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bigbadripley · 1 year

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hi could you do one where reader and steve are together and some kind of multiversal rift happens that causes captain carter to show up and reader starts to pine for peggy as well as steve, and steve obv still has a thing for the peggy he knew, and peggy still has a thing for the steve she knew, but also reader, so they do a threesome k thanks bye

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Captain!Peggy Carter | 18+ Minors DNI!! ⚠️

Warnings: Dom!Steve and Dom!Peggy, mention of stillbirth (idk it just gets brought up in the plot), reader has a mombod (we love it), voyeurism, thoughts of cheating, threesome, unprotected p in v

Words: 3.4K Words

Title based on "Used" by SZA ft. Don Toliver

A/N: You are responsible for your own consumption. DL;DR. As always, if you find anything that needs to have a warning or I mislabeled something, please let me know~

"Babe? Have you seen my screw box?" You yelled through the house. After looking through the garage and not finding the Altoid tin where you kept your oddball screws, it was time to face that your boyfriend likely took it. "Babe!" You yelled out once more, not getting a response the first time.

As you entered the kitchen, you saw him quickly chewing a bite of the sandwich he held, leaning against the countertop comfortably. You saved for a moment, waiting for him to swallow before he could respond.

"Should be in the n-" Steve cut himself off, "-Second room." He corrected. He knew you told him already that he could call it the nursery and that it wasn't some word that shouldn't be spoken. It was the second room until you got pregnant, then the nursery. Since the pregnancy failure, it's become a dusty baby furniture storage room.

It had been months, and you and Steve had time to heal from it, but he still tended to call the room by its former name. At first, it hurt, but now it doesn't, and Steve still corrects himself when he catches it. You began to wonder if he was doing it for your sake or his.

You enter the small, pale yellow room and avoid looking directly at the bassinet, which makes your heart ache. Steve was correct: the screw box was on the changing station. As you pick it up, memories of decorating the room flood your mind, causing you to turn around and immediately exit, closing the door behind you.

Gotta sort that out one day. You thought. Today is not that day.

Before you go back through the garage door, you hear a crashing sound and smell something burning from the other side. Thinking it might have been a small battery explosion, you rush through the door to grab the fire extinguisher to the right.

Beyond the smokiness, there was no fire or sparks but a figure on the ground. You weren't sure how they got there or who they were, but your first instinct was to put the extinguisher back and rush to see if they were okay. You were able to make out long dark hair, red lips, and-

It's a woman! You thought.

"Steve!" You yelled out in a panic, trying to get his help to pick up the unconscious woman. The blanket of fog began to disperse little by little, and you started to recognize her as-

"Peggy?" Steve said as soon as he spotted her. The girl he keeps in his compass. The one he left behind when he went in the ice. The only problem was that he never mentioned how tall and strong she looked.

Steve took one arm, and you attempted to grab the other before he picked her up entirely to bring her into the house. Given your size, you likely would not have been of much assistance anyway in lifting her.

Once Peggy was on the couch, you could get a better look at her. She was even more captivating than the photo you knew her from, and even more, interestingly, she wore a suit that was a near-replica of Steve's, the only exception being the Union Jack over the chest.

"This isn't the same Peggy I knew," Steve piped up, crossing his arms. He seemed suspicious of her, but you felt the need to help regardless. You rushed to get a cold washcloth and placed it on her sleeping forehead, figuring the cooling would prompt her awake quicker after whatever tumble she took.

Sure enough, after staying next to her for nearly ten minutes, Peggy began to wake. Her big brown eyes darted around the room before landing on you, filling with confusion.

"Where am I?" She asked, sitting up and letting the rag fall from her head to the floor. Her accent floated through the air as her heavy boots clunked when she dropped them from the couch. You told her your name and explained that you found her in your garage, and she listened like it wasn't as strange to her as it was to you. "So, what Earth am I on?" She asked nonchalantly. You raised your eyebrows,

"Uh... I didn't realize they were classified in any way. I know someone I can ask who may know, but-"

"Strange is busy. I already spoke to him on the phone." Steven interrupted you as he walked back in from the garage. The second Peggy spotted him, she was awestruck, flicking her eyes up and down his form.

"Oh, you're not my Steve." She said. You gathered that the Steve she knew was likely much smaller, and given her reaction, you couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, but couldn't tell if you were more jealous of her or Steve. You watched her gaze return to you, then to Steve, as the gears turned in her head until she connected the dots. "I suppose he'd be your Steve, yeah?"

"Well, yes, he is." You answered, trying not to say it awkwardly. You were not a stranger to being attracted to women, but since you and Steve got together, your eyes never strayed.

Until you met Peggy Carter.

"It was Stephen Strange that I needed to see." Peggy circled back to the previous topic. "But even if he could help me, my Travelmaster seems to be broken."

You realized she was talking about the device on her wrist that looked like a smartwatch. The face of it was cracked and chipped, likely from whatever knocked her into your garage. "Can I see?" You asked, holding your hand out.

Peggy nodded and took the device off, placing it into your hand. Your fingers grazed hers in a cheesy rom-com fashion, and you felt electricity for a moment, which could have been the Travelmaster. You examined it momentarily, realizing it would be a piece of cake to fix. "I can take care of this thing, but it may take a few days."

"That would be lovely!" Peggy exclaimed, more hopeful now that you could be of assistance. Her joy made your heart nearly collapse, and you sat the device on your knee to discretely wipe your clammy hands on your jeans.

After a bit of back and forth about where Peggy came from, how she got here, and how in her timeline, she was the one who took the serum, thus becoming Captain Carter, you offered her a place to stay while you fixed her Travelmaster, and she accepted.

The first day with your new guest was interesting, to say the least. You gave her some of your more loose-fitting clothes to wear to account for her larger build, and even then, they were still a bit tight on her. You weren't complaining as you silently enjoyed the view of Peggy in your sweatpants and Iron Maiden t-shirt that wasn't cropped on you but exposed a bit of midriff on her.

It's like if I let Jen wear my clothes, and then she hulked out. You thought upon seeing her in them. Only Jennifer was your best friend, and you weren't attracted to her like you were to Peggy.

The biting jealousy came when she and Steve talked about the similarities in their times. They sipped coffee and laughed as you listened in, trying not to blatantly eavesdrop and being unable to help yourself.

"The Travelmaster probably brought me here because I was thinking about how it must be fixed right before it shorted out," Peggy said. You stood and poked your head through the doorway,

"Why would it take you here if that were the case?"

"Because you invented it in my time." She said, glancing at you as the cup made it to her perfect lips. God, how you envied that ceramic mug before what she said registered in your mind. You were an inventor, having been under the wing of Tony for some time, but you never invented anything as insane as a multiversal travel device.

"I'm not surprised. My gal's a genius." Steve spoke up, mentioning you like you weren't there purposely and speaking to Peggy as if she were an old poker buddy. His eyes drifted over to where you were, and you passed him a wink that was more telling than anything you would have been able to say then.

Oh yeah, he's getting his dick sucked later. You thought before your mind pictured it, but instead of you doing it, you pictured Peggy doing it. The visual caused the jealousy to linger again, and even worse, you had to adjust in your rolly chair at how aroused it made you.

"Shit." You whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose at how absurd the thought was. It simply wouldn't work.

Another day passed, and the atmosphere between you and Peggy was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You couldn't tell if it was just you or if Peggy felt the same and decided to hide it out of respect. On the flip side, you knew Steve was also delighted to have her around.

