Chapter Two: We Had A Date
Doctor Who/Captain America Crossover
Spoilers for the film (if you still haven’t seen it omfg).
The long-awaited sequel to I Was Warned About You
“But sir, I have a responsibility to the crown and to this country—”
Winston Churchill rounded on the young agent in a huff, and ash from his cigar floated to the ground, narrowly missing her perfectly polished heels.
“Agent Carter,” he began, with all the sternness of an oversized teddy bear, “the Doctor has just invited you onto the TARDIS. I can’t even boast that! You don’t say no to things like these. You’ll hardly be missing this damned bunker, and if it kills you that much, he can bring you back to five minutes ago, so you wouldn’t have missed a thing! Isn’t that right, Doctor?”
The Doctor grinned, elbowing Amy sharply in the ribs when she was about to speak, surely regarding the inaccuracy of the TARDIS and its landings. “I’ll have Peggy back safe and sound and whole, Winston.”
“See!” he roared, delighted. “Now go on, young lady. If the Doctor says it’s urgent, it must bloody well be so! Don’t keep him waiting any longer than you already have. And that’s an order.”
Peggy bit her lip before replying. “Yes, sir.”
The ride back to 2011 was an eventful one - especially to Amy, who chose to stand back and watch as the Doctor blustered and floundered around a cool and collected Peggy Carter. At one point, she was sure that Peggy was flying the TARDIS better than the Doctor was… until he swatted her hands away from the toggles and grabbed hold… sending the TARDIS lurching forth, and Amy toppling to the ground.
“Maybe you should let Peggy fly. She’s a natural,” Amy groaned, rubbing the shoulder she had just slammed into the railing.
The Doctor made no reply, and Amy ended up shooting Peggy a dark look for her trouble.
“It amazes me just how much power lies in the hands of a bow tie-wearing child,” Peggy muttered, clearly concerned at how things were going.
At that, the Doctor grinned broadly, looking up at them both. “Thank you.”
Amy groaned again. This was going to be a long trip.
“You sure this is a good idea?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes, resting his back against the TARDIS door. “What’s wrong, Pond? Afraid we’ll muck up the Temporal Prime Directive?”
“What?” Amy looked lost.
“Haven’t you ever watched… you know. Bald man in space. Make it so,” he commanded, his voice deepening. “Engage, Numbah One.”
Amy looked at the Doctor as though he sprouted three heads.
He sighed, disappointed. “What happened to quality? Now all you lot just watch that New Jersey Shoreline show.”
“I DO NO—”
“Point is,” The Doctor said, silencing her indignant response, “this is fine. This is good. And… this needed to happen.”
Amy grinned. “You’re a romantic sap.”
The Doctor didn’t say no. “Just look at him, Pond. Like a lost puppy, that.” He nodded towards the man standing before them.
Steve Rogers was pacing back and forth a few yards away from where they stood, a bouquet of flowers in one hand while the other was shoved into his pocket. His breaths were shallow and nervous, and every noise coming from the TARDIS made his head dart up. In the time they were there, he had asked Amy a total of seven times if he’d looked all right.
Amy continued to marvel at just how clueless Steve was of his own appearance, of his own charm, and she was just about to tell him to stop fussing with his collar when the TARDIS door opened, and out came the familiar, commanding voice of Agent Peggy Carter.
Steve’s heart stopped.
“Doctor, I can’t possibly see why it was necessary to make me dress like this! My uniform would serve perfectly fine and—”
“I asked him to ask you to wear it.”
Peggy looked up then, searching for the source of the words, and the clutch in her hand fell to the ground at the sight of him. In an instant, Steve’s face had gone and matched the colour of her crimson dress.
“Hi, Peggy,” he finally managed to say, scratching his nape. “You look… you look great.”
“S—Steve,” she breathed, and fresh tears threatened to spill down her cheeks all over again. Turning around, she glared at the Doctor. “You said there was an urgent mission.”
The Doctor’s smile was ridiculously wide. “This is the urgent mission, Agent Carter.”
“I’m over seventy years late as it is,” Steve murmured, slowly approaching her, and he held up the small bouquet. “I think I owe you a date.”
Though she took the bouquet from him, Peggy didn’t look away from him for a second. It was as though she feared he might disappear all over again.
When she finally found her voice to speak, she smiled; she didn’t trust herself to do much else. “You owe me much, much more than that, soldier.”
“I’m glad you came,” he said, and Peggy didn’t even realise a tear had rolled down her cheek until he dared to cup her face, wiping it away with his thumb.
Peggy’s brow furrowed as she leaned into his touch. “H—how? I thought… we all thought you had…”
“It’s a long story that I can tell you over dinner and a dance,” came Steve’s reply, and his smile was so sheepish that Peggy couldn’t help but laugh. “…is that a yes?”
“Of course it’s a yes,” she sighed, replying without a moment’s hesitation.
At that, Steve looked past her, at the crazy man with the blue box and his spitfire companion. “How long can she stay?”
“You lot,” he murmured, shaking his head, “always thinking about spans of time and beginnings and ends. Futures and pasts. I suggest… stop thinking of ‘when’ and ‘how long’, and just live in the now, Steve Rogers.”
The Doctor couldn’t help but grin, then, when Steve heeded his advice. Without another word, he pulled Peggy close and found her lips with his in a kiss.
“I hope you don’t mind if I stay awhile,” Peggy whispered against his mouth. Her arms were thrown about his neck, and she realised then that the only other time she felt as right as that moment was when she was accepted into His Majesty’s service. The sight of his eyes lighting up as his arms held her was enough to make her kiss him all over again.
“Mind? Why would I mind?” Steve sighed, incredulous, and he reveled in the feeling of her cheek pressed against his chest as he hugged her tighter. “I’m gonna be needing all the dance lessons I can get.”