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⍟ 𝟣𝟫𝟦𝟦, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 ⍟

THE STORK CLUB IN LONDON was busy on the evening of December 18, 1944. The Howling Commandos had taken a night off of planning their raids to spend a relaxing night in the London bar. Steve had a plan for Marta that night, and only Thomas, Peggy, Howard and Bucky knew of it.

Both Peggy and Howard were joining the Howling Commandos at the Stork Club, and Peggy was put in charge of preparing Marta. The blonde woman had no idea why Peggy was helping to doll her up, but she didn't want to turn down a chance to spend time with her friend.

"Am I allowed to ask why you're doing this?" Marta questioned as Peggy pinned up a section of her curled blonde hair. She took a drink from her glass of champange, which she had found in the depths of Howard's lab.

Peggy shook her head, finishing with Marta's hair, using the clip that Winnifred gave Marta. "It's good to be surprised every once in a while. Especially when it might have something to do with your lovely boyfriend." Peggy winked, fluffing the rest of Marta's hair over her shoulders.

Marta furrowed her brows, pouring herself another glass of champange. "What did Steve do?" She asked as Peggy freshened up her own hair.

"I am afraid I can't tell you." Peggy smiled, and Marta stood, downing her drink. It was only her fifth, so she wouldn't begin to feel even remotely intoxicated for several drinks.

Marta smoothed out her dark green dress that reached above her knees and accentuated the natural curves of her body. She wore her typical heels, and as she reached to pick up her lipstick, she found a folded up note taped to the bottom of it.

'I can't wait to see you this evening. I love you —Steve ఌ'

Marta folded the note back up with a smile on her face, placing it on her pillow before she stood, finding Peggy just about ready to go. "Let's go see what Captain America has planned, shall we?" She said, handing Peggy to her coat and gesturing to the door.

Peggy put her coat on and walked out of Marta's room as Marta grabbed her flask, the two women moving through the SSR towards the streets of London. Marta missed Brooklyn and her family more than she thought she would, and she found herself desperate to see her little sister. Bucky had that planned.

Steve sat on a barstool between Thomas and Bucky. Elizabeth and Andy, Thomas's fiance and son were with the men, the young baby babbling in his father's arms. Rebecca sat on Bucky's right, a drink in her hand. She had recently turned twenty-one, and was ecstatic when Bucky asked her to come to London for a special evening.

"I'm really nervous. Is it normal to be this nervous?" Steve asked, his leg bouncing up and down. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily.

Bucky chuckled. "Steve, she's gonna say yes. She loves you, you know that." The brother said, peering at the ring in Steve's hand. It was his mother's wedding ring, and he had kept it for Marta.

"I know the look Marta gets when she really loves something. It's the same as how she looks a fighter jet." Thomas said, his fiance taking their son into her arms.

Steve chuckled. "That makes me feel important." He said sarcastically, putting the ring in his pocket.

Bucky had an arm around Rebecca, who had dressed herself up for the occasion. "Word of advice, though. Don't do it in the middle of the bar. Make it private. She doesn't like attention like that." Rebecca said, though he knew Steve was aware of this.