The night before, Steve had you bent over the footboard of your bed, and your thoughts began to linger again. You loved your man, and he never failed to get you off, but when the image of looking back and seeing Peggy railing you with a strap-on popped into your head, you came harder and faster than you had in a long time.

It was challenging to look at her after that shameful thought. You could tell she noticed your awkwardness, and this frightened you.

I got the hots for the woman sleeping on my fucking couch. What a nightmare.

When you saw Peggy in the hallway on your way out of the bathroom, you tried to pass her by without yielding until she spoke to you first.

"What's that room used for?" She asked, pointing to the room you avoided.

"Uh, that was the nursery." You admitted, rocking back and forth on your heels.

"Nursery? I-" She stopped herself, realizing the lack of children and the look on your face.

Probably noticed the extra baby weight and nothing to show for it, too. You thought before she picked her sentence up again.

"Oh, dear lord, I'm so sorry. How far along were you, if you don't mind?"

"Seven months. It's fine, really. Some things happen for a reason, you know?" You replied, trying to brush it off. Peggy pursed her lips and cocked her head,

"I guess that's also a good way to look at my being here."

"Look, I know this must be really strange, seeing Steve and..." You trail off, not sure where you're going with this, yourself. You just wanted to open a dialogue and hopefully make yourself feel less nuts. Peggy let out a small laugh,

"Believe me, it has been bizarre, but it's not what you think. If my Steve came out of the war to find someone like you, he's one lucky son of a gun."

You stood paralyzed as the words floated through the air. Peggy looked down at you the way she usually did, causing your heart to thump as adrenaline washed over you. She was incredible, and her words only amplified your desire for her.

"Fucking hell." You gasp as you finally catch your breath. The words fell out clumsily, and Peggy eyed you with confusion.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just losing my mind at how perfect you are." You admit, then immediately regret the words as her eyes widen at you. "Shit, I'm sorry."

"You know, I've been quite irresponsible since my arrival. I neglected to tell you," Peggy started, stepping forward slowly. Her movements felt like a magnetic repulsion, causing you to back up as she approached until your shoulders and butt met the cold wall behind you. "I've watched you get involved with people who have no idea how to treat you, time and time again."

Your breath hitched as your back hugged the wall tighter, stuck between it and the buff woman pressed to your chest. "Fucking hell." You repeated the same way you said before, convinced you would die if she were any closer. The right corner of her mouth curled up at your breathlessness, toying with you.

"Though I'm happy that you found Steve in this life," She leaned her face closer to yours, almost close enough to brush noses. "I still can't forget the sounds you make."

A small, pathetic whimper escapes your throat, betraying you as you feel yourself receding into the drywall.

"Sounds like that, actually." She whispered. Her dark hair covered your peripheral vision, making her brown eyes the only thing you could focus on. You were in agony, realizing she was telling you that, in her time, she fucked you. Your mind raced through how it went, what she tasted like, how her tongue felt on your pussy.

You felt hot and flustered. Having been with Steve for so long, you forgot what being pursued by someone new was like. There were so many things you wanted to say and do, but you felt like you were glued where you stood and couldn't find enough oxygen to speak appropriately. It felt like Peggy wanted to break you.

As if the universe was trying to tell you to get out of that hold Peggy had you in, you heard the front door open, and footsteps proceeded through it. "How does macaroni casserole sound for dinner?" Steve called out as he entered.

"Fucking hell." You groaned quietly with frustration from being cut off. Peggy loosed the distance between you for you to slip out and get to Steve. As soon as you turned the corner to the kitchen, where he was putting away the groceries, guilt washed over you. The thought of cheating on him was devastating, yet you had been doing it in your head for days now. "Mac casserole? Sounds good, baby." You finally answered his question as you came up and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

You assisted with putting the food away and scampered off to the shower, hoping to rinse out the feeling of Peggy being pushed against you. All that was accomplished was more racing thoughts in the steam that caused you to turn on the high-pressure stream setting on the shower head and let the water rush against your clit, imagining it was her mouth.

I still can't forget the sounds you make.

Her voice had a vice grip on your brain, repeatedly replaying like a Jedi mind trick. Your muscles jerked as the water drew an intense orgasm from you that nearly knocked you to the shower floor. A single high-pitched sigh punched from your gut as you heard the bathroom door open.

"Did you trip?" Steve asked, responding to the thumping of your hands and feet and the sound you made. In a panic, you found it hard to lie on the spot.

"No, I... uh..." You choked, slowly bringing the showerhead back up to the metal arm that held it over your head. Beyond the frosted glass that separated the rest of the bathroom from the tub, you could make out Steve's shape and the color of his hair, skin, and shirt, but no details. You did, however, hear a faint chuckle.

"Playing with yourself in the shower is dangerous, baby. Why don't you come out, and I'll take care of you." He said, blurry form growing closer to the glass. It drives you insane when he talks like that.

Yet, you imagined Peggy saying it to you also, English accent, nearly knocking you off balance again. You felt like an addict, looking for a fix for something you've never had before.

You could see him more detailed beyond the glass now, but you could make out something else just behind him now. Another tall and wide stature, long, dark hair. Before you could respond, Steve pulled the door open to reveal himself and Peggy, who leaned against the bathroom wall and admired your drenched nakedness. You didn't bother hiding from either of them as the woman parted her lips to speak.

"Dry off and meet us in the bedroom. The three of us need to have a chat."

Once sufficiently dried off, you exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped around you, tucked under your arms like a terry cloth dress. You felt indescribably anxious and fearful of what they might have discussed to cause this meeting.

Steve and Peggy stood with their arms crossed on either side of you, staring with amused faces.

"Drop the towel and have a seat on the bed, baby," Steve said, gesturing to the mattress the two of you shared. Your eyes widened, and you immediately turned your attention to Peggy, then back to your boyfriend.

"Steve, I-"

"Do as he says." Peggy interrupts in a much more commanding tone. Were you terrified? Yes. But her stern tone nearly caused your knees to buckle simultaneously. You allowed the towel to fall to your feet as you slowly and shakily took the few steps to the bed before pivoting and meeting your butt to the comforter.

They eyed you up and down as they circled you like a couple of vultures. You had become a spectacle.

"She's gorgeous, ain't she?" Steve asked Peggy, who nodded.

"Quite. Her thighs and bum are a bit thicker than the one from my Earth, but I find it fetching." She replied, not pulling her gaze from you for even a second. Steve chortled at this,

"I tried to tell ya, my baby girl's special."

"What exactly's going on here?" You finally speak weakly, your voice cracking as thick saliva pools in your throat. You gulp before Steve responds.

"Peggy told me everything. How she slept with you in her time, the moment you had in the hallway earlier-"

"And we've decided that we would both have our way with you." Peggy finished his sentence perfectly. Your jaw dropped at the proposition, and you began to question if you really did fall in the shower and this was all some concussion dream. Either way, the ache and gathering wetness between your thighs felt real enough. "Lay back," Peggy said in the same commanding tone as before, prompting you to follow suit.

As Steve lazed around to the other side of the bed, Peggy pulled your legs apart at your knees to get an eyeful of your dripping heat. "Such a pretty pussy." She complimented, nearly making you blush all over. It felt like you might pass out under them until Peggy inserted her thick middle finger into your entrance. Steve stood and watched with delight, palming himself over his jeans.

