a second wondering at Peggy's words, when he suddenly realized what he had just said first. He always thought Peggy was beautiful, way out of his league. He'd compliment her as much as he could without sounding like he was trying to flirt with her or anything. He didn't want to give that impression to her and make her feel awkward. But sometimes, his mouth runs on its own, and he completely forgets to put a brake.

"So, dinner?" Peggy asks, changing the topic, knowing that Steve is probably feeling panicky at his realization of calling her beautiful out of nowhere. She chortles as she watches the blonde nod his head furiously instead of answering out loud. Soon enough, the two went on their way.

… … … … … …

"Why are you suddenly so quiet?" Peggy randomly asks as she twirls her fork to get some pasta from her plate but keeps her eyes on the man, "All of a sudden, we're like back to square one. Timid and silent,"

Steve blushes at the comment, "Oh, uh, I'm sorry," he shook his head, trying to get a grip on his thoughts, "It's just that, I've never thought this day would ever come. I mean, we've known each other through letters, emails—"

"Chat and video call," Peggy finishes for the blonde, before smiling knowingly, "It's the modern—sort of—building relationship with peers. It can be quite common,"

Steve nods his head looking back at Peggy before deliberately breaking eye contact to focus on his pasta, "Yeah, of course. But I'm just not good at talking to ladies,"

Peggy gives a skeptical look to him, "Based on my experience, you don't seem to be like one. I think you are a good conversationalist, that's why I like talking to you,"

Steve flushes at the compliment, but then, he still shakes his head "Well, I guess I'm more of a good companion behind phones and computers, but not in person,"

Peggy suddenly scoffs, "And who said that?"

Steve throws a questioning look, "It's obvious. No one has to say that"

"Steven Grant Rogers, I cannot believe that we are doing this all over again. But this time, in person," Peggy shook her head, but her lips twitched upward, finding the circumstance amusing.

"What do you mean?"

"You, belittling yourself again, right before me," Peggy clicks her tongue as she shakes her head, "I will not have that. You are a good guy, and I would rather have awkward greetings with you than spend a minute with guys who do not have your wit and unbreakable good principles,"

Steve suddenly lets out his nervous laugh, smiling at her compliment. He then slowly nods his head and tells her, "All right. I won't demean myself, because if you believe in me, then maybe there is something in me worth your time,"

"Of course," Peggy proudly smiles at him, "You're always worth my time,"

The two kept their eyes on each other before they realized that they had just staring at each other for quite a time now. So, quickly, the two break their gaze and focus on their meal instead. After a few shoves of tasteful pasta, the two fell into a comfortable conversation, starting with their meal. Soon enough, they fell into their usual banter and talked about each other's day.

It was refreshing to have their conversation in person. Somehow, seeing each other's reaction in person was way better than seeing it through their computer or phones. The twitches on their lips when they smile, how their eyes wrinkle when they laugh, the way their body shakes when they get excited, everything was amazing. Steve and Peggy couldn't help but think that seeing each other in person was the best decision they had made so far in their life. This was definitely one for the books.

As they finished their dinner, the two then decided to head out and take a longer route going to Kemistry Gallery. They continued their conversation over their ice cream cups and even paused in the Boundary Gardens again.

Looking at them, they would seem like they had known each other for a long time, by how comfortable they were together, mindless of those around them. They laughed and talked animatedly to one another. By the time they thought it was time to head to the gallery, Peggy and Steve had some realization that they preferred to withhold from one another.

Having this moment with Peggy made Steve realize how much he had fallen for the English brunette. He knew that he had some crush on the young lady. But this is something he tries to dismiss all the time. But after having this interaction with Peggy, he cannot deny to himself anymore that he has some deep affection for her that he wishes to express someday. Now, he believes that it is necessary to be honest. But he also knows that the right timing of confessing is necessary. So, he thought, he'd keep this realization to himself in the meantime.

