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Captain America was a man who never broke his promises.
So, the second Peggy's mind finally stopped spinning long enough to accept the absolute impossibility of being young again, she and Steve didn't waste a single breath. They headed straight for the Triskelion to confront Nick Fury.
Everything had gone exactly according to Fury's master plan. By having Coulson deliver the ultimate, life-altering favor, the Director hadn't just secured Captain America's loyalty, he'd re-enlisted Peggy Carter. And Peggy wasn't just some highly skilled asset.
She was a literal living legend.
"Nick," Steve said, stepping into Fury's private office.
"Steve. Peggy," Fury replied. He looked up from his desk, offering a rare, genuine nod of respect.
The vibe in the room had completely shifted. The usual wall of cold professionalism Fury kept up was visibly cracking. For the first time, using first names didn't feel forced; it felt earned.
"I half-expected the two of you to take a little more time for yourselves," Fury remarked, a dry, uncharacteristic thread of amusement in his voice. "You know, do what young people do these days, right? Stroll through Midtown, catch a film. It seems like the perfect opportunity for Peggy to give you a proper tour of the twenty-first century."
God, Steve wanted to. More than anything.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap his hand around hers and show her the modern world, one mind-blowing piece at a time. He wanted to walk down crowded city streets with her, hear her laugh at things she didn't quite get yet, and watch her rediscover what it felt like to just live.
But Steve Rogers was a man forever chained to his duty.
To millions of people, Captain America wasn't just a soldier; he was the moral compass of the entire country. The military might have polished that image up during the war to turn him into a walking propaganda poster, but the core of it had always been real. Steve genuinely carried the weight of the world, as if it were stitched into his bones.
"The world doesn't always give us the life we planned for, Nick," Steve said softly. He turned to Peggy, his eyes melting instantly. "But seeing her like this? Right now? This is already more than I ever dared to ask for."
Peggy's eyes warmed, a wave of emotion rushing through her. Without a word, she slid her fingers into his, intertwining them perfectly. For Steve, just having her back was a miracle. Asking the universe for anything more felt greedy.
Peggy let her gaze drift around the massive office, taking in the sleek, glowing technology and the towering glass walls.
"So, this is what S.H.I.E.L.D. became," she murmured. There was awe in her voice, but underneath it, a quiet, aching distance. A heavy sadness. "I can still see the bones of the foundation we built," she admitted, her voice dropping. "But everything else… it feels so foreign."
She let out a slow, heavy breath, staring at the massive modern structures outside.
"It's like waking up in someone else's future."
"The horizon keeps moving," Fury said quietly. He walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the distant D.C. skyline. His voice sounded surprisingly tired, deeply reflective. "For most of my life, I thought I knew exactly how deep the shadows in this world went. I thought I'd seen things that would give ordinary people nightmares."
A bitter, humorless laugh escaped him.
"Then those damn Devil Fruits showed up."
He shook his head, looking out at the city. "And suddenly, I realize I've just been standing at the bottom of a very deep well this entire time… staring up at a tiny, insignificant piece of the sky."
At the mention of Devil Fruits, the room went dead quiet again.
Steve and Peggy traded a quick look. Even now, standing there with youth literally pulsing through Peggy's veins, it didn't feel entirely real. The whole thing carried the strange, hazy vibe of a fever dream, a miracle they were both terrified to believe in too deeply.
Because honestly? It defied everything. Logic, science, the laws of physics, all of it, thrown completely out the window. And yet, the proof was standing right there.
"Come on," Fury said, breaking the spell as he pushed away from the glass. "Let me show you around properly."
What followed was a total crash course in modern espionage. Fury led them through the twisting, high-tech corridors of the Triskelion, laying out exactly how S.H.I.E.L.D. ran things in the twenty-first century: global surveillance networks, elite strike teams, and classified emergency protocols.
And Peggy? She adapted terrifyingly fast.
It was like a switch flipped inside her. Her old spy instincts flooded back, her sharp eyes instantly picking apart S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operational structures, command hierarchies, and tactical flows. She was a fish back in water, analyzing weaknesses before Fury even finished speaking.
Steve, on the other hand, was looking at the bigger picture. He watched how this massive machine protected people, functioning as the first line of defense against the kind of nightmares regular civilians didn't even know existed.
By the time they looped back, Steve was entirely floored.
"Peggy…" he murmured as they stepped into a secured hallway. "I had no idea you and Howard built all of this." There was genuine awe in his voice.