"Tell her how tight she is. She loves that." He instructed, giving away your secrets. Her finger dipped in and out, grazing your soft spot with each curl of her knuckle, making you whine.

"Very tight, darling. Mind if I have a taste?" Peggy asked, directing the question to Steve. He gestured to you with his free hand and nodded,

"Have at it. That pussy is sweet like honey."

You watched from downturned eyes as Peggy dropped to her knees and began lapping your clit right away, swirling her tongue over it like hard candy and humming with pleasure as involuntary noises left your lips. Your eyes began to roll upward and look at Steve, stroking his cock with one hand and caressing your head with the other.

"You like how Peggy eats your pussy, baby girl?" He asked. "Tell me how it feels."

"Feel's good." You said breathlessly as her finger continued to pump into you while her mouth manipulated you closer to your climax. The view of Steve pleasuring himself while watching and talking to you was enough to push you over the edge.

"Cum all over her fingers, baby. Go ahead." He growled, having you nearly trained to release at his will. Your ads tightened, and you arched your back off the mattress as satisfaction ripped through your veins. Peggy continued to fuck you with her fingers, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she could, causing you to cry out.

"Tell Captain Rogers thank you for letting me lick your pussy." Peggy demanded as she got to her feet.

"T-thank you, Steve." You stuttered, watching Peggy come to the side of the bed that he was on.

"I'd say she's ready for you," Peggy informed Steve with a nod before he circled to the side of the bed you hung from. She started removing the too-tight track pants she borrowed from you and climbing onto the bed, one knee after another. You found yourself excited over the prospect of her sitting on your face, aroused again without much time to rest.

"You treat Captain Carter real nice, now." Steve sang as you felt the tip of his cock rub through your folds. Another whimper pushed through your throat as it came into contact with your sensitive nub, and Peggy smiled beautifully at you.

"Love that sound. I wanna hear that as he fucks you, understood?" She said, turning around to give you the best view of your Scream t-shirt that showed a peek of her tummy and contoured her breasts. Before you could voice a reply, your mouth was covered by her moist cunt, prompting you to open your mouth and start exploring. "You were right, Cap. She is a good girl." Peggy said with a shaky voice as you began to trace the alphabet over her bundle with your tongue.

Another weak gasp escaped as Steve's cock pushed into you, fully bottoming out as always and making you crumble with slow, rhythmic thrusts to start.

"So tight, baby." Steve groaned, picking up the pace and placing his palm over your stomach. The added pressure and his rutting against your g-spot caused a long moan, nearly making you lose your pattern on Peggy's clit. She stared down at you as she gyrated her hips and rode your face.

"Don't sto-op." Her accent rang through the air, causing you to flick your tongue faster. You have no intention of stopping, eager for her to cum in your mouth. Just the thought of it caused another climax to build inside of you. It was just as you pictured it.

Steve continued to fuck you harder, fingertips digging into the plush of your hips and thighs, feeling you grow closer to release. "Fuck, baby, I wanna feel you cum on my cock. Cum for me."

Just like before, he spoke your orgasm forward. Your pussy quivered and gripped his cock as you moaned into Peggy's cunt, still vigorously testing the swollen nub to completion. The vibration of the sound you made as you came did it, and she followed with her own almost instantly, juices dripping onto your lips and chin while her muscular thighs closed over your ears.

Your pulsating pussy pushed Steve closer. "Gonna cum deep inside you, baby. Fuck, you feel so good." He rambled as Peggy removed herself from your face to hear your breathy moans. Steve gave one final, hard shove before his warmth filled you up, watching as Peggy wiped her wetness away from your chin with her thumb.

Steve joined the two of you in the bed, laying sideways with legs dangling off the side, breathing heavily. "Did that make you happy?" He asked, caressing your thigh. You smiled and nodded in return at him and Peggy. It was exactly what you wanted for days.

"Then, by all means, take your time fixing my Travelmaster." Peggy spoke up before bringing her perfectly soft lips to yours in a dreamy kiss. She didn't have to tell you twice.

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the-truest-sentence-i-know · 1 year

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close enough to touch (close enough to hope you couldn't see what i was thinking of)

Fandom: Agent Carter

Characters: Peggy Carter x Jack Thompson

Rating: M

Summary: Peggy and Jack's no-strings relationship does not go as planned.

Word Count: 9.7k

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It was a late night at the office, a frustrating case, a few months after Daniel had left for LA. They were looking into the smuggling of potentially dangerous chemicals. Not exactly a big thing, but then again, everything seemed like small potatoes after Stark and Dottie. Jack had sent everyone else home because they were all getting on each other’s nerves and not making headway. The only reason Peggy remained was because she was the only one stubborn enough to stay against his orders.

She sat at her desk as Jack stood in the doorway of his office, watching her. She ignored him.

“Go home, Carter,” he said.

“I’m working,” she said without looking up.

“You’ll work better after a night’s rest.”

She turned and glared at him. “I am finally making progress on this code. Do you want me to stop now?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Have it your way. But if you make a mistake because you’re tired, it’s on you.”

“Duly noted.”

Jack remained in the doorway watching her, but Peggy paid him no mind. For some reason – likely the hour and the proximity in which they’d been working – he felt the urge to antagonize her. It was an urge that he was well aware would not necessarily end well for him. But he wanted her to spar with him, as she always did – as opposed to the other agents, who mostly just fell in line.

“Have you always been this headstrong?” he asked. “I’ll bet you were a pain as a kid.”

Peggy pursed her lips but kept working.

“An absolute terror to your teachers,” he continued. “And your mother too, I’m guessing.”

“Is there a purpose to these musings?” Peggy asked. “Or are you trying to annoy me into leaving?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I’m just curious.”

Peggy put down her pen and Jack couldn’t deny the slight jump in his heart rate. The adrenaline of the approaching bout.

“And what were you like as a child, Chief Thompson?” she asked. “All-American golden boy with silver tonsils to match?”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

“Rest assured it was not meant that way.”

“The kinda guy every girl wanted to go to the dance with.”

“Poor girls. They must have been severely lacking in options if you were their best one.”

“As though guys were lining up round the block to ask you out.”

Peggy’s jaw tensed slightly, but she said, “Only the ones who dared,” with a small smile.

Jack looked at her curiously, saying nothing.

“What?” Peggy asked finally.

“I’m just trying to figure out if I’d be one of the ones who dared.”

Peggy raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She went back to her work.

There was no way he could leave it at that, so Jack said, “What? You don’t think so?”

She gave him a knowing look and for a good few seconds all Jack could think was that she knew, that she had overheard what Dooley had said that time – your crush on Carter. But she couldn’t. This was just her pretending to know everything, as always.

And Jack never accepted defeat that easily.

“You know what?” he said. “Maybe I wouldn’t be among the select few who dared to go after you, but admit it, you would’ve been curious about me.”

She ignored him, which just would not do, so he approached her desk.

“Sure, you’d antagonize me in front of everyone else, but deep down you’d look at the girls I went out with and wonder if you were missing out.”

Peggy’s pen stilled a moment on the page, and he grinned.

“Missing out on what?” she asked, looking up at him. “An arrogant, moderately entertaining boy who didn’t have the stones to ask out a girl who had the audacity to speak up for herself?”

He just looked at her for a moment. “Do you wanna go out with me?” he asked, falling back onto his reliable easy charm.