As for Peggy, she's always been aware of her growing attraction to Steve since last year. She'd always find herself thinking about what their first meet-up would be like and if their undeniable connection would be as strong as when they finally met. Having this face-to-face interaction with Steve made it clear to Peggy that they both had an immeasurable bond with one another. Having that realization made Peggy admit to herself that she had deep feelings for Steve and that she'd like it to be known. But for now, she prefers to express this slowly, to be sure that her feelings wouldn't make him run for the hill.

"What's going on there?" Steve suddenly asked as they both stopped at the edge of the sidewalk and waited for the light to turn green for pedestrians. They stood close to one another, with their hands nearly touching.

Peggy looks over at the other side of the street. She quickly figured out what was happening as she watched people gather and mingle around. She then smiled looking back at Steve.

"It's a street event. It's common in Shoreditch High Street, wherein people just randomly perform on the street and then later on you'll just notice that a lot of people have gathered already," Peggy then looks back at the crowd, "It seems like there is an impromptu poetry reading and some are even planning to play some music, look," she then points at a man carrying a guitar, "I bet, he's going to perform an acoustic version of a love song,"

"Oh, yeah," Steve nods his head as he sees what Peggy pointed at, "Do you like street performances?"

"Yeah," Peggy shrugs her shoulders, "I think they are very creative for being able to perform spontaneously on the street,"

"Do you want to watch?" Steve suddenly asks, making Peggy glance at him. She then shook her head, when suddenly the sound of green light chimed, making her smile.

"Come on, let's go to the gallery," Peggy suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. At the sudden grasp, Steve couldn't help but gawk as he stared at the brunette. She then turned back and added, "Don't let go, okay? It's crowded here now, I don't want us to get separated,"

Peggy squeezed his hand before she tugged him and expertly maneuvered around the crowd as they crossed the street. A lot of people were loitering around, making it a little tricky to walk casually. But Peggy didn't drop her hold and was delighted when she felt Steve squeeze her hand too. Another awareness she thought was how much she liked the feeling of Steve's hand in hers. It was slender, a little rough, but warm in touch.

Soon enough, the crowd lessened, and the street somehow cleared of the street performers and bystanders. Steve was in awe at how Peggy flawlessly led them to the other side of the crowd and still looked poised and fresh. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic as well when he finally grasped the thought that Peggy was holding his hand, and somehow ended up being entwined. He can't stop thinking about how soft Peggy's hands are and how perfect it fits to his. But being in the open area, with no reason to hold hands, Steve couldn't bring himself to keep holding Peggy's hand. He didn't want to overstep Peggy's friendliness, so he slowly loosened his grasp and pulled back a little.

This snaps Peggy out of her reverie and stops as well but tightens her grip on Steve's hand. She looked back at him, with their hands entwined between them, "I think it would be best if we stayed close to one another," she then properly interlaced their hand before giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Oh…" Steve turned rosy as he stared back at Peggy and then at their entwined hands as if wondering how to ask about the holding hands.

Peggy could see the gears turning in Steve's head, making her chuckle silently before she continued, "Besides, I prefer to hold hands,"

Steve glances at the brunette with furrowed brows, "Really? I mean—why? It's not crowded anymore,"

"So?" Peggy tilts her head as she looks at Steve with a gleam in her eyes as if silently asking what was wrong with the gesture, "Can't I prefer to hold hands?"

"Well…you can," Steve rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, which felt warm to the touch.

"Unless you don't want to, of course," She then loosens her hold a little, just to test the water. But seeing the little panic in Steve's eyes made her smile excitedly.

"No! I do want…" Steve admits, flushed at his admittance, making Peggy stifle her laughter. She then fixed her grip on his hand and gave a pleased clasp.

"All right then, perfect," Peggy then pulled Steve to come closer and watched him walk next to her until she looked away and they both headed towards the Kemistry Gallery.

As they felt elated with their physical touch, Peggy and Steve couldn't help but giddily smile as they walked. Suddenly, Peggy remembered a common banter between them. So, she glanced at him and squished his hand to get him to look at her. When he did, Peggy quickly greeted him, "Welcome to London, Steve."

