Peggy's PoV

"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay? I saw you fall an-" the voice stopped suddenly.

Peggy couldn't place it, but she felt like it was the most obvious thing in the world, as if it was staring her right in the face. Her numb brain slowly started putting the pieces of the puzzle together as she stared up at the street sign.

"Rogers Avenue," she thought to herself. "Rogers. Rogers?"

"Peggy?"

Peggy turned towards the voice, her eyes landing on the slightly reddened, cold bitten, confused face of Captain America.

"St-Steve?" She asked through unnoticed chatters of her teeth, as her brain woke up, taking in what was happening.

Peggy's head began spinning as questions flew all over her brain, making it hard to make one thought.

As Peggy looked up at the man crouched beside her, he offered her his hand, which she took almost as a reflex. He helped her up, his big hand encircling her smaller freezing one as they stood up.

"Why is he here?" Peggy asked herself, looking up at the taller man, as she tried not to fall again.

"Peg? Are you okay?"

"Y-yes," she replied with a curt nod, not sure if she was trying to convince him or herself.

"Would you like a coffee to heat you up? I live just here," Steve asked, pointing towards the building behind them.

"Ehm... I'm not sure, Steve," she said looking at the ground.

She hesitantly brought her eyes up to meet his again as she sighed.

"I don't want to lead him along anymore. It's not fair for anyone," she thought. "I'm with Scott and I..... Oh. Wait."

She felt tears sting the back of her eyes, as she looked down the street and away from Steve, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Come on, Peg. It's a cup of coffee and you're freezing! You need to warm up before you get sick."

She started to protest again, but Steve held up a hand to stop her.

"I'm not takin' no for an answer. Now, come on," he said in his Captain America voice.

Peggy nodded, a small smile on her face as he led her inside, his hand still holding onto hers.

She followed Steve up the stairs, looking around her, taking in the building he lived in as they went. It was nice. Very nice. Peggy was looking at one of the random painting on the wall when she walked into something hard; Steve's side. He had stopped outside what must have been his apartment; 2B.

Peggy couldn't help herself as a quote came tumbling out of her mouth as she stared at the door.

"To be or not to be? That is the question-
Whether 'Tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take the arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep-
No more - and by a sleep to we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to - 'Tis a cons-" Peggy stopped herself when she saw the look on Steve's face. It was one of awe.

"What?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, daring him to test her.

"Shakespeare?" Steve asked, as he opened the door.

A smile began forming on Peggy's face as he continued to gaze at her, the look of surprise and wonder making her blush slightly.

"I'm more than just a pretty face, Rogers," she said with a cocky grin as she walked into his apartment.

"Well, I already knew that, Carter," he said with a small smile, following her in, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

He turned to lock the door and Peggy took the chance to take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies that had suddenly erupted in her stomach. She watched as he took of his leather jacket, revealing the green-brown check shirt that he was wearing to match his brown trousers. Peggy averted her gaze, allowing her eyes to travel around the apartment, her eyebrows nearing her hairline as she took it all in.

"It's a nice place you've got here," she said, turning around one the spot.

"Thanks. Eh.. Howard..." He trailed off motioning around them.

"Ah, right. Of course," she replied with a smirk. "That would explain you living on the corner of Rogers and Prospect, I presume?" Peggy asked with a laugh.

"Yes, it would," Steve replied with a chuckle.

"Definitely Howard trying to do a Steve on it," she thought as she looked around.

"Coffee?" Steve asked as he moved towards the kitchen, motioning for Peggy to take a seat wherever she liked.

"Yes please, Steve."

Peggy moved over to the brown couch across from the kitchen, taking off her coat and hanging it over the arm despite being still slightly cold. Her eyes wandered around the apartment, her mind drifting away from her slightly as she began humming absentmindedly.

"The Star Spangled Man with a Plan? Really?" She heard Steve ask, as she felt the couch dip slightly to her left.

"What?" She asked, turning to take the coffee that he was holding out to her.

"You were humming The Star Spangled Man with a Plan," he said with a small laugh.