She hardly missed a beat with her response. “No.”

“You sure?”

Peggy took a breath, then snapped her notepad shut and stood up. Jack expected her to give him some angry retort or maybe even hit him. But instead, she stepped in close to him, fingers dragging along her desk.

“Well,” she said, dragging out the word, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Her hand came up to straighten his tie and it was like everything inside him short-circuited. Flickering sparks, a small explosion, then nothing.

When Peggy saw his blank expression, she smiled and stepped away from him. “Perhaps I should get going…”

“Wait.” The word came out without his permission, just like the hand that flew out to grab her arm.

Peggy raised her eyebrows at him. “Now you want me to stay?” she asked playfully. “After you-”

He pulled her against him, ducking his head to capture her mouth with his. He felt, more than heard, her surprised gasp and for a horrifying moment he thought he might have miscalculated.

But then her hands were on him, moving up his chest to hold his face in her cool palms. She kissed him the way Jack supposed she did everything: relentlessly, determinedly, and with more force than one would expect. He could not help the way his mind wandered to how she might do other things.

In the end, he was the one who needed a respite first. He pulled away, leaning against the desk behind him, but keeping his hands on her waist.

“Winded already?” Peggy asked, hands settling on his shoulders. “Are you out of practice?”

Jack nearly laughed. He knew he was a good kisser – that wasn’t arrogance, he had been told so many times – and he knew that had been a good kiss. Only Peggy would find something to criticize in it.

Instead, he just shook his head and exhaled a small chuckle. “You’re a pain in my ass, Carter,” he said.

“Likewise,” Peggy said. “Should we perhaps move this some place more private?”

“More private?” Jack looked around the empty bullpen. “There’s nobody here.”

“Fair enough.” Then she grabbed his tie and hauled him in for another kiss.

How they ended up on the couch in his office, Jack had no idea. But here they were, Peggy under him, brushing her fingers through is once-neat hair, mussing it up. He’d managed to get a couple buttons of her blouse open and was in the middle of trailing a path of kisses down to the newly exposed skin.

Peggy was starting to tug at his clothes too. She pushed his suspenders off his shoulders, loosened his tie and started working at his buttons. But when he tried to help her, taking his lips off her, she said, quite breathlessly, and yet with authority, “Don’t you dare stop.”

He murmured a low “Yes, ma’am,” into her skin that came out sounding much less sarcastic than he had intended.

It occurred to Peggy, of course, that this was a terrible idea. She knew this could certainly jeopardize her newly-acquired respect if they were caught. She knew that she still had feelings for Daniel and wasn’t even sure how she felt about Jack.

But she also knew that, however stupid and reckless and ill-advised this was, she still wanted it. She wanted Jack like this, on top of her, hair a mess, eyes dark and wanting, his mouth on her. She wanted his broad shoulders and strong arms and long legs.

Her skirt had been pushed up by his knee, bunched up at her waist. Jack slid a hand up her thigh and pressed between her legs, making Peggy gasp. He grinned against her skin.

“Are you going to keep teasing or are we going to get on with it?” she said, failing to keep the breathlessness from her voice.

“Will you never stop trying to boss me around?” he asked.

“No,” she said, then added, slightly smugly. “And I don’t try, I succeed.” She looked pointedly down to where he was already undoing the button and fly of his pants.

He looked at her, annoyed, and for a moment Peggy thought he would stop, just to make it look like he wasn’t doing what she told him to. “If you weren’t such a looker, Marge, I swear…”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “And it’s a good thing this is only physical, because otherwise that comment would give me a perfect excuse to leave.”

Jack blinked, slightly surprised at Peggy’s outright saying what they both knew this was. It shouldn’t though, that was just what she did.

So instead he finished undoing his pants and said, “Lucky me,” and leaned down to kiss her again.

When Peggy got home that night – or, rather, about five o’clock in the morning – she closed her door and leaned against it. She felt a slight blush travel up her cheeks as her mind went over all that had happened.

It had been a terrible idea and could of course never happen again. Even though neither of them had said that to each other, they both knew it. It was a one-time thing, that no one could know about.

And while Jack was an asshole who still made comments that infuriated her, she was pretty sure he would keep the rendezvous a secret. She wasn’t sure why, but she did.

The next morning, Jack strode across the bullpen and Peggy took a moment to just watch him, the way his suit fit around his body – a body she had now seen without its coverings. She had always known he was attractive – and knew she was attracted to him – but had never let herself really look at him like this.

“Carter,” he said, stopping at her desk. “You’re in here bright and early this morning.”

“Well,” she said. “It is my job.”

“You’ve been working long hours though,” he said. “You sure you’re getting enough sleep?” He looked awfully smug, and Peggy knew he had caught her staring.

“I assure you, if it was an issue, I’d let you know.”

“Sounds good,” he said and winked.

Peggy rolled her eyes and wondered if last night was worth how absolutely insufferable Jack was going to be. Then she watched Jack flick through a stack of papers with his long fingers and remembered some choice moments from last night. She decided that Jack would have to be a lot more unbearable to make her actually regret it.

It was a few days later and they were arguing about some aspect of a case. It was not very important but the summer was warm and made everyone irritable. One of the agents suggested they all get a drink to blow off some steam, but Jack and Peggy picked up the argument again at the bar.

“Oh, forget it,” Jack exclaimed finally, standing up. “You’re impossible.”

He began to leave, and Peggy followed, but instead of continuing the argument, she grabbed him by the arm and tugged him into a janitor’s closet and kissed him.

He wass surprised, but certainly not against this turn of events. He only pulled away long enough to ask, “Wait, were you just arguing with me to–”

“No, you’re still wrong,” Peggy said, starting on the button of his pants. “And we can resume that discussion afterwards.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, hauling her in for another kiss.

Doing something a second time did not mean she didn’t have it under control, Peggy told herself as she slipped out of the closet afterwards, leaving Jack to do up his pants and fix his hair.

The second time was a fluke and meant no more than the first.

The third time, however. The third time could be a cause for concern, she decided, after yet another rendezvous in Jack’s office.

The fourth time was in the file room.

The fifth in the back of the car on an uneventful stakeout.

And after that, she sort of stopped counting. Maybe it was a habit, but it was not necessarily a bad one. They both knew what this was, what the expectations were. They were adults. They could handle this.

Peggy glanced over at Jack’s office, seeing through the window that he was on the phone.

And he was smiling, a real smile. Peggy knew him well enough to know those were few and far between for him. She found herself torn: interrupt and see if he’d let anything slip about who he was talking to and satisfy her curiosity, or leave him to it.

Before she could decide, Jack saw her through the window and waved for her to come in.

“… Sunday? Yeah, I’ll try,” he was saying when she opened the door. “Look, I’m working right now, I’ll–” He stopped to listen to the person on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I know Charlie never misses a Sunday dinner, but his job is–” He sighed. “I’ll be there, alright. Yeah, you too.” He hung up the phone and looked up at Peggy.

“We’ve dug up some known associates of Sharpe, the man who owns the ships,” she said. “Harold Murphy and Sebastian Leonard. They both have mob connections.” She placed the files on his desk.”

Jack flipped through them and nodded. “Thanks, Marge,” he said. “I’ll assign some agents to follow them, see what they get up to.”

“You know, as the Chief, you’re allowed to take Sundays off every now and then,” she said, getting up to leave.

Jack exhaled a laugh. “My grandma wouldn’t be satisfied with every now and then.”

