《Distraction》Stab me
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'I..I really don't think I can...' Peggy starts to stutter.
'I know you have a vial of it hidden somewhere Peggy, give it to me' You say bluntly.
'How do you even know that?!' Peggy asks in disbelief.
You laugh. A smirk spreading across your face. 'I didn't. But now I do'
Peggy crosses her arms over her chest to try and act confident. 'Daisy...'
'Peggy. I'm not asking for your fucking permission. Okay? I'm doing this. Give it to me!'
'Okay' Peggy nods slowly. 'Okay. But first. Tell me why'
'What?'
'Why do you want the serum, give me your honest reason and I'll do it'
'Peggy'
'Please. I need to know why if I'm going to have to administer it to you'
You take a deep breath and look up at her. 'You and Howard....you were childhood sweethearts right? Inseparable. Madly in love...'
Peggy gulps and immediately dips her head down. 'Yes'
'Well, it was never like that with me and Steve. We kept our feelings closeted. Until you came along and...'
'I know what I did was wrong okay?! No need to keep reminding me every chance you get. As if I haven't already paid the price. I lost my life's work because of that reckless moment' Peggy breaks, you hear the sincerity in her voice and you take a breath.
'Well. Once me and Steve realised that the feelings were mutual, it became serious fast. We are head over heels for eachother. Planned our future...the life we want to share together...everything. But...'
Peggy swallows as she realises. 'You can't have that. Can you? The side effects of the serum means that Steve won't age at the same rate as you'
You nod slowly as tears run down your cheek. 'He hasn't realised it yet though and I..' You start to sob. You look down at your ring, shining beautifully on your finger. 'I can't live in a world without him. He might be America's Captain now, but he's my Steve forever'
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Peggy rushes to your side. Surprising you by holding you close. 'I'll help you' She whispers. 'I'll give you the serum'
'Really?' You look at her hopeful.
'Really'
'Thankyou....'
Peggy takes a breath before heading to the big locked cabinet behind her and pulling out a small trinket box. She brings it back to you and uses the key chained around her neck to open it.
You stare at the vial as Peggy holds it in her hands. Taking the cap off and revealing the needle.
'Okay. You should lie down for this' She instructs you.
You make your way over to the emerald green velour sofa and lie yourself down but keep your head propped up on a cushion.
'What do you think Steve will say, when he realises?' Peggy asks you.
You think for a moment. Taking in all possibilities. 'Doesn't matter. We'll have forever and a day to figure it out'
Peggy inches the needle closer to you and you flinch.
'You need to remain still Daisy'
'Will I be able to have kids?'
'What?'
'Will me and Steve be able to conceive. What would be the likelihood of...'
'I'm unsure. I would have to run tests. But it's possible the baby could absorb some of the serum...'
'Would it be dangerous?'
'I really wouldn't know'
'And if I...if I got you your job back, would you have the resources to find out?'
'It's possible I could'
'Okay' You exhale. 'Stab me'
Peggy let's out a nervous laugh and you watch.
'Sharp scratch' Peggy says as the needle pierced your skin. You remain as still as you possible can as the liquid slowly starts to course through you.
'P...Peggy...'
'Hold on Daisy. Nice slow breathes'
'P...P...'
'Daisy? Stay with me. It's okay!'
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