I hope you like everyone's reactions. Thank you for all the reviews. I cannot tell you how happy they have made me! As a thank you, have the final chapter.

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"You don't get to ask him questions." Steve snarled. He then moved like a hurricane, slamming his shield into the man's face and spinning around to punch the gun holder behind Peter, taking advantage of Peter's low height.

Steve strategically knocked Peter to the ground, hoping he didn't push too hard and then threw his shield like a Frisbee, knocking one or two soldiers down at a time before letting it fly again.

Guns were being fired but also being dropped. Most of them had completely forgotten about their prisoners who knelt at their feet. The commandoes and Peggy latched onto any weapon that came to close and began joining in the fight from the ground.

Steve was sort of enjoying himself in a nostalgic sort of way. He didn't like that Peter was in danger, but he always seemed to be anyway. He didn't like that Peggy or any of his old comrades were in danger either but they signed up for this. He did like fighting with them again and he was angry. Not Hulk angry, but pissed off in an over-protective parent sort of way, and he was not holding that back.

It took mere minutes for all the enemy soldiers to fall. Peter had known he would be useless and had stayed down, covering his head for protection. When the gun shots died down he lifted his head and saw Steve standing protectively beside him.

Steve heard shifting down by his feet and fell to his knees, helping Peter into a sitting position. The teen was covered in dirt and twigs laced his hair.

Steve grabbed his shoulders, looking the boy in the eyes.

"Don't scare me like that." He said. His voice had wavered but Peter still nodded as if it were an order. Steve pulled the boy into a strong hug and felt as it was returned.

"Blow my bollocks, it is Cap!" called a voice.

In all his relief at seeing Peter, he didn't notice his lover and friends standing off to the side. He looked up and saw the wavy hair and bright red lipstick.

"Peg?" he croaked. He slowly released Peter from his crushing hug and made his way to Peggy.

Peggy wasn't sure if she wanted to hit the American icon or kiss him. He had left her. Instead, she stayed stock still and watch as he slowly approached.

He moved his hand to her cheek, scared it was all an illusion. She gripped his hand and laughed in delight, tears of joy leaping out of her eyes. Steve pulled her into a hug. He heard Peter walking closer, probably feeling awkward. He looked up and saw the teen was in reaching distance. Yanking Peter's arm, he was pulled into a three way hug.

"I see you've gotten soft over the year's Cap." Came a shout. Steve huffed and raised a finger in that direction.

Sadly that broke the moment of the hug and Steve wiped away Peggy's tears. Peter quickly looked away when they shared an intimate kiss. Wolf whistles filled the forest followed by laughter.

Steve's hands then roamed downwards and felt the bump on her stomach. He looked in her eyes in shock and Peggy started laughing at his face.

"I hear it's a she." Peggy said when Steve couldn't speak.

Steve glanced at Peter and Peggy nodded in confirmation. Steve dropped to his knees and stared at the bump.

"I think she can hear us." Peggy prompted.

"Hi baby," he murmured. "You won't know me but I'm your pa. You have an amazing mama. She's my best girl so you got to keep her safe and happy. Know that I love you both."

Steve then kissed Peggy's clothed stomach before climbing to his feet and kissing Peggy on her forehead. He then pulled Peter into a one armed hug and kissed the top of the teen's head.

Soon he was assaulted by his old friends. They all patted him on the back and dragged him into manly hugs. They had let him have his lovey dovey moment but now it was their turn.

"We didn't believe the kid at first." Falsworth said when it was his turn.

"Oh, Pete is a terrible liar," Steve joked earning an elbow in the ribs which just made him laugh.

Steve was assaulted by questions and answered all of them. He got back into the old rhythm of constant insults and fond slurs and it felt like he had never left.

Once everyone had said their hellos, asked their numerous questions and then started complaining about the cold they started heading towards where Steve told them Howard was parked, his arms wrapped around Peggy and Peter again.

"How did you get here?" Peter asked finally.

"The man who broke in, Degaton, gave me all the equipment I needed." Steve said with a sly smile.

"Gave?" Peggy asked with a laugh.

"I may have threatened to hold him to the cell wall." Steve said innocently.

The others all looked confused.

"The prison cells at Tony's place have a clear wall so you can see and talk to the people outside. If you touch it, it hurts." Peter clarified.

"Blimey," Gabe said. "Sounds harsh."

"Yeah but think of how many people wouldn't have broken out of our grasp if we'd had it now." Steve reasoned.

The others nodded. They asked Peter about other advancements in security as they walked. Peggy and Steve were happy to just stroll along and listen, hand in hand.