“Chief Thompson?” Agent Chen said, popping his head into the office. “I got something.”

Jack waved him in.

“So we got Murphy and Leonard both staying at the Hotel Salvatore, two different weekends right after each other.”

“Alright, that could be something,” Jack said. “Do we know what room they stayed in?”

“That’s the thing that really tipped me off,” Chen said. “They both stayed in the honeymoon suite.”

“The honeymoon suite?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.” Jack leaned back in his chair. “One of them staying in a honeymoon suite on his own is weird enough, but two of them means it can’t be a coincidence,” he said. “Well, we can’t tip off the hotel owner, so we’ll have to send agents in posing as guests.”

They both looked out the window into the bullpen.

“One of them’ll have to be Carter, I guess,” Chen said.

“Mm?”

“Otherwise, it’d be suspicious.”

“Right, yeah.”

“And McCabe is shit at undercover work.”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not sending him.” He didn’t really want to send any of them with her, if he was honest – an instinct he chose not to inspect too deeply. “Y’know what? It’s been too long since I’ve done an undercover op.”

Chen nodded. “Probably best. Don’t want the guys fighting over her.”

As he left, Jack said to himself. “Like she’d let herself be fought over.”

So, he had told Peggy that Chen had suggested they go together, and here they were, a pair of rings, suitcases, and affectionate nicknames in tow.

And Peggy was, well, he supposed he’d seen bits of her performance when she’d been working for Stark, but he’d never seen her so… not herself.

She had her arm in his as they entered the foyer. She looked around with big eyes and only just contained excitement. “Oh, darling, this place is gorgeous!"

He managed to turn his doubletake at her American accent into a kiss to her temple. “Only the best for you, baby.”

Peggy looked up at him with such a loving and devoted smile that he nearly ran into a potted plant. He recovered quickly and walked them up to the front desk.

“James Cooper,” he said.

The receptionist smiled and flipped a few pages of a ledger. “The honeymoon suite,” she said, taking a key with a heart-shaped keychain off a hook behind her and handing it to him. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper,” she said.

“Oh, I love how that sounds,” Peggy said to him quietly, but just loud enough for the receptionist to hear, who smiled.

“Well then, right this way, Mrs. Peggy Cooper.” He almost stumbled over the words, but he was sure only Peggy noticed - because her name was supposed to be Nancy.

But she just let out a girlish laugh and took his arm as he led her to the elevator. When the doors slid closed and they were alone, he braced himself for her to say something, which of course she did.

“It’s a good thing the reservation was only under James Cooper, not James and Nancy Cooper,” she observed, neutrally.

“Well, before today you weren’t Nancy Cooper, you were Nancy Lydon.”

“Not anymore, now I’m Peggy Cooper, née Lydon.”

Jack sighed. “We probably won’t have to use the IDs anyway.” He glanced over to see Peggy smiling slightly. “What?”

“A bit rusty on undercover work, are we?”

He rolled his eyes just as the elevator dinged. He offered her his arm again. “Mrs. Cooper?”

She took it with an exaggeratedly sweet smile. “Mr. Cooper.”

The honeymoon suite was, fortunately, not as cheesily decorated as Peggy had feared. It was still very pink, and floral, but it wasn’t bad. Jack, however, did not seem like he was a fan, the way his eyebrows inched upwards as he looked around.

“Who would want to spend their honeymoon here?” he asked, setting their luggage down in the sitting area.

“Romantics, perhaps?” Peggy suggested.

He looked at her, amused.

“I don’t mean me,” she quickly added.

“Uh huh.”

They spent the afternoon searching every nook and cranny of the room, looking for empty spaces under the floorboards or papers taped under drawers and the like. It was seven in the evening before they decided there is nothing for them to find.

Jack’s jacket and tie were long-discarded and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows – always a good look on men in Peggy’s opinion.

She flopped down onto the bed. “Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Cooper will go down to eat, or will order in?”

“Order in,” Jack said. “They’re too busy enjoying married life.”

Peggy arched her back so she could look at him upside down and wasn’t surprised to see his grin. She rolled her eyes and slumped back down.

“C’mon,” he said, standing up from his chair and looking down at her. “We did what we came to do, so we’re technically not on the job. Besides, we gotta keep up appearances.”

“We’re not on the job but need to keep up our covers. Your logic is flawless, Chief,” she deadpanned.

He sighed and walked over to the phone. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Well, we will have likely had a large lunch - leftovers from the wedding reception, so just a sandwich for me.” She paused. “Club sandwich.”

He smiled a little as he picked up the phone and Peggy rolled over to see him right side up.

“Hi, yeah, can I have two club sandwiches to the honeymoon suite?” He paused. “And a bottle of your cheapest wine? Thanks.”

“Cheapest wine?” Peggy asked when he had hung up. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“The SSR will only refund me so much,” he said and leaned down to kiss her, briefly and softly.

And it was far too tender for their relationship. That was a going steady kiss, a will-soon-meet-the-parents kiss.

An in-love kiss.

So Peggy did the first thing she could think of to fix it: she grabbed him by the collar, pulled him in and kissed him properly.

He made a surprised little noise and almost fell on top of her, but she was too busy making quick work of his buttons to mind. Once he had pulled off his shirt, he laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, both kicking off their shoes.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He was just starting to unbutton her blouse when there was a knock on the door.

“Room service!”

Jack and Peggy pulled apart and stared at each other. Peggy looked like she was stifling a laugh when she said, “You need to get that.”

He gestured at himself. “Right now?”

“Well, I’m hardly decent enough to answer the door.”

Three more knocks sounded. “Room service.”

Jack strode across the room, pulling his suspenders over his undershirt. He opened the door looking a dignified as he could with his hair a mess, his fly undone, and a lipstick smear on his neck.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the plate, bottle, and two glasses from the slightly amused-looking lady who stood on the other side of the door.

“Enjoy!” she said and Jack was certain she didn’t mean the food.

When he closed the door, Peggy burst out laughing and he honestly wasn’t sure if it was for the sake of the woman outside the door who could certainly hear her, or if it was just her.

“Well,” she said. “I’d say we’re certainly maintaining our cover.” She got up from the bed. “Now let’s have some of this top-shelf wine you’ve gotten us.”

And he just kind of looked at her, hair a mess, shorter than usual without her shoes. He had seen her dishevelled before – after fights, after sex – but not in this way. It was a very familiar dishevelment, and he got the feeling not many people ever got to see her like this.

So he decided to just stay in this moment a little longer. He was looking forward to the sex, to be sure, and they would get to it, but he was afraid that if he didn’t take this chance now, it would never present itself again.

He poured two glasses of wine and held one out to her. “What should we toast to?”

She took it – their fingers brushed – and smiled. “Our wonderful friends, Mr. Sharpe, Murphy, and Leonard for making this all happen.”

“To the bad guys we’ll catch after we’re done fooling around in this hotel room our work paid for,” Jack said and they clinked glasses and took a sip.

Peggy refrained from making a face after tasting the wine, but he could tell.

“It’s not very good,” he said.

“It’s not,” she agreed. “But fortunately, that’s not it’s primary purpose.” Then she downed her glass and held it out to him, raising her eyebrows: a challenge.

Jack chuckled and refilled her glass. “Alright, then!” He finished his glass nearly as quickly and as he was refilling it, he saw Peggy fiddling with the record player.