Steve smiled widely at her greeting, "Thanks, I'm starting to like it here," this made Peggy smile broadly.

The week went on with Peggy and Steve spending time roaming around London. Their schedules had to be adjusted. Peggy brings Steve along to some of her outings with her friends, in which Gemma finally meets Steve in person. Of course, Peggy didn't escape Gemma's teasing about finally bringing her boyfriend. Despite the deep scarlet cheeks she had, Peggy insisted that Steve wasn't her boyfriend, but they were indeed best friends. Although quietly she admitted to her friend that she did like Steve.

On other days, Steve brought Peggy along to his museum ocular, wherein she met Edwin Jarvis and surprisingly Tony Stark. The young billionaire randomly wanted to have a day trip in London and join Steve in his exploration. Only then to discover that Steve had a lady friend with him, whom he couldn't help but tease him with. Steve sternly told Tony that Peggy wasn't his lady friend, debunking the assumption that she was more than a friend, but rather his very close best friend. Tony could only roll his eyes as he accepted that excuse.

By the time the week was coming to an end, Peggy was preparing her things for Trinity College and leaving Hampstead, while Steve was also crossing out his to-do list for London that Friday night. They both agreed to have dinner around Hampstead as she had to head home earlier than their usual outings. But to Peggy's surprise, Michael had also visited home from his university to bid her goodbye. This was a pleasant surprise, but she didn't want her brother to figure out that she had dinner plans with Steve.

"So, why exactly are you in a rush to pack up your bags?" Michael curiously asks as he twirls around in Peggy's computer chair, "Are you heading out later?"

Peggy looked at her brother with a raised brow, "I've been packing my things the whole week. I want to make sure I bring all the things I'll need,"

Michael scoffed, "It's not like it's a crime to come home and get the things you forgot," he then sniggered when his sister rolled her eyes at him.

"More than two hours of traveling is really something I don't look forward to. Why do you think I decided to dorm on the campus?" Peggy then turned away from her packing as she checked on her plugged phone to see Steve texted her that he'd be leaving in half an hour. Smiling to herself, she replied to him that she'd be ready by then as well.

Suddenly, Michael clears his throat, snapping the brunette out of her thoughts, "Who are you texting?"

"Gemma," Peggy replies without looking, then clicks on her phone before putting it down, "She wanted to have dinner tonight,"

Michael raised a brow, "I thought she was leaving?"

"Yeah, tomorrow," Peggy says, shrugging her shoulder, "Can't we both have dinner for the last time before we go separate ways?"

Michael was relentless in questioning, annoying Peggy as he wouldn't drop the topic. The least she wants is for her brother to figure out that Steve is in London and then insist on meeting him. She doesn't want to scare off Steve by bringing her brother and then start spilling her secrets.

"I doubt that" Michael finally says, shaking his head before standing up and walking toward his sister, "I saw your posts with her the other day. You said that that was your last outing with your friends before separating,"

Peggy stared hard at her brother before rolling her eyes, sighing, "And so, if I posted that? Doesn't mean I can't add another dinner plan with my friend,"

Michael smirks at her frustrated expression, "Why are you getting mad?"

"I'm not mad," Peggy turns away from him and returns to her packing, "It's just annoying that you seem to be less convinced about what I'm saying as if I'm lying to you,"

"Well, are you?" Michael teased.

Peggy looked at him with deadpan eyes, "Really?"

"What?" Michael chuckles, "Okay, fine…I just heard—"

"What?" Peggy interrupts, feeling her heart pump a little stronger.

Michael's grin slowly grows bigger, "I just heard that you have a new friend, tagging along,"

"I have tons of friends—"

"No, not really,"

Peggy scowls at him, "Get to the point Michael before I hit you with my shoe,"

Michael raised his hands in surrender, "All right, all right…I was thinking, maybe this new friend of yours is someone…" Peggy raised her brow and glared at him, but that didn't deter him as he continued, "American,"

Peggy was quiet for a second before she huffed and rolled her eyes, "So what if he is,"

Michael perked up, "I want to meet this lad!"