The car Howard had picked was another man carrier, like the one that had crashed.

"Hello again, gents." Howard greeted.

They climbed in the back.

Steve helped Peggy in and sat with her and opposite Peter while the others piled in. The commandoes argued with Steve about the good old days and how life had changed.

"You cannot complain about grub." Jim argued.

"I'm just saying, not everything is boiled." Steve argued.

"A lot of the good stuff is processed." Peter added.

"You need to cut down on the processed rubbish, Pete." Steve poked.

"How do you know the take away wasn't processed?" Peter pointed out.

"We only get that once a week. You pile it on when we stay with Tony." Steve retorted.

The others laughed at their easy talk before deciding to talk amongst themselves.

Peter just shivered in response as the adrenaline rush wore off. His feet also started aching badly again. Steve shrugged off his jumper and handed it over, Peter gladly put it on and zipped it up.

"How are you anyway?" Steve asked Peter. "It's not like you to get cold from this chill."

"I'm walking on my own again which is an improvement." Peter said bitterly. Steve's expression went a little sour but Peter didn't know why.

Peter waited for Steve to ask why he couldn't walk but when he saw the look of understanding and concern, he had a feeling Steve already knew.

"What did he shoot me with?" Peter asked

"You remember how Bruce phoned me before the man broke in?" Peter nodded. "He called to tell me that a weapon meant to weaken me had been taken."

"Wait, some guy made a gun to stop you?" Jacques asked, deciding to join in the conversation once again.

"Weaken me, and yes, it was a team mate. Apparently it was a contingency plan." Steve said trying to hide his anger.

"But I thought Bruce said I had a greater strength than you. Surely if that thing zapped you-"

"It would probably kill me." Steve finished. "Yes, I've already talked with Tony on the matter and I have a few more choice words I want to say."

"Wait, this scrawny kid is stronger than you?" Dum Dum laughed.

"Yeah, and he clings to walls." Steve said grinning. The others weren't sure if he was being serious or not.

"And my spidey sense is on the fritz." Peter grumbled. The others just looked even more confused.

"Well, according to Tony, you'll be back to normal within a week." Steve said cheerfully.

"A week?!" Peter moaned.

"Howard," Peggy called to the front. "Where are we going?"

In the background, Peter started slumping in his seat, moaning about how unfair life was.

"To the safe house, my dear. Might as well finish the journey." Howard answered.

The group in the back went back to light mockery until they arrived. Steve, Peggy and Peter were the last to climb out. Steve jumped down and helped Peggy out first. When Peter got the edge he saw the lack of shoes and now red socks. Peter just smiled sheepishly as Steve helped him down and helped him inside.

It was a nice house but the living room was a little cramped with them all inside. Steve decided to talk to Peggy privately.

After much kissing they got around to talking. Steve talked about how strange it was, waking up in the modern world, how they had tried to ease him into it but he had seen it as a trick. How there had been endless cars, throngs of people and no shortage of bright screens.

Peggy told him about how she found out she was pregnant. She had explained the week she hadn't left her room out of mourning and then how she had all but slapped herself and was working with others to create Hydra hunting parties. There were even discussions of creating a new national security sector with the single objective of fighting the likes of Hydra and others who wished harm on the mass population. Steve had smiled knowingly but didn't give anything away.

Then Steve had a thought, not completely out of the blue, but something that had been put to the back of his mind during his time in the past.

He got on one knee and looked Peggy in the eyes.

"I know we can't be together forever," He started. "But I want to be with you while I can. I don't want our child to be an outcast, born out of wedlock* and I want to ask you this so I don't have the chance to regret it. Peggy, will you marry me."

Peggy had a short intake of breath and Steve looked a little downcast.

"I'm sorry I don't have a ring." Steve fumbled with his hands nervously.

"Yes." Peggy whispered. Steve's hearing picked it up though. He heard every letter clearly and was overjoyed.

It was agreed that they would ask Howard to help.

Before they concluded their talk, Peggy took both of Steve's hands.

"I know that you're not staying," she sighed. "And I have a feeling you're marrying me mainly for the baby-"

Steve looked like he was about to protest but Peggy raised a hand.

"- I have wanted this before you died and now I will have my chance. I can see in your eyes you're not sure about this but I want this." Peggy said. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything." Steve breathed.

"When you go back, your part will be done." Peggy said trying to sound confident. "When you wake up in the future, I will have passed and you will be a widower."

Steve hated the sound of that but Peggy stopped him from speaking, again.

