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Peggy Carter stared at Steve Rogers, and it felt like the entire world had just knocked right off its axis.
"Rogers…" Her voice caught, a fragile, shaky sound. "Am I… actually young?"
Steve didn't answer right away. He couldn't. The look on his face said everything his words couldn't manage. His jaw was slack, his wide blue eyes totally frozen in disbelief. He looked like he'd completely forgotten how to breathe.
And honestly? Peggy couldn't blame him.
She could feel it happening in real-time. This wasn't some desperate trick of her mind. It wasn't a final, cruel hallucination. It was real.
For years, her body had felt like a prison. Age had been a heavy, suffocating chain wrapped around her bones, making every single breath an uphill battle and every movement a chore. She had spent the last decade quietly, painfully waiting to fade away.
But right now? That exhaustion was just… gone.
In its place, a massive wave of heat rushed through her veins. It was electric, buzzing under her skin and flooding her muscles with pure, unadulterated strength. For the first time in decades, Peggy felt alive. Not just awake, alive in a way she thought she'd lost forever.
She felt unstoppable.
She felt strong enough to throw off the heavy blankets, leap out of bed, and take down a Hydra agent with her bare hands if she had to. God, she had missed this. She had missed the sheer power of her own body.
Her breath hitched as she brought her hands up to her face.
The thin, paper-like skin she'd grown to hate seeing in the mirror? Gone. Entirely. Her hands were smooth, firm, and warm with youth. Even the constant, dull ache in her joints had completely evaporated.
Then, she caught sight of her hair tumbling over her shoulders. It was thick and glossy. A deep, rich black. Not a single strand of gray left.
Her fingers trembled as she pressed them against her cheek. She didn't even need a mirror to know the truth. The ghost of the old woman she had become was gone, replaced by the fierce, brilliant girl she used to be.
And with that physical shift came an explosion of mental clarity. The heavy fog of old age lifted instantly, her mind snapping back to attention with the lethal, sharp precision of a master intelligence agent.
Peggy Carter dealt in facts, not fairy tales. And the evidence right in front of her was undeniable.
This was real.
Which somehow made it infinitely more terrifying.
"Peggy," Steve finally choked out. His voice was thick, practically breaking under the weight of his emotions. He couldn't look away from her if he tried. "You look… you look even younger than the day we first met."
A breathless, shaky laugh slipped past her lips. She kept her fingertips pressed tightly to her cheek, terrified that if she let go, the illusion would shatter.
"Do I really?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Don't you dare tease me, Rogers."
She tried to keep it light, trying to channel the snappy, confident woman he used to trade banter with. But Steve could hear right through it. He heard the sheer terror underneath.
It was hope. Cruel, fragile, terrifying hope.
Because a part of Peggy was still convinced this had to be a dream. A beautiful, twisted nightmare that would break the second she let herself believe in it. And deep down, she knew the truth: she wouldn't survive losing her life, and losing him, a second time.
Nick Fury stepped forward, his voice surprisingly gentle as he offered a calm smile. "Why don't you see it for yourself, Miss Carter?"
He held out a sleek, silver vanity mirror, polished so perfectly it caught the harsh glare of the room's lights. The guy had obviously prepared this in advance.
But Peggy didn't reach for it. Not right away.
Her eyes locked onto the silver glass like it was a live grenade. Because to her, it was. If she looked into that reflection and saw the same frail, wrinkled old woman she remembered, the illusion would shatter. She'd be pulled right back under, and she wasn't sure her heart could take that kind of whiplash.
For one terrifying second, she could almost feel the phantom weight of the hospital bed dragging her back down. Weak. Dying. Staring at the ceiling, just counting down her final, agonizing breaths.
"Peggy," Steve murmured, stepping closer. He knew exactly what was racing through her head. "It's okay. Trust me."
His voice was an anchor.
Peggy closed her eyes, forcing her lungs to expand, trying to ground her racing pulse. Decades of SSR training and raw discipline kicked in, overriding the panic. Her hands were still visibly trembling, but she finally reached out and took the mirror from Fury.
Even then, she couldn't bring herself to just look. Instead, she tilted the glass, letting her reflection bleed in bit by bit. First came her hair. Dark. Healthy. Thick, midnight-black strands cascaded over her shoulders just like they used to. A tiny, breathless gasp hitched in her throat.
Then came her cheek. Smooth. Firm. No age spots, no deep lines, no trace of the decades that had stolen her youth.
Her fingers clamped tightly around the silver frame. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Every analytical instinct she possessed, the sharp, objective mind that made her a legendary agent, told her the exact same thing. This wasn't a trick. The transformation was absolute.
Gathering every ounce of courage she had left, Peggy finally lifted the mirror and looked straight into her own eyes.
There she was.