"I was? Oh I didn't realise," she said, frowning down at her coffee as she wrapped her two hands around it.

"Peggy, why were you outside? What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

She didn't meet his gaze. Instead, she took a sip of coffee, welcoming the hot bitter taste that filled her mouth and tickled her taste buds.

"Nothing is wrong," she said quietly.

"I know you like the back of my hand, so don't lie to me. What's wrong, Peg?" He asked, turning to face her properly.

When she didn't answer, Steve took the coffee from her hands and placed it on the table beside his cup, before turning her to face his so that their knees were almost touching. He took her hands in, rubbing soothing circles on the backs of her hands, until she finally looked up at him.

"Peggy?"

She tried to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's Scott," she said in almost a whisper.

"What? Is he okay? Did he-," he stopped himself, gritting his teeth, anger flaring up in his eyes. "Did he hurt you? Did somethin' happen?" He asked, his eyes searching her face for answers as she dropped his gaze.

"Peggy, please," he said softly.

She felt his fingers under her chin, tilting her head up so that she would look at him.

Her eyes filled with tears as they met his sad blue ones that were screaming concern, begging her to tell him.

"He didn't hurt me. I hurt him. We-," she took a shaky breath. "We broke up."

"He must think I'm so stupid. Stupid Peggy crying over a stupid breakup because some stupid man had to waltz back into her stupid little life," she thought angrily.

She watched as Steve's face soften, any traces of anger leaving his face and being replaced by something that she knew too well. Something that was the reason behind why she was there with him. Something that had made it impossible to move on and be with someone else. Something that would always bring them back together.

Love.

Steve pulled Peggy into a tight her, holding her as a fresh batch of tears started falling. She buried her face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him.

The waft of his subtle aftershave, mixed the smell of a book when you just opened it and the coffee he had just made created a smell so simple, but yet pleasant and homey  that you could get lost in it forever and not give two hoots. It was Steve.

He held her against his chest, rubbing comforting circles on her back to calm her down. Slowly her arms wrapped wrapped around his middle, her head resting against his chest, level with his heart so that she could listen to it beat. She felt Steve rest his chin on her head, squeezing her against they as they sat on the couch. Their coffees lay on the table, long forgotten.

"It's gonna be okay, Peg. I promise. I've got you," he cooed in her ear, his fingers running along her back, unknowingly send goosebumps across her body.

-
After a while, Peggy sat up slightly, wiping her face, trying to rid it of the newly formed mascara tracks, but she knew she wasn't doing a good job.

She felt a hand on her arm and turned to see that Steve had sat up too, a small smile on his face. He pulled her hands away from face, replacing them with his own feather light touch as she wiped away the mascara streaks. Her breath hitched in her throat as he touched her skin, his caring touch making her wish it would never end.

Peggy kept her eyes on Steve's as his fingers brushed her cheekbones softly, leaving her skin tingling from his touch. His eyes met hers as his hand moved to cup her cheek, his other returning to his side. His blue eyes shone brightly as she looked up at him, illuminating the green flecks that swam through them.

Her eye flicked down to his lips, his gorgeous full lips, which were tilted up in a slight smile, making them even more irresistible. She let her eyes traveled down to his jawline, back up across his nose, across the curve of his cheekbones and back to his eyes.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered with so much love, Peggy felt her heart melt in her chest as a smile tugged at her lips.

"Thank you," she said, a slight blush forming in her cheeks.

She bit her lip slightly to stop herself from giggling like a hormonal teenage girl, as she looked down at her hands.

"Don't do that," Steve said with a sigh, while Peggy's hands played with her sleeve.

"Do what?"

"Bite your lip," he said, his eyes on her lips.

"Why?" She asked with a grin, already know what the answer was.

Steve chuckled and leaned in, resting his forehead against hers.

"You know why."

Peggy shook her head slightly, her smile only widening when she saw how much his pupils her dilated.

"Don't do it, Peg. Please. You're not ready. I won't be able to stop myself," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving her lips.

"I'm sorry," she said holding back laughter. "Don't do what exactly?"