"Promise me you will move on. You will have surpassed me and I want you to have a life. I have this life, with our friends," She moved their hands to her stomach. "With our family. You must promise me that you will live a life after it all. With Peter and with those who you choose to start life with again."

Steve nodded.

Steve asked to talk to Peter alone when he didn't think his voice would crack.

"What happens now?" Peter asked nervously when they both sat down.

"What do you think's going to happen?" Steve asked.

"Well, I've got to go back at some point and-"

"I've got to go back too, Pete." Steve said softly. Peter looked at him blankly.

"I thought you might want to st-stay?" Peter pressed.

"I do," Steve admitted. "But my place is not here, it's with you. And I don't regret that. I'm not forcing myself to choose between you and Peggy. Peggy has her family and friends here. In our time, I have you and you got me. You can't get rid of me that easy, punk."

Peter gave a soft smile and nodded.

"We'll leave tomorrow morning. I'm going to ask Howard a favour and then I'm going to bed." Steve yawned, "When we get back, we'll destroy all the time travel equipment."

"What's the favour?" Peter asked as they stood up.

"I've asked Peggy to marry me. I wanted to ask her before but couldn't, even if it's just for an hour." Steve said with a sad smile. "Now come on, bed! Before you collapse."

Peter nodded and allowed Steve to lead him to an empty bedroom. Steve helped the tired teen strip to his underwear, cataloguing each and every bruise. He saw bruises on Peter's chest in the shape of boot tips. There was also a fading blue light where he had been shot and then his horribly cut and blistered feet.

He sat with Peter, stroking his hair until the teen fell asleep. Most other boys his age would be mortified but right now, Peter didn't care.

Peggy stood outside the door.

"You really do love him, don't you?" she asked softly.

"He's a part of you. He's my family." Steve said standing up.

"Nothing I say can convince you to stay, can it?" Peggy said sadly.

"I'm sorry." Steve said shaking his head. Peggy nodded solemnly and pulled herself together.

"Howard has agreed to go out at first light and grab the priest from the nearby town. He's also going to the jewellers." Peggy huffed. "He wants to pick out our rings."

Steve laughed and followed Peggy to the bedroom they would share. It was only right they spent the night together.

"Steve," Peggy asked before falling asleep. "Why did you stay?"

"I owe my best girl a dance, it might as well be our wedding dance." Steve said kissing her goodnight.

The next morning was slow. Breakfast was quiet but everyone was happy for Steve and Peggy. Howard had left before the others woke up. He came back at around ten. In that time Peter had been taught three different card games and lost at all of them

Howard came back with a dishevelled Priest. The man looked confused but willing.

Peggy took the priest aside and explained the situation as best as she could, asking only for the bare minimal of the ceremony.

Howard pulled Steve over to his side and finally had the chance to quiz him on the world he now called home.

"I hear I have a son. Is he anything like me?"

"You do. Um…"

"So these touch pads, can clothing be worn or is it just skin contact?"

"I'm not su-"

"And internet. How does it work?"

"Peter's probably better to as-"

"Do I die old or young?"

"Well, I think you shou-"

"And my company, is my son really a peace hippy?"

"No, he's just-"

The questioning went on for an hour! Howard followed Steve around as he started preparing lunch. Using ideas and skills he picked up in the modern world, Steve tried to make a dish for his friends that was different to what they were used to. Sadly he only had a small array of food to work with.

Peter got bored of losing and decided to listen in on Steve's interrogation. Howard didn't seem to care about getting proper answers, he just wanted to get out all his questions. His mind must have been swamped with them.

Peggy finally came back with the priest and kicked Howard out of the kitchen. Instead, Howard decided to go back to questioning Peter, picking up where they were yesterday.

After Steve told everyone food was almost ready, Howard lowered his voice and fiddled around his pocket.

"I've shown these to your gran – great grandparents but I thought you should hold them in the ceremony." Howard said pulling a small, blue, velvet covered box out of his pocket.

Peter took it and looked inside. There were two shiny silver rings rested inside, snugly fitted into the box and held there by alcoves that held them in place. Peter gently picked one of the rings up and studied it. On the front he saw the word 'love'. He felt more carvings inside and had a look.

"Through the ages." He muttered softly.

"I thought it fit." Howard shrugged.

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't think Starks did emotional stuff." Peter said sceptically.

"And I didn't know time travel was possible." Howard countered.

Steve called them over for lunch breaking off any further conversation. There were loud thuds as the soldiers all got to their feet and made their way to collect a plate.

