Avenger Stories

Steggy

-|- 1943 -|-

Steve lay propped up against the wall coughing up blood. He had been shot several times and was slowly bleeding out.

Steve looked down at the blood on his glove stained hand. He started to drift in and out of consciousness when he heard someone coming.

"No... no... no. Steve hang in there."

Peggy sent the soldier she was with to get help.

"It's ok,"

Peggy sat down and held Steve in her arms.

"Please hang in there."

"I'm sorry peggy," Steve started to play with Peggy's hair," im going to need a rain check on that dance."

"a week next friday at the stork club."

"you know i still dont know how to dance."

"thats ok. ill teach you. just be there."

steve started to cough up blood,"you look beautiful."

"dont go there steve."

go there?" steve smiled and showed his blood stained teeth then coughed up more blood, "will have the band play something slow" steve placed his hand on Peggy's face,"i'm sorry."

"I love you."

"i love you too"

Tears fell from both of there eyes.

"i'd hate to step on your," steve was gone.

Peggy sat there holding Steve's lifeless body crying. The man she loved is gone. the world was never going to be the same.