“What are you–?” A loud, jazzy song began to play.

She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the open space in the room so quickly he nearly spilled his wine. “Come on,” she said.

He downed half his glass – dancing with Peggy seemed like one of those things you would need a little liquid courage for – and set it down on the table before placing a hand on her waist and taking her other hand in his.

“You never struck me as the type who liked dancing,” he said as they turned around the room.

“Yes, well.” Her smile wavered a moment. “It can be difficult to find a partner who is… adequate.”

“Adequate,” he said slowly. “We’re still talking about dancing, right?”

She rolled her eyes and hit him in the shoulder. “Only one thing on your mind, I swear.”

“No but I mean–” Not sure why he was about to bring this up, he does it anyway. “Sousa.”

She frowned a moment, then took a sip of wine. “Daniel is… complicated.”

“Complicated? He seems like the simplest thing ever, and I mean that as a sincere compliment.”

Peggy was quiet for a moment and Jack was beginning to think he had crossed a line when she said, “For months after Steve died, I thought I would never get over it. I wanted to throw myself into work to distract myself, but administrative work doesn’t exactly keep the mind off things.”

“So you decided to work for Stark.”

“I never worked for Howard,” she said quickly. “He asked for my help, and I helped him. Because he was my friend. And also because it gave me some purpose, so I could stop wallowing in it all.”

Peggy avoided showing weakness – or even acknowledging that she ever was weak – Jack knew that. He first thought it was just a way to get ahead at work, but now he was sure it was more than that. Which was why he couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. That she was telling him all this.

“And then you all found out, and Daniel was–” She shook her head. “Furious.”

Jack remembered. Dooley had rarely before let Sousa take such a big role in an important interrogation. And it was partially because he had been the one to put it all together, but Jack was sure it also had to do with the rage that fairly rolled off of him. He was certain Dooley had looked at him and thought he could use that to break her. He was wrong of course.

“And I knew it would be different with him, more of a betrayal, because we were actually friends.”

“And cause he had a thing for you.”

“But it made him sloppy, and cruel,” she continued. “He couldn’t see past the fact that I’d lied to him. He saw me as some poor, innocent, overlooked girl, and the moment there was a crack in the image, his whole perception of me shattered.” She looked at him. “But you– You could tell there was something more going on. Maybe because we weren’t as close and you could be more objective, but…”

He couldn’t exactly tell her that wasn’t true. “It didn’t make sense,” he said. As much as he didn’t like thinking about that time, that was when he finally got her. He’d gotten a glimpse in Russia, but it hadn’t clicked until she gave up Captain America’s blood.

He thought that maybe he should tell her that, or at least a part of that. He should tell her something.

But then the record skipped and seemed to shake Peggy out of her divulgatory mood. She kind of laughed and took a sip of wine. “I’m not sure where I was going with all that. What I meant to say is, through all of that, I realized that it wouldn’t work, Daniel and I.” She shrugged. “Which is probably a good thing, because I don’t want to be the girl who goes off chasing after a man. And I like New York.”

“Cheers to that,” Jack said, swiping the wine bottle off the table and clinking it against her half full glass before taking a long swig.

“You had better leave some for me,” she scolded.

“C’mon, let’s eat before we get too full on wine.”

And the conversation lightened considerably as they sat down to eat their nearly-forgotten sandwiches.

They settled back into their familiar surface-level banter. They flirted and they teased and they acted as though the conversation never happened.

They finished the bottle and debated ordering up another one before getting far too distracted with pulling each other’s clothes off as quickly as possible.

They were both far past tipsy and on the precipice of drunk, but they were supposed to be newlyweds, right? They were allowed to make a bit of a ruckus, laughing and moaning and accidentally falling out of bed.

That said, their neighbours were probably grateful when they passed out in a tangle of naked limbs and floral sheets around two in the morning.

It was the first time they had spent the night together. Also the first time they had had sex in a bed.

And when Peggy woke up, she looked over to see Jack’s sleeping face, much softer around the edges than she was used to. She felt a sort of warm feeling creep into her chest and, oh.

Oh, no.

This was worse than habit, or reliance, or even comfort. Far, far worse.

Peggy did not really believe in God but as she looked over at Jack, she was certain someone up there had it out for her. There could be no other reason for this to happen besides someone wanting a laugh.

Because they were both rational adults who should be able to navigate a relationship like this without catching feelings.

She knew she should stop staring before he woke up, because the last thing she needed was him holding this over her. So she extricated herself from the sheets, grabbed her clothes, and retreated to the bathroom.

Staring her in the face as soon as she entered was a picture frame with the embroidered words, I love you for sentimental reasons on it.

“Oh, sod off,” she told it.

She put herself together, all the while telling herself that she was a professional and she would do this job properly, no matter what she may – or may not be – feeling.

Jack woke up alone, which was fine.

He rolled over to murmur, “Good morning,” but found Peggy’s side of the bed empty, which made sense. They didn’t spend the night, they didn’t sleep together. They had sex. They were coworkers who had sex, and nothing more.

Or, perhaps a little bit more.

After last night, Jack would say that they were probably friends. Work friends, at the least.

He sat up and saw the light on in the bathroom and heard movement inside. He sighed and got out of bed. As enjoyable as it was, this op had been a bit of a bust. They had not learned anything more about the chemicals being brought into the country.

“You almost done in there, Marge?” he called. “You know they only serve breakfast till nine, and since it comes with the room, I’d like to get my money’s worth.”

“Your money’s worth?” She opened the door. “I thought this was a business expense.”

Peggy looked good. Which she generally did. But there was something different about her this morning. He wondered if she had done something different with her hair or her make up or something.

Jack stared at her blankly for such a long moment that Peggy wondered if he was hungover. Surely, he wasn’t that much of a lightweight.

“Jack?”

He blinked. “Right. Lemme just get dressed and we’ll go.”

As they headed down for breakfast, Peggy caught Jack stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. Which she wasn’t, of course, but she could see him out of the corner of her eye, squinting at her like he was trying to figure something out.

Then the elevator dinged and he was James Cooper, doting newlywed, once more. They did not keep their hands off of each other while in line for the buffet and as they filled their plates. They whispered to each other and shared not-so-secret smiles. Peggy was almost certain that Jack was keeping meticulous track of every touch since he seemed to kiss her cheek at least once every sixty seconds.

Peggy was certain the whole dining room was already sick of them by the time they had grabbed food and sat down.

“Not really keeping a low profile, there, Thompson,” she said in a low voice.

“What? Am I making you uncomfortable?” It was a challenge and Peggy knew it.

“Not at all, darling.” She let her real accent slip through, just to see if he would react to it. He did, shifting in his seat and looking away before regaining his composure.

He tilted his head, looking at her for a moment, before reaching across the table, taking her hand in his and gently pulling it forward so he could graze his lips ever so softly across her knuckles and the ring. His eyes never left hers and there was already a secret thrill thrumming through Peggy’s body when he said, softly, “You’d better be careful, Peggy, I could charm the pants off Harry Truman himself if I wanted to.”

It was a comment that should have made her laugh – a few weeks ago it would have. But now she realized that while his charm may or may not be effective when it came to the current president, it was when it came to her.

And Peggy knew that it was probably very stupid to play what was essentially affectionate chicken with a man she was starting to develop real feelings for, but she had never been able to resist a challenge.