Sadly the table was only small, it could fit a maximum of five people around its circular surface. Peggy led the priest over to the table and they dug in. The others shifted arm chairs and sofas or sat on the floor so that they sat in a dysfunctional circle.

Peggy finished first followed by Steve. They both abandoned the living room to go into separate rooms and make themselves vaguely more presentable. The others got up and started cleaning up. Jacques pushed Peter out the room and the teen followed after Peggy. He knocked on her door.

"Come in." Came the call.

Peter walked in and saw Peggy trying to get creases out of her army blazer with vigorous rubbing.

"Do you need a hand?" Peter asked, watching the frustration increase on Peggy's face.

"That's sweet," Peggy said, giving up her task and smiling at Peter. "But don't worry about me."

Peter just rolled his eyes and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"I may be a guy, but I do know that most girls like a bit of fuss and pampering on their wedding." Peter huffed. "You may be tough, but it's your wedding, let me help."

Peggy just gave him a sad smile and collapsed on the bed. Her hair was rumpled, she'd removed her make up last night and had no spare and her clothes were torn and muddy even though she did her best to remove it.

"You said this is a safe house right?" Peter asked.

Peggy only nodded.

"How many people have used it?" He questioned, making a quick inspection of the beige coloured room. There was a double bed, a mirror with a small dressing table and a chest of drawers.

"Oh, probably quite a few." Peggy shrugged.

"Then they probably left something behind." Peter said, moving into action.

He started rummaging through the drawers and found a variety of clothing. Most of it was military and the bottom two draws held only weapons. His most successful find was a clean white shirt in a ladies small which looked like it would fit Peggy perfectly.

Peter chucked it onto the bed and went through any and all drawers he could find before excusing himself and taking a large men's shirt into Steve's room. He barged in and found Steve attempting to clean out the stains from the shirt he had worn to the past.

Steve looked up at the intruder and got a face full of white.

"Try this." Peter said before he got to work examining all the draws in here. This room had a wardrobe which Peter eagerly opened. Inside it had a mix of trousers and skirts. Although many were military material, Peter felt he hit jackpot when he found a soft, knee length, black skirt. He also found a belt and a fresh pair of tights.

Steve walked over and started looking at the trousers. Peter left him inspecting the range of sizes and headed into the bathroom. There was a brush and some left over lipstick and face powder. Peter had seen Gwen with some of this stuff and a make-up brush. He found one with a thick handle and chunks of the brush missing but it would do.

He then went back into Peggy's room and found the woman attempting to flatten her hair with her hand and brush through it with her fingers.

Peter dumped his findings on the bed. Peggy wandered over and inspected the lipstick. She opened and closed it before moving onto the powder and then the skirt. Testing it up against her waist, Peggy did some twirls and then looked up at Peter. She held the skirt in one hand and rushed up to him.

"Thank you." She whispered, pulling him into a tight hug.

Peter averted his eyes while she put on the skirt and tights and then pulled the woman over to the bed. Peggy could still see into the mirror and began applying lipstick with practiced delicacy. Peter then picked up the brush and started doing his best to untangle his great grandmother's knotty hair.

"You seem to know what you're doing." Peggy laughed, picking up the powder and make up brush.

"What? With a hair brush?" Peter asked. "Even I use one occasionally."

Peggy just laughed again and Peter understood.

"I've watched my girlfriend try to get ready sometimes. She fusses about the place and tries to look nice." Peter explained. "I think it's silly, to me, she always looks gorgeous."

"So you tell her to sit down?" Peggy asked, completely interested in the modern way of romance.

Peter just laughed.

"Not when she's in that state, no. I slyly suggest she stops and then expertly manoeuvre her to the chair in her room." Peter said. "I give her a brush and let her take out her frustration that way before trying to find what she might want. It's normally just putting away a bunch of stuff she pulled out and saying 'you would look great in this'."

"And what does she say?" Peggy probed.

"Well, sometimes she agrees, compliments my fashion sense and gets changed. Or she laughs," Peter put a high pitched voice. "Oh, Peter, you're a disaster."

Peggy coughed as she tried to hold in her laughter.

"Other times she throws her brush at me and tells me to wait outside." Peter shrugged.

"Tells you?" Peggy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"More like orders," Peter nodded at the memory. "And I tend not to argue. When she gets like that it's best to do what she says."

Peggy smiles warmly at Peter in the mirror and he smiles back.

Once her hair is done, Peter tells Peggy all about Gwen. He tells her the embarrassing tale of when they first spoke, how she thought he might be brain damaged and his embarrassing flusters and stutters did not help. Then he explained how he had dated her and when she had first met the team. He even explained about the completely mortifying time that she had screamed at him when he had first moved into the tower.

