She showed up.
“Peggy, I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.”
“All right. A week next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”
“I got it.”
“Eight o’clock on the dot, don’t you dare be late. Understood?”
#i think she went that night#and she stayed#for hours#telling all who approached her that she waiting for someone#watching the other couples dance#smiling softly as she reassured the bartender that her date was just a little late#that when the bar was closing and the bartender gave her her last drink#and told her how sorry he was that her friend hadn’t arrived#she’d just laughed softly#and said that’s she’d be waiting for him for the rest of her life#and as peggy carter walked out of the stork club and wiped the tears off of her cheeks#she promised herself that this would be the last night she ever lied to herself#that tomorrow she’d let herself grieve#but tonight she was content with telling herself that steve had just been a little too late#and that he had all the time in the world to make it up to her (via castielwillavengesherlock)
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