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Peggy entered her quaint 3-bedroom house, ready to relax and just see her husband and kids after a long day of running SHIELD. She flopped down on her couch, believing that at the moment, this was the comfiest couch she had ever sat on in her life.
Peggy was able to rest for maybe a minute before she realized there was something wrong. The house was oddly quiet. The usual sounds of their kids, Linda Carter-Sousa and Steven Carter-Sousa, weren’t present. They were supposed to be with Daniel all day since he hadn’t been feeling well, so he had taken a sick day.
“Daniel?” she called to her husband.
“Yes, honey?” he replied, walking out of their bedroom. He planted a kiss on her forehead as he stopped right behind her.
“Where are the kids?” She craned her neck around to see Daniel’s face filled with terror.
“I thought you were watching the kids,” he said, his voice rising in urgency.
Peggy immediately shot out of the couch like a speeding bullet. “No, I had to go to work today, and I thought that since you were staying home today that you would watch the kids. I told you that before I left.”
“Peg, I was half-asleep when you left,” Daniel retaliated. “How was I supposed to comprehend that? Also, when I woke up, they weren’t here, so I assumed you had taken them to work.”
“What do you mean they weren’t here?” Panic was consuming Peggy, her mind going to the worst possible conclusion. Someone had kidnapped Steven and Linda in between the time Peggy left for SHIELD and Daniel woke up. She knew it was a danger to have kids with both of them having high-risk jobs, and now it had paid off in the worst way possible.
But there was no signs of a forced entry anywhere. Someone had to have picked the lock. Someone had to—
Just then, the door open. Peggy, paranoid already, drew her gun from her purse and aimed it at the door only to see—
Angie was ushering Steven and Linda into the door, all three holding dripping ice cream cones. By the look of it, Linda had pushed her strawberry ice cream in her younger brother’s face, and Steven was not happy about it.
Relief rushed through both Peggy and Daniel at the sight of them.
“Hey Peg, Danny-boy,” Angie said. “Sorry that I stole the kids away. They needed a little Auntie Angie love today, and I thought since Peggy was busy and Daniel was sick, you wouldn’t mind.”
“We don’t mind, Angie,” Daniel replied, ruffling Steven’s curly hair. “Just next time leave a note.”