Shall We Dance - A Steggy Fanfiction

Twenty - One

Peggy's PoV

Night had started to fall as she got into her position at Dock 13, settling herself on top of on old container, giving her protection and allowing her the perfect view of the men waiting below her.

Darkness began to cascade around the dock like a black veil, allowing her the perfect camouflage to hide her almost invisible body. The moon created an eerie glow against the calm surface of the sea, creating enough light to see, but not enough to show anyone hiding in the shadows.

Peggy kept her eyes in the seven men below her, all so caught up in their joking and messing to notice her. She kept her gun in her hands, her finger ghosting over the trigger, ready to fire at any given moment, her back up gun strapped securely to her thigh.

Her breathing was easy as she lay on top of the container, trying to keep her mind on the mission and off the man she knew she would see. The real man behind the lies. The man that she had been so close to marrying and yet really knew nothing about.

How could she have so stupid? How could she have not seen it sooner? You'd think it would be pretty obvious if your fiancé was a double agent, but it wasn't. Not when all you new was the double agent and you couldn't tell any different. This man supposedly loved her, he had helped her move on with her life, she trusted him with everything and yet he was never who he said he was. He wasn't even from the same bloody country! No, Ulrich Ormand was born and raised in Berlin according to his file, not Brooklyn.

Berlin.

But what reason had he given her to doubt him, to doubt his story. Zilch. Nada. There wasn't one. He had been loving, caring, loyal, or so it seemed. He was a Sergeant in the American Army with war medals and a whole battlefield of men to prove his identity. He had the uniform, the scars, not to mention his history with Steve. She supposed that that helped to draw her to him, acting some kind of a link to the love that she had lost. But how did he do it?.

Peggy's thoughts were left unanswered as she was snapped back to reality by the one of the Russians shouting something to the others. Despite her lack of Russian, even just looking at their reaction, Peggy could tell that it was time.

Sergeant Scott Woods, Herr Ulrich Ormand, the big HYDRA boss man was here.

A black car drove up to the dock, silencing the air as if everyone in the vicinity had been killed, but they hadn't, at least not yet. Peggy let her eyes flicker to the men, watching as the men, as still as soldier, as statues, stood to attention.

The drivers door opened, causing Peggy to lean over the edge of the container as much as she dared, knowing she was only just out of sight. She squinted against the darkness, to make out the man. He was tall and broad, his jet black hair matching the rest of his clothes as he moved to the rear door. The man opened the door and held it opened, allowing someone else out.

Out of the car stepped Scott Woods, a large winter coat wrapped around his body, making him look much shorter especially beside the tall man. As he drew nearer, Peggy could make out his brown hair which was waxed back as always, but his usually smile being replaced by a ugly scowl. He stopped just below her, where he began talking to the men, who gradually relaxed from their positions.

They spoke quickly and in hushed tones, making it impossible for Peggy to catch anything but a bunch of 'ja's, 'da's, 'nein's and 'net's as the men swapped from German to Russian and back, all seemingly depending on Scott's preference in each moment.

Within two minutes of sighs, shuffling and stutters, Peggy saw Scott step back, a small package in his hand as he looked from it to the man and back.