"Are you a fucking idiot?", Peggy shouted, her voice dripping with anger and disappointment.

Val grimaced as he held his bruised face, the deep purple and blue marks already beginning to fade. His eyes narrowed as he turned to Peggy who had caused him such pain. "What in the world is wrong with you?" he demanded, his voice sharp with anger and frustration.

Peggy's frustration reached a boiling point as she grabbed a handful of her hair and yelled at Val. Her tone was sharp and accusatory as she questioned his judgment, "Are you not thinking straight or are you simply being reckless, Val?"

Her voice rose with a note of exasperation. "Val, do you have any idea how many people are out there searching for you?" she asked. "I told you to lie low, to let the heat die down, but did you listen? No! And now you've got half the country on your ass."

Peggy's expression turned serious as she spoke, "Val, you need to understand the gravity of your actions." She asked again, "Do you have any idea how many people are out there looking for you?" She paused for a moment as if expecting a response, but when none came, she continued. "Let me list them out for you. First, there's the FBI, and then there's the SSR, the CIA, and a few other secretive governmental organizations that I can't even name." As she spoke, Peggy counted off each agency on her fingers, her tone somber and concerned.

Val remained silent, pondering over the dilemma in his mind. He knew that revealing the true reasons behind his actions to Peggy would be futile, as she would not understand the gravity of the situation. Val was fully aware that his actions had prevented a potential catastrophe, but he couldn't disclose it to anyone.

Peggy fell silent for a moment, her frustration mounting as she glared at Val. With a sudden movement, she reached out and smacked him across the head, her anger spilling over. "What in the hell were you thinking?" she demanded. "Do you have any idea what kind of mess you've caused? Vernon Masters was a key player in the FBI, a powerful businessman, and a member of the Department of War. Killing him was beyond reckless. Why would you even consider it?"

Peggy regarded Val with a penetrating gaze. "The F.B.I is a vindictive organization," she began, her tone even and measured. "They've spread your photos far and wide, making you a target for the press and underworld. Multiple criminal organizations have been offered bounties on your head. Even the President himself has issued a covert warrant for your arrest. Killing a high-ranking U.S. official in broad daylight has caused quite a stir among officials. They are frightened because it's been only two years since the end of the war, and they fear that this incident may plunge the world into another one."

Peggy took a deep breath to calm her frustration and noticed the apologetic look on Val's face. She then took a seat next to him and rubbed her face, hoping to ease the tension between them. "Val, I need you to explain everything to me," she said with a more composed tone. "Why did you do what you did? Please help me understand."

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Val leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. Peggy's gaze was fixed on him, and she was waiting for an explanation. "Do you remember the Morse Code call?" he asked.

Peggy furrowed her brow and thought for a moment before answering, "It was--"

Val nodded, cutting her off. "Yes, it was me. I was outside the theater one day, and I saw a blonde woman pushing a baby carriage inside. With a single glance, I could tell that there was no baby in the carriage. So, I called you."

Peggy leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Val as she asked, "What about Vernon Masters and Dottie Underwood?"

Val sighed heavily before responding, "They were vampires, Peggy." He paused for a moment, studying her face before asking, "You knew?"

Peggy nodded, her expression serious. "I had my suspicions when Vernon took Dottie away," she said. "But Val, I want to know more about you. When we first met, I thought you were just an ordinary kid from Manchester with an exceptional aim. But over time, I watched as you became an honored Sergeant, nearly died taking mutant blood, had possession of the last vial of the original Super Soldier Serum, created a new one, and achieved so much more."

Peggy gazed at Val intently and asked, "Are you the same person I met during our first mission together?"

Val's eyes met hers and he flashed a polite smile. "Yes, Peggy," he replied. "I am indeed the same person you've known, but there's more to me than meets the eye."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "You see, Peggy, I was born with exceptional intelligence, but I learned to keep it hidden when I was young. As an orphan boy, I saw how shady men and women would take the children who seemed different from the rest. Those who were more beautiful or intelligent than the others would disappear one day, leaving me terrified and alone. So, I made myself seem dumb and a knucklehead to escape the same fate."

Val paused, his expression turning more serious. "It wasn't until I joined the army that I began to reveal some of my abilities. And let me tell you, Peggy, it was a relief to finally be able to use my intelligence without fear of retribution."

Peggy leaned in, her gaze fixed intently on Val as he spoke. She was intrigued by his words and eager to hear more. "Please, go on," she urged him.

Val's eyes shone with newfound confidence as he continued. "You see, Peggy, as our friendship deepened, I began to feel more comfortable with myself. I began to trust you more and more until I felt like I could finally be myself around you." He paused, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And what I enjoy doing most is experimenting."

Peggy rose from her chair and without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, her emotions getting the best of her. Her voice quivered as she spoke, her words raw and heartfelt. "I don't care whether you're a genius or an idiot," she said. "Just don't die. You're the only person I have left."

Val held her tightly, understanding the weight of her words. He knew all too well what it was like to feel alone in the world, and the importance of having someone to rely on. "You're the only person left for me too," he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with a tenderness that surprised even himself. They stood there for a while, lost in the comfort of each other's presence.

As they pulled away, Peggy looked up at Val with tears in her eyes. "Thank you for being there for me," she said. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Val smiled softly, his heart swelling with gratitude for this incredible woman who had become his closest friend. "I'll always be here for you," he replied. "No matter what." They hugged again and held each other tightly.

However, Val's eyes snapped open, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he grinned to himself. 'Emotional manipulation - done!', he thought triumphantly, his mind racing with the thrill. It had been so easy to play on Peggy's emotions, to twist her heartstrings until she was putty in his hands. And yet, even as he reveled in his victory, a small voice of guilt nagged at the back of his mind, 'Is this the kind of person I want to be? A manipulator, a user, a fraud? Was it worth sacrificing my integrity for the sake of gaining Peggy's trust?'

But then he shook his head, banishing the doubts from his mind. He knew what he had to do. If he didn't act now, gaining Peggy's trust in the future would be near impossible. He had to seize this opportunity, no matter the cost.