"No!" Peggy quickly uttered, pointing at her brother, "You are not going to meet him!"

"What?! Why?!" Michael then gasps, "Are you embarrassed by him—?"

"What?! No!" Peggy then glares at Michael, "I just—" she groans in annoyance, "I just don't want you scaring him off. You have that tendency to question boys who I mingle with,"

"Oh, please, as if you didn't enjoy the day I scrutinized Fred," Michael smirks when Peggy rolls her eyes at him, "And besides, I just want to get to know your pen pal. I've never met pen pals who have connected for such a long time and finally meeting in person,"

Peggy bit her lower lip, contemplating whether to give in to her brother's reasoning, "You won't make side comments?"

"Of course…" Michael said shrugging, "Well, unless necessary," he then wiggled his brows, "Come on, dear sister, let me meet your New Yorker lad,"

Peggy groans, "Please don't call him that…His name is Steve,"

"I know," Michael grins.

… … … … … …

As Steve and Peggy stood outside of the café bistro, after their sumptuous and very excitable dinner, the two finally made their goodbyes for the night.

"I'm sorry about my brother," Peggy whispered as she and Steve stood far enough from Michael, who was on the phone.

"What?" Steve chuckles, "Why? You're brother's amazing,"

Peggy chortles as well, "Yeah, well. He is…but sometimes he can be an annoying brother,"

"I think Michael is just as treacherous and canny as you," Steve teased, making Peggy roll her eyes playfully, "But he's nice and fun to be with,"

"Even if he asked you those…" Peggy grumbles at the memory, "Quite personal questions?"

"Well, asking me if I find you attractive is a no-brainer question. I mean, all of your friends think you are," Steve then ducks his head as he feels his cheeks warm up again. But he shook his head as he looked back, "But really…you are the prettiest girl I've met and I couldn't believe we are friends,"

Peggy scoffed, "Well, if you're thinking that a guy like you doesn't usually meet a girl like me, then you're silly. I think anyone with the right mind would always want to meet a guy like you," she then smiled sweetly at him.

Soon enough, Michael clears his throat to grab the attention of the two. When they both looked back at him, he walked up to them and brought out his hand for a handshake, "It's such a pleasure to meet you, Steve,"

"It's a pleasure too," Steve replies, shaking Michael's hand firmly, making the young British man nod in appreciation, "I knew you were a great guy based on Peggy's story. But meeting and getting to know you in person makes all those stories make sense,"

Michael chuckles, "Well, I'm not as clever as this girl, but I try to keep up with her,"

Peggy suddenly nudged her brother, "Michael," she whined, making him laugh.

"Anyways, we should be heading home. Our mother is looking for this princess," Peggy moans in annoyance with the nickname, making Steve chuckle too at the displeasing name, "She has lots of packing to do still,"

"Yeah, sure. Travel safe," Steve nods his head, looking at Michael, then smiles at Peggy, waving, "Bye, Pegs,"

"Bye, Steve," Peggy waves back before turning away with her brother. When they were a few steps away, she turned back to call Steve, only to see him standing and watching them go,

"Steve!" Peggy called and the blonde quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Yeah?"

"Tomorrow, dinner, for the last time, no Michael this time," Peggy grinned when her brother glanced at her but kept her attention to the blonde.

Steve chuckles, "Sure, anywhere you want,"

Peggy smiles broadly, "Okay, don't you dare be late,"

"No, I won't" Steve smiles back, before waving Peggy goodbye.

August 28, 2016
Heathrow Airport
7:13 AM

"All right, Mr. Rogers, you can wait here while I get our boarding pass," Jarvis then turns to get Steve's ticket, but then sees the questioning look of the young man.