She bit her lip again.

Suddenly, Steve lifted her chin up, bringing their lips together. He crushed his lips against her, his hands made their way to her back, pulling her closer. Peggy responded instantly, her hands going straight to his hair, running her fingers through it. She tugged in the short strands at get back of his neck, earning a quiet moan from Steve against her lips.

Their need for the other clouded all thoughts apart from this moment. Peggy needed Steve. She needed him like America needed patriotism, like Britain needed the monarchy, like Howard needed his moustache. At that moment, it didn't matter what had happened. All that matter was that she was kissing the man she loved.

Peggy pulled Steve's face even closer as Steve deepened the kiss, filling with every ounce of passion that they both craved. She sat up on her knees, not breaking the kiss, but moving closer to him so that she was practically in top of him, pressing him against the couch. His hands moved to lift her onto him when he stopped.

Steve pulled away quickly, gasping for air, a deep blush washing over his face.

"Peggy, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Steve, it's oka-"

"Don't say it's okay, Peggy because it's not. It's far from okay! You just broke up with your fiancé for crying out loud and here I am takin' advantage of you," he said angrily, putting his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Steve, it's okay. Hey, if anything I made it happen. Steve, look at me," Peggy said softly, her hand on his arm.

When he didn't budge, she turned him to face her and lifted his face up to look at her.

"You didn't take advantage of me," she said, looking him straight in the eyes, her gaze unwavering, telling him it was the truth.

"I'm so sorry, Peg."

"Shh. There's no reason to be sorry. I kissed you back remember? I was the one who tried to sit on you," she said with a laugh. "Thank you though."

"For what?" Steve asked, flattening down his now crazy hair, thanks to her hands.

Peggy stood up, grabbing the two now cold cups of coffee and bringing them to the sink. She turned back to look at him, a sweet smile on her face.

"For being a gentleman."

-
Steve and Peggy had spent most of their late afternoon and evening just talking about what Steve had missed and reminiscing on old memories and spending time together as they sprawled out on his couch.

"Steve?" Peggy asked, taking a sip from her third coffee.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still draw?"

She watched as his eyes brightened slightly at the mention of drawing. Peggy couldn't help but smile at his excitement towards it.

"Yeah, I do. Howard had that cabinet stocked with everything I would need when I moved in," Steve said with a beaming smile, as he pointed to the cabinet to his right.

"Oh, that was very kind if him," she said, her gaze moving to the cabinet. "So, what have you been drawing? If you don't mind my asking."

"No, course not." He glanced down at his hands, before looking back to her. "I can show you if you'd like?"

"If love that," she said, setting her cup down on the table.

Peggy watched while Steve stood up and hurried into what she presumed was his bedroom, before returning with a smile on his face. He handed her a leather bound book as he reclaimed the seat beside her. Peggy felt his eyes on her as she opened the book.

Her eye widened as she turned the pages, taking in the drawings; the skyline, the waterfall and the others. She was speechless. They were phenomenal. They were so perfect that they could easily have been pictures, but they were better. Steve managed to capture an elegant beauty in his draws, each stroke of his pencil, adding more depth than should have been possible to each picture.

Peggy looked up at Steve in complete awe as she smiled.

"These are so beautiful, Steve," she whispered before turning back to the book.

She looked at the sketches over and over again, getting captured in the details.

"There is this one sketch that I've been meanin' to do for a while, but haven't had the chance. I think it could knock all the others outa the ball park," he said, watching her face for a reaction.

Peggy flicked through the pages again, not believing that anything could beat them.

"What do you want to draw?" She asked, her eyes flickering to him.

He had a glint in his eyes as he took the book from her hands, not answering her question, but keeping eye contact.

"May I?" He asked.

Peggy furrowed her eyebrows, before allowing her gaze to drop to his hands, seeing the sketchbook on a fresh page and a pencil in his hands.

"Me. He means me." She thought.

Peggy was stunned, she looked from his hands to his face and back again, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

"You want to draw me?" She asked after a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yeah, Peg. I do," he said with a chuckle.