So she ducked her head, looked at him through her eyelashes like she was going to play coy, then said, “Charm the pants off?” She reached her free hand under the table and ran it from his knee up his thigh. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

Jack appeared to choke on his breath for a moment but managed to clear his throat. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, letting go of her hand and focusing on his plate. “Maybe we’re getting too much into the cover.”

She pulled her hand back from his leg, surprised and a bit confused by his sudden change in demeanour. Had he not been the one who just teased her about being uncomfortable? “Right,” she said, picking up a piece of toast. “Of course.”

Jack stole a glance at her and while she had always been good at hiding her feelings, he had been around her long enough to see the way she had deflated a bit. He did feel kind of bad about saying it, but they needed to make sure the lines were clear, right? It wouldn’t do to have one of them get a false idea of what they were to each other.

But Peggy was nothing if not a professional. She smiled at him like an adoring wife and only he could tell it was fake. So he played along and they gott through breakfast.

And they played along in the busy elevator and the hallway to their room, where they packed up their things and hardly spoke to each other. And they played along and they played along and Jack got the sinking feeling that they were through. That he had somehow crossed a line at breakfast that he didn’t even realize was there until it was too late.

He looked over at Peggy, who sat beside him in the back of the taxi, her hand in his. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Of course, my love,” she said in her fake accent with fake love in her voice. “I’ve never been better.” And she kissed him on the cheek and he just wanted her to answer as herself, to tell him the truth because he was getting the feeling that when they arrived at work and the charade was truly over that she would never really talk to him again. Not about anything real at least.

But he just smiled and looked ahead again, playing with her hand in his because god help him if this was the last time he got to touch her.

“Here we are,” the taxi driver said, pulling onto the side of the street. “The New York Bell Company Office.”

Jack reached into his coat for his wallet and Peggy stepped out without a word. She took her bag from the trunk and headed inside.

“She’s a bit hot and cold, your old lady,�� the taxi driver said.

“You have no idea,” Jack said.

Peggy was already chatting with the lady who replaced Rose – he could not remember her name – when he caught up to her.

In the elevator, they were quiet for a moment until Peggy said, “About what you said at breakfast.”

And Jack was ready to apologise, almost willing to tell her how he really felt, but she continued before he managed to get the words out.

“If you would like to terminate our sexual relationship due to the complications it causes in our working relationship, I understand.”

“No,” Jack said, a little too forcefully. “No, I just meant that while undercover it’s easy to get carried away.”

Peggy nodded. “Right, yes. Very good.”

The elevator doors opened before Jack was able to ask anything else.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Chen called out. “How was the honeymoon?”

“Not as informative as we hoped it would be,” Peggy said. She shed her undercover persona as easily as she took off her coat, getting straight to business.

Jack watched her slip the ring off her finger with a distinct feeling of loss.

Peggy didn’t realize she was being followed until she stepped out of the subway car at her usual stop. She should have noticed the tall man in a trench coat earlier but she was preoccupied thinking about the undercover op. And Jack.

He was on her mind a lot these days, and not just in a ‘when can I get his skin on mine again’ sort of way, but in a soft morning, eating breakfast together sort of way.

That was what she was thinking about when she saw the man step onto the platform and realized that he had been standing outside the office when she left it as well. And now, as she made her way up the stairs to street level, he followed her.

The last thing she wanted to do was lead him to her home, where she could endanger Angie and all the other girls, so she went the opposite way, hoping to lose him in the busy streets.

But no matter how many alleys she slipped through and stores she ducked into, he was always there behind her. And she found herself in a less busy neighbourhood where it was more and more difficult to blend in with the crowds.

By now, he must have known that she knew she was being followed, so she decided the best thing to do was find a place to stand and fight. She stopped at a pawn shop, pretending to look at the wares in the window while glancing over to see the man awkwardly hanging back at the corner of an alley. She turned and walked right past him into the alley. She heard him begin to follow, somewhat uncertainly, and she quickly turned, landing a kick to his gut that tore at the seams of her skirt. Peggy bloody Cooper née Lydon and her adherence to fashion over practicality.

However, the kick surprised him enough that she was able to knock him out without too much fuss.

She didn’t see the second man until his bullet tore a painful path through her jacket and blouse and side. She cried out, tripping back as she pulled her gun from its holster. She stumbled behind a dumpster, leaning against the wall as she listened for him. He approached slowly, dragging his feet like he had never been taught the basics of moving around quietly.

Peggy took a steadying breath, ducked down and barrelled into him. A shot rang out but hit the brick wall behind her. She tackled him to the ground and his head hit the pavement so hard he was knocked out. Peggy stood up shakily, looking around. If there were two, there could be more, and she was in no state to fight more.

So she shoved her gun back into her jacket, pressed her hand against the bleeding wound, and ran.

Peggy didn’t stop to get her bearings until she was sure there was no one chasing her. Then she stumbled into another alleyway, pain blooming from her abdomen as her adrenaline faded. She leaned against a wall and took a look around, relieved to find that she did know where she was.

Unfortunately, it was nowhere near anyone who she could pop in on at this time of night with a gunshot in her belly.

Except.

She sighed. Of course. Of course she would get chased right into the neighbourhood where Jack lived.

A part of her wanted to risk trying to get back home, just to spare her pride. But she could already feel the wooziness coming on and knew she was being ridiculous. So she pressed her hand hard against the wound and began to make her way down the street.

She was pale and trembling by the time she was at the apartment building. She fumbled inside and leaned against the door frame as she knocked on the door.

Then she remembered it was about one in the morning and pounded harder on the door.

Finally she heard footsteps. “Who the hell is it?”

“Thompson, it’s me.” Peggy found her voice hoarse and sticking in her throat, but somehow he heard her. He opened the door and she nearly fell inside.

“Jesus, Marge,” he said, catching her in time. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Sharpe’s men, I’m guessing” she managed to get out. “Followed me.”

He led her inside, closing and locking the door behind them and deposited her on a chair in the kitchenette. She heard water running and then he was pressing a glass of water into her hand.

“Got anything stronger?” she croaked but gulped it down.

He was already off grabbing a med kit and she watched him, head still woozy. He knelt at her side, unbuttoning her jacket and blouse and gently peeling them away from the wound.

Jack sighed in relief. “It nicked you,” he said. “Pretty deeply, but it didn’t go through.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that,” Peggy said. “I’m the one who got shot.”

He looked up at her with the most disbelieving smile. “You are one of the most aggravating people that I have ever met, you know that?”

One of her hands moved to his face, her fingers sticky against his temple, leaving bloody fingerprints on his skin. “You have lovely eyes,” she murmured before her eyes closed and her head slumped down.

“Shit,” Jack said, surging up to grab her shoulders and shake them. “Carter! Carter, wake up!” When she didn’t, he slapped her face, once, then twice.

She took a shuddering breath and her eyes fluttered open. One hand gripped his arm tight as she looked around the room.

“Where–?”

“It’s okay,” Jack said. “Hey, hey, Peggy, it’s alright. You’re in my apartment.”

She relaxed, though her grip on his arm remained. “Right, yes.” Jack was still very close to her face and she got the fleeting urge to kiss him, just because it would be comforting.

Then he sank down again, focus on the wound. “I’m gonna patch you up now, alright?” he said, hands working deftly to clean it up.

