(Awww! I love this prompt – I love anything with Steve and the 40s. It’s so cute. Anyway, thank you so much for everything :3 I hope you like it!)
“Alllright, Captain!” the Tenth Doctor grinned, twirling around the TARDIS console. “Where are we off to today?”
Steve didn’t flinch at the TARDIS interior. He’d seen enough weird stuff in his time. He simply walked up to the console, gently touching one of the buttons. “Where do you want to go?”
“Well, I’d like to go to the Lost Moon of Poosh – excellent shops!” the Doctor ran a hand through his floppy hair thoughtfully. “Or… we could go to Kappakari 12. They have the best banana splits!” he eyed Steve for a moment. “But I can think of something even better.”
The Doctor didn’t wait for Steve’s response. He strode round the console, flicking switches and pushing buttons. The TARDIS groaned, shuddering, and they landed with a crash. Steve managed to keep on his feet, so he helped the Doctor, who had flung himself about dramatically, to stand up. The Doctor nodded his thanks and sprinted out of the door, pulling Steve with him.
They found themselves in a small, dimly lit, brown room. A large desk with a map spread out on it was in the centre of the room, a chair pushed under it. Another few maps were stuck to the wall, multicoloured pins tacked into it in various strategic positions. Steve recognised it instantly.
“This is… This is the war office.” Steve blinked. “We’re back.”
“1945.” the Doctor smiled. “The World War still rages on.”
“When I woke up, they said we won.” Steve wrung his hands.
“You did. You always win.” the Doctor nodded.
Steve walked around the office, remembering things he’d half-forgotten. Propaganda pictures of soldiers on the Front, shooting at rabid dogs, meant to represent the Germans. Steve found his attention caught by a huge poster of Captain America, with Bucky and the crew right behind him, looking proud and determined to go to war. Captain America held his trademark shield before him, saluting the audience. Steve’s arm itched for his shield. He turned back to the Doctor, who was stood by the door respectfully. Suddenly, the door swung open, and the Doctor was trapped between it and the wall. Steve’s blood ran cold.
“Excuse me, this is a private office.” a beautiful brunette frowned at Steve, glancing over him. “Why are you-”
The woman froze. “Steve?”
Steve walked forwards slowly. He looked over Peggy – she was the same as he remembered her, with a few more lines and grey hairs, possibly from stress. He’d only been gone a few years… it felt like a lifetime. It was a lifetime.
“I missed you.” Steve whispered.
Peggy strode forwards and lifted her hand, slapping Steve across the face. Steve recoiled, holding his cheek in horror, but Peggy pulled him back, kissing his lips softly. She pulled back, tears in her eyes.