"Alright. Knock yourself out," she said trying to shrug off her shock and act casual, but on the inside she was a giggling mess, her heart melting in her chest.
-

After a few minutes if Steve telling Peggy to relax, to act natural, she threw up her hands in exasperation.

"You try acting natural while having someone stare intently at you as they draw you. It's not a bloody walk in the park." She sighed. "Can I have a page, please?" She asked, motioning towards the sketchbook.

"Yeah, sure," she said, flicking to the back of the book to get one. "What for?"

"Well, if you want me to act natural, I need to be doing something other than posing, so I'm going to make something," she said, holding out her hand as Steve ripped one out.

He chucked, handing it to before getting back to work.

Peggy started making her creation, folding the edges slowly, trying to get it work perfectly and also to waste more time.

She heard Steve laugh as he creation started taking shape, causing her to look up and shoot him and death glare before focusing back on the page.

When Peggy was finished, she picked up her creation, throwing it at Steve as he relaxed from his drawing position. As it hit his shoulder, he wore an exaggerated expression of shock and hurt. They both burst out laughing, laughing at Steve and then at each other laughing.

"I'm done," Steve said with a small laugh, as their laughter died down.

Peggy snatched the book from where it sat in his lap and looked at the drawing. She couldn't help the massive smile that broke out on her face. It looked like someone had taken a picture of her when she had glanced up at Steve, capturing the angles of her face and making her look like a model or a Hollywood actress. She looked almost angelic.

"He made me look too good."

She laughed as she noticed that Steve had included her creation in the drawing; her paper airplane.

"It's so beautiful, Steve," she said with a wide smile. "But, I think you made me look to pretty," she added with a small laugh.

"I just draw what I see, Peg," he said, return in her smile as he stood up to stretch, before walking to the kitchen.

Peggy blushed, tearing her eyes away from his perky behind to look out the window. Peggy stood up suddenly, moving to look out it.

It was dark.

"Oh my giddy aunt," Peggy said, looking down at her watch. It was 10:30pm.

"What? Last time I checked it was five o'clock!"

"Steve," she said looking up to meet his gaze. "It's 10:30."

"What?" He looked up at the clock behind her. "Holy Mackerel," he said, drawing out his "o"s.

"It's late. I should probably go," Peggy said, moving back towards the couch and putting on her coat.

As she pulled on her coat, she saw Steve moving to the coat rack, pulling in his jacket.

"Steve, you don't need to come, you know."

"I know, but I want to make sure you get home safe," he said, zipping up his jacket. "And I think this is yours," he added, taking her black coat off the coat rack.

"Oh, thank you," she said, taking it and putting it over her arm. "When did you get it?"

"Last night. I went back to Murphy's and got them."

"Well, thank you, Steve. That was very kind of you," she said smiling up at him.

"You're welcome. Now, come on. Let's get you home," he said grabbing his keys and opening the door.

"Alright then, Captain," she whispered as she walked past him and out of the apartment, a grin on her face.
-

The cab ride couldn't have gone by faster. Peggy felt like they had just climbed in, said a few things about their lives before the war and then they were pulling up outside her apartment.

Steve climbed out first to let Peggy out and asked the driver to wait before walking her to the door.

"Thank you for today, Steve. I really needed it," she said with a small smile.

"It's my pleasure, Peg. And I'm sorry about earlier-"

"Don't be. I know I'm a bit all over the place, but I don't regret it," she said, her smile widening. "I like you, Stevie," she said, booping his nose in his name.

"I like you too, Peg," he said with a smile that made Peggy's knees weak.

"Goodnight," she said, kissing his cheek, before opening the door.

"Goodnight," he said, flashing her another smile, before walking down the steps and climbing into the cab.

Peggy sighed happily as she walked inside, a smile fixed on her face even as she fell asleep.

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I can't believe I've written fifteen chapters already! Thanks so much for all your lovely comments and votes. They honestly make my day.

I hope you enjoyed the pure fluffiness of this chapter. It's my first time ever writing a chapter that's just fluff so please let me know what you think.