Peggy's nerves had calmed with every tale and soon she didn't feel so scared about marrying Steve. Yes, it meant she would lose him, but this way, he was hers, for as long as she lived and, as it seemed, beyond.

Peter quickly excused himself when Gabe came upstairs and told everyone they needed to be ready soon. He walked into Steve's room and found his great grandfather studying himself in the mirror.

"You ready?" Peter asked.

Steve's head spun round. He hadn't noticed Peter come in.

"How do you look so calm?" Steve asked grumpily.

"It's not my wedding." Peter pointed out with a smile.

Steve huffed and tried to make his short hair look styled. Of course it didn't do much and he gave up shortly after.

Peter walked over and put a warm hand on Steve's arm.

"It's going to be fine." He said softly.

Steve turned around and looked proudly at Peter.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this, Peter." Steve said. "I'm sorry you're hurt and I'm sorry you had to be scared."

Peter wanted to say something but Steve just cut him off.

"But I don't regret this happening." Steve finished. "I don't regret you meeting my friends, and I don't regret this."

Peter smiled back and wrapped his arms around the older man.

"Thanks for coming for me." Peter mumbled.

"I always will."

Gabe came up to collect them both. Steve went down first after ruffling Peter's matted hair. Peter went to check on Peggy quickly and gave himself a quick go with the brush. It just caused Peggy to grin when his hair stood on end more. He gave up and led the way to the living room. Everything had been moved. All of the chairs were on the sides while the priest stood at the end of the room, next to the table. He had a cross placed next to him and was talking to Steve. The others were sat on the floor like school children. They all stopped and stood when Peggy came in.

Ignoring the formalities of music and an aisle, Peggy walked through the clump of men and stood by Steve. Peter followed after, double checking that he still had the rings with him.

Peggy looked beautiful. Steve obviously thought so too.

It was a quick ceremony. The couple both shed tears and the furniture was moved even further to the side so the couple could dance. Jacques tuned into the radio just as a slow song started playing.

The others formed a ring around the couple and watched as the seventy year old fossil and his now wife shared their long awaited dance. Dum Dum had tried to wolf whistle but Peter had elbowed him. When the next song came on, Dum Dum dragged Peter onto the dance floor and spun the teen around, just to annoy him. In the end it became a big joke and everyone was having a great time.

It turned out, Howard had also found a camera and the priest took a few photos of the couple, the couple with Peter and then the entire group.

Too soon it was time to say goodbye. Steve handed Peter the camera and made him grip Steve's arm so that they touched skin to skin. Steve set the dials so they would arrive on the same day he left.

"Remember," Steve said finally, "You're all heroes in the future."

"So they don't remember the drinking and gambling?" Dum Dum said, attempting a joke. Steve let out a breathy laugh.

"Bye guys," Peter waved. "Bye Grandma."

Then Steve pressed the button.

As the blue started spreading over their skin Steve looked at his friends and said his parting words.

"Go to the facility you found Peter at tomorrow. You'll find a gift." And then they vanished.

The next day the Howling Commandoes and Peggy made their way to the base. A man was lying near the entrance of the base unconscious with a bloody nose. He had PER DEGATON written on his forehead.

In his hand were photos. They were clear, coloured photos from the day before. There was another photo that hadn't been taken the day before. It showed Peter sitting on a blue carpet holding open an old photo album and posing dramatically as he stared at the picture. It was the same picture in her office. Written on the picture were the words 'told you so!' causing Peggy to laugh.

1960

Peggy had been sitting with her cup of tea trying to do the crossword one morning when she got a phone call. It was how she ended up wrapped in her warmest clothes standing on ice and snow. Howard was jumping with joy next to her.

Beneath their feet was a frozen Steve looking like he was sleeping.

"Leave him." Peggy ordered sadly.

"What?!" Howard shouted. "You must be joking, what about Katherine and-"

"No, Peter needs him more." Peggy said. Howard grumbled something under his breath before storming back to his jet. Peggy knelt down in the snow. She could feel her ring under her glove. She kissed her hand and pressed it into the ice.

"Look after him for me, my darling." She said.

Peggy (Rogers) Carter stood and walked away, going back to her own family.

*Back then, having a child when not married was considered strange. To the highly religious, it was an insult. I have nothing against it.

Note for Peggy: Before anyone hates on me for making Peggy feminine, she is a woman, she is getting married to the man she loves, she is allowed to stop being badass for like a day. She'll probably kick the howlies if they try to tease her about it.

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