"Mr. Jarvis, haven't you been used to me doing things on my own?" Steve chuckles before he claps the back of the man and urges him to walk again, "Come on, we'll get our boarding pass,"

"Right, of course," Jarvis chuckles before nodding his head and walking on, "You know, this trip with you in London has pretty much been a vacation,"

"Good!" Steve happily smiled, "I didn't want to bother you so much of the things I needed to do,"

"Well, visiting the museums and attending those talks about historical artifacts and art collections were such a delightful experience. It's not like every day you get the chance to just roam around and search for art,"

"I know, right?" Steve beamed, then his phone suddenly buzzed, "Oh, sorry, I'll just answer this,"

"Sure, of course," Jarvis then turned away as he focused on waiting in line.

Steve then clicks the green button, "Hi Peggy," he greets.

"Hello, Steve. Are you in the airport already?"

"Yeah, Mr. Jarvis and I are on the line to get our boarding pass," Steve then checks how many more people are in front of them.

"Oh, I see…you are close to leaving," Peggy sighs, making Steve feel a little despondent too, "I hope this isn't our first and last in-person meetup,"

"Of course not," Steve assured, feeling determined to figure a way to get back to London again, "I'll make sure of it,"

"Great," Peggy shortly muttered, before huffing again, "I'm just…I wish to see you off,"

"Well, you have your traveling to do too," Steve then took a step forward as the line moved, "What time are you leaving Hampstead?"

"After lunch," Peggy then seemed to ruffle through her things, "Mum and Dad are taking me to the train station. I'll meet up with Michael there too,"

"Well, that's good. At least you get one last goodbye with them before leaving," Steve smiled softly to himself, knowing that Peggy would probably smile as well, "Are you all set for college now?"

"To be honest? I am," Peggy exhaled contently, "I'm excited to start my college life. My classes will start on Wednesday, and I can't wait to begin my new adventure,"

"I'm happy for you," Steve proudly says as he takes another step forward, "College is fun, and you'll make new friends too. I bet you'll be awesome at Trinity,"

Peggy was quiet for a second before asking, "Either way, we'll stay connected right? We'll continue to communicate and call one another?"

Steve had this sudden feeling of worry, but he shook it off as he said, "Of course. We'll talk nightly, like usual, 6 PM for me, 11 PM for you? Or do you want to change schedules? I'm willing to adjust because I know how the first year in college can be quite time-consuming,"

"Hmm, maybe we'll change the schedule at a later date. But in the meantime, we'll stick to the usual, and then see," Peggy's voice was more elated than usual, "I enjoyed my summer and you being part of it, made it the best,"

Steve's cheeks reddened at the comment, "This is the best summer for me too. It's imprinted in my brain already," they both chuckled, "It was really nice meeting you in person, Peggy."

"I do too…" Peggy said contently before she called him softly, "Steve?"

"Yeah?" Steve swallowed the lump in his throat as he could feel his heart pound in his chest by how Peggy called his name.

"I like you…I really like you. You're such a great friend, a smart guy, a good-looking lad," Peggy suddenly chuckles, "I know this may sound weird, but I truly mean it,"

Steve was blushing hard at the compliment, and suddenly he had the urge to confess to her. Should he do it now? Over the phone?

He shook his head as he thought it wasn't the most romantic and appropriate timing. But he decided that he'd somehow tell her how he felt.

"I really like you too, Peggy. And I can't explain how grateful I am to know you,"

Peggy hummed sweetly and contently, "I do too—"

The PA in the airport suddenly chimed, distracting Steve and Peggy with their conversation. Soon enough, Jarvis stepped forward to the front desk and looked back at him to ask for his ticket to get their boarding pass. Steve then hurriedly tried to get his passport out.

"Uh, Peggy, we're at the front desk already—"

"Right, yes, of course. Umm…" Peggy's breath was shaky as she exhaled, "I'll see you again, soon?"

"Yeah, I'll see you and talk to you soon," Steve smiled, "Bye, Peggy."

"Bye, Steve…fly safe,"

To be continued…