Peggy shifted her gaze from his hands to his face, tight with worry and concentration. His hair, still a mess from bed, and the bloody fingerprints on his temple. If she blurred her eyes, they kind of looked like lipstick marks. The idea made her smile a bit, Jack and her after a late night out, stumbling home, his hair a mess from how many times she had run her fingers through it, her lipstick smudged and leaving marks on his mouth and face and neck. Falling into bed and passing out in each other’s arms. Waking up in the late morning hours, only to stay in bed and fool around.

She managed to stop her imagination there, as difficult as it was with Jack’s hands so gently touching her, putting her back together.

Maybe…

Jack looked up at her. The bandaging was in place and he was asking her something.

“Hmmm?”

He smiled softly. “You should lie down,” he said.

She tried to stand but got dizzy just thinking about it. Jack stood up, slipped an arm beneath her legs and around her shoulders and easily picked her up and carried her – bridal style – to his bed. She leaned against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. It was steadying.

He placed her on the bed, leaning down to gently take off her shoes, and then proceeded to tuck her in – something she would protest against if she were not in her condition. And the bed smelled like him and it brought her back to the hotel, to waking up next to him – and that feeling of maybe I want to do this forever.

It was somehow less terrifying now.

“I’ll be right over there if you–” He began to turn away, but Peggy rallied the last bit of strength she had left to reach out and grab his arm.

“Stay,” was all she could say, heavy eyelids drooping closed, but he understood. She felt his weight beside her, the careful way he positioned himself so he could hold her without hurting her. She drifted off with her fingers tangled with his and some partially-formed thought trying to make its way from her heart to her mind.

Jack didn’t fall asleep quite so easily. He looked down at Peggy, her usually perfect hair a sweaty mess. He could not deny the panicky feeling in his chest when he first saw her at his door, nearly passed out, blood seeping between her fingers, eyes desperate. He could not deny what that did to him – just like he could not deny why.

It was a bit of an anti-climactic epiphany, and he knew it didn’t really matter anyway. She was always the one who made sure it was clear that whatever it was they had, it was only physical. Besides, he knew he was not her type anyway. She went for the good guy, the nice guy, the Steve Rogers and Daniel Sousas of the world. And she was right to. They were the only ones who came close to deserving her.

So he held Peggy, staying vigilant in case she was followed and someone tried to attack her in this rare vulnerable moment. And he knew that, just like this night would end and she would leave his bed, so would this whatever-it-was end, and he would lose her. So he was not gonna miss a minute of it.

Peggy woke up to the smell of coffee and a sore everything. For a moment, she was confused about where she was, until she breathed in Jack’s scent on the pillow and relaxed again.

“Jack?” she murmured sleepily.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said and she rolled over to see him come over with a steaming cup of coffee, which he set on the bedside table, beside the med kit.

She started to sit up, winced at the pain in her abdomen, and before she knew it, Jack was knelt on the ground, helping her sit up. He looked up at her, searching her eyes to see if she was okay and Peggy could not get enough of how he was looking at her. Not like she was fragile or broken, but like she was not indestructible. She had never thought of Jack as anything even close to tender or gentle, but here he was, looking up at her like a devoted acolyte.

As she drank her coffee, she took the chance to look around Jack’s apartment. Since they had a strict no-staying-over policy, she had never really had the time to.

It was a bit bare, and she wondered how long he had lived here. There were a few pictures on the walls and shelves, and a few books, but not many other personal items.

There was also something else odd that it took her a few minutes to pinpoint. Most homes she spent any time in had some sort of war medal or other commendation displayed somewhere, since almost all the men she knew had served.

But of course, Jack’s Navy Cross would not be displayed with any sort of prominence. She imagined he kept it in the bottom of a drawer somewhere.

For the millionth time, Peggy wondered why on earth he had ever told her about that. It was not as though they had been particularly close back then.

Peggy looked over at him. He sat at the small table, pretending to read the paper, but glancing at her every now and then.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?” he said, immediately putting down the paper and getting up.

She hesitated. “Nevermind.”

He looked like he wanted to insist on it but changed his mind. “How are you feeling?” he asked instead.

She shrugged. “Alright. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, reaching out a hand to pull back the sheets and then stopped. “Can I…?”

“Yes, of course,” Peggy said, setting the now-empty mug back on the side table.

He pulled back the sheet and carefully peeled away the bandage. He nodded.

“What’s the verdict, doctor?” Peggy asked.

“Eh, you’ll live,” he said, applying disinfectant before bandaging it up again.

“Oh, good,” she said. “So I’ll be spared the scandal of dying in a bachelor’s apartment.”

He looked up at her.

“People would talk,” she said.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.

Against his protestations, she insisted she was fine to go back to her apartment after lunch, but he did insist on driving her, which she appreciated, but didn’t tell him.

Angie was just coming home from her shift as they arrived and helped Peggy up to their room, Jack hovering behind them the whole way.

“Make sure you replace the bandages every–”

“Jack,” she interrupted. “I do believe you and I received the same training. I am perfectly capable, and Angie will help if need be.”

Angie scrunched her nose. “Don’t count on it. I’m not good with blood.”

Jack looked like he wanted to use this as an argument against her, but before he could, Peggy said, “I’ll see you at work, Jack.”

“Not for a week at least,” he said.

Peggy glared at him.

Jack sighed. “Please, just take it easy for like two, three days.”

“Alright.”

He turned to Angie. “Make sure she doesn’t do anything too… Well, just try to stop her from doing things in general.”

“Aye aye cap’n,” Angie said, looking between him and Peggy curiously.

Jack gave Peggy one last nod and then left the apartment. As soon as the door closed, Angie turned to Peggy. “Oh my god, is that the no-strings coworker?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“You described him as ‘one of the worse ones,’” she said. “But he seemed positively sweet.”

“Oh, believe me, this is a far cry from his usual behaviour.”

Angie nodded. “So, are you allowed to tell me how this–” She gestured at Peggy’s abdomen. “–happened or is it classified?”

“Well, the wound is a result of someone shooting at me.”

“Gee, thanks, Peg, very enlightening.” Angie rolled her eyes.

Jack managed to not visit Peggy for a full two days. Then he showed up at her door with a bottle of scotch and a bouquet of flowers. This time Angie was just leaving as he arrived.

“Hey, English,” she called into the apartment. “Your not-boyfriend is here to see you!”

“Colleague or bothersome acquaintance would be just as accurate, you know,” Peggy called from inside.

“Or extremely handsome work friend,” Jack suggested.

Angie narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe I’ll just go back to fat-headed male co-worker.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” he said as she left.

Peggy was sitting in a chair by the window, open book in her lap.

“How’re you doing?” he asked.

“I am somehow managing to survive without your help,” she said, regarding him and his gifts curiously. “Are you here to wish me better, or are you a particularly scandalous prom date?”

Jack smiled. “Oh, are you rethinking our conversation about our high school selves?”

“Most certainly not,” she said. “Morbid curiosity does not necessarily equal attraction.”

Jack shrugged. “It can.” He placed the flowers and bottle on a side table and sat across from Peggy. He took a deep breath and looked at her like he was about to say something but appeared to change his mind. Then he rose abruptly and went over to the window, looking out at the city.

Peggy just watched him, a little amused.

He turned back to her. “Peggy,” he said, then hesitated again. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Peggy was quiet for a moment. “Is this another callback to that conversation?”

“No,” Jack said quickly. “I mean, yeah. I mean, enjoy the whiskey.” And then he was out of the apartment before Peggy could say anything.

She