The girl in the mirror was young. Striking. Sharp-eyed, elegant, and entirely alive. She wasn't a fading shadow anymore. She wasn't trapped in a body that was failing her. This was Peggy Carter in her absolute prime.
The realization hit her so hard it felt like a physical blow. Her mind went completely blank.
*Clatter!*
The mirror slipped from her completely numb fingers, smashing against the tile floor. Glittering silver shards scattered everywhere, but Peggy didn't even blink at the sound.
It was real. Every single bit of it. It wasn't a dying brain's final, beautiful hallucination. She was actually young again.
Hot, silent tears suddenly spilled over her eyelashes, tracking down her cheeks. One after another, the dam broke. Peggy sat there, crying openly in front of everyone, her shoulders shaking as decades of grief, exhaustion, and bottled-up fear finally washed away.
But they weren't sad tears. They were pure, overwhelming relief.
"See?" Steve breathed. A massive, emotional smile broke across his face, his own eyes suspiciously bright. "I told you I wouldn't lie to you."
Peggy looked up at him through blurry vision, her lips trembling.
"To be honest..." she whispered, her throat tight, "when you first told me this was possible, I didn't believe a word of it." She let out a weak, breathless laugh. "I thought you were just trying to comfort a dying old woman."
Her gaze dropped for a second as another tear fell. "I never imagined... I never even dared to dream..."
"Welcome back to the world, Miss Carter," Nick Fury said from across the room. For once, his trademark stoic mask slipped, replaced by a rare, genuine softness. "Think of this as your second chance."
Peggy turned to look at him, her chest still tight with a whirlwind of emotions.
"Thank you… truly, Nick," she said softly. Then, she shifted her gaze to the quiet agent standing right beside him. "And thank you as well, Agent Coulson."
But despite the tears still fresh on her cheeks, Peggy Carter was still Peggy Carter. Her mind was sharp, observant, and entirely impossible to fool.
She knew how the world worked. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't just hand out miracles out of the goodness of their hearts. Spy organizations always had an angle. There were always hidden deals, sacrifices, and calculated moves happening behind closed doors. Steve had almost certainly paid a massive, heartbreaking price to give her this cure.
And now, she owed the agency something way bigger than money. She owed them her entire existence.
Still… none of that changed the mind-blowing reality of right now. She was young again.
"Welcome back to active duty, Agent Carter," Coulson replied with a warm, respectful smile.
The title hit her like a physical shockwave.
Agent Carter.
Peggy froze. How many years had it been since someone had called her that? The words felt like ancient history, echoes from a completely different lifetime buried under decades of war, grief, and old memories.
Purpose.
Yet, hearing it out loud right now sparked a fire in her chest she thought had died out a long time ago.
"Well then," Fury said smoothly, cutting through the heavy atmosphere as he glanced between her and Steve. "We'll leave the two of you alone."
Say what you want about Nick Fury, but the man knew exactly when to get out of the way. Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter had been robbed of nearly seventy years together. Right now, no mission briefing or political crisis mattered more than that.
With a final nod, Fury headed for the exit. Coulson slipped out right behind him, leaving the reunited couple completely by themselves.
The door slid shut with a soft click. And suddenly, the room felt incredibly quiet.
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Home of the Devil Fruits
Miles away from the emotional hospital room, Rosh was leaning back comfortably in his executive leather chair. He rested his chin on his hand, a look of pure amusement dancing across his face.
"So that was Coulson's real reason for buying the Return-Return Fruit…"
Honestly, even he hadn't seen that one coming.
Over the last few days, Rosh had been using his Observation Haki to casually keep tabs on Steve Rogers. Captain America had basically become his personal walking ATM for Origin Points, so keeping an eye on him during his off-hours was just good business.
He definitely hadn't expected to tune into such a cinematic masterpiece of a reunion.
But now that he saw the full picture, things were getting way more entertaining.
A slow smirk spread across his face.
Peggy Carter might be a woman out of time, but her impact on the Marvel world was massive. She was Captain America's greatest love, a founding legend of S.H.I.E.L.D., and a pillar of the entire universe's history. Compared to a regular guy like Coulson, her narrative value was on a completely different level.
And the best part? She had just experienced the impossible firsthand.
She had felt the literal magic of a Devil Fruit rebuild her body from the inside out. That kind of absolute belief couldn't be bought, forced, or negotiated. It changed a person fundamentally.
Rosh could already see the dominoes falling. If Peggy Carter eventually decided to eat a Devil Fruit of her own, turning her into a full-blown superhuman would be effortless.
'And honestly? That sounded incredibly fun.'
'Captain America and Captain Carter, absolutely wrecking bad guys side-by-side in the exact same timeline?'
'Now that was a show worth watching!'
Rosh chuckled to himself, leaning further into his chair, genuinely hyped to see how this single butterfly effect was going to completely rewrite the future of the universe.
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