Suddenly, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't feel like some cold, alien government entity anymore. It felt like a legacy. It was the house built by the two people he trusted most in the world: Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. Knowing that made the idea of putting the uniform back on a whole lot easier.
"Alright, Captain," Fury said as the heavy doors of his private office clicked shut behind them. The casual tour-guide persona evaporated instantly. Nick Fury, the master chess player, was back.
"Now that you've seen the playground," he said, his voice dropping into a serious register, "we need to discuss your future here."
Steve straightened up, his easygoing posture sharpening into pure battlefield commander mode. "I'm listening."
Fury crossed his arms, leaning back against the edge of his desk. "You've both seen what a Devil Fruit can do firsthand. But have either of you actually stopped to ask where the hell they come from?"
The question caught them totally off guard. Steve and Peggy exchanged a blank look.
To be fair, they hadn't really thought about the logistics. They'd just assumed these things were top-secret government bioweapons, or maybe ancient artifacts recovered from some classified black-ops mission. You know, standard superhero spy stuff.
But Fury's next words blew that theory right out of the water.
"You're probably not going to believe me," Fury said flatly, his single eye locked onto them. "Hell, it sounds completely ridiculous just saying it out loud. But the reality is almost insulting in how simple it is."
Steve frowned. "What do you mean?"
"There's a kid in New York running what basically amounts to a retail shop," Fury dropped the bomb calmly. "And he sells these things right over the counter."
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Steve blinked. Peggy just stared.
"The most reality-shattering objects on the face of the planet," Fury continued, completely deadpan, "are currently sitting on shelves like regular grocery store merchandise."
For the first time in a very long time, Captain America was completely, utterly speechless. The whole thing sounded absolutely, beautifully insane.
One look at Fury's face told them everything they needed to know. There was no punchline coming. No exaggeration. Just cold, hard certainty.
And as that reality sank in, a heavy weight settled deep in the pit of Steve's stomach. If Devil Fruits were being sold openly like ordinary electronics or groceries, then the global balance of power wasn't just shifting, it was completely broken.
The concept of a "fair fight" no longer existed.
How many criminals already had these reality-warping abilities? How many underground terror organizations had bought their way into godhood?
Seventy years ago, Steve had sacrificed his entire life to stop one madman with a dangerous, otherworldly power. One Red Skull armed with alien tech. But today? A guy with that exact same kind of unhinged ambition wouldn't need a secret army or hidden labs. He'd just need to walk into a shop and buy it off a shelf.
The thought left a bitter, sour taste in Steve's mouth.
"Who exactly is this merchant?" Steve asked, his voice dropping an octave. His easygoing posture vanished, his blue eyes hardening into ice. "And why have governments allowed something this dangerous to exist unchecked? Why hasn't anyone shut him down?"
"Because nobody can," Fury answered flatly.
The silence in the room stretched thin.
"His name is Rosh," Fury explained. "No one knows where the fruits come from. No one understands how he gets them. And anyone who's ever considered making a move against him learned very quickly that the guy is completely untouchable."
Fury's single eye narrowed. "He opened up the Home of the Devil Fruits about a year ago, and the entire world has been sweating just trying to keep up with him."
Steve frowned deeply. Someone powerful enough to completely blow off world governments was a walking security nightmare. But someone capable of handing out literal miracles to the highest bidder? That was a whole different level of terrifying.
Then Fury leaned forward, and his next words landed like a physical blow.
"Oh, there's one more thing you should know, Captain."
Steve looked up, his guard completely raised.
"Do you actually know who found your aircraft buried in the Arctic?" Fury asked, keeping his gaze dead even.
Steve blinked, caught off guard.
"It wasn't our satellites," Fury said. "And it wasn't some lucky military recovery team, either."
A heavy, breathless beat of silence filled the office.
"It was Rosh."
Steve totally froze.
"Back then, he was just going by 'Shopkeeper,' now he's the 'Manager'" Fury continued, his voice steady and calm. "He detected your vital signs through the ice, pinpointed your exact location, and personally handed us the coordinates. In the most literal sense possible, Rogers… you're breathing today because of him."
For the first time since he'd walked into the Triskelion, the grim, defensive mask Steve wore was completely shattered. Pure, unadulterated shock took its place.
Out of all the mind-bending things this new century had thrown at him, the advanced tech, the lost decades, the Devil Fruits, Peggy's impossible youth, this was the ultimate gut punch.
The mysterious merchant selling miracles on a street corner…
The same guy who had just given Peggy her entire life back…
Was the exact same person who gave the reason Steve Rogers had survived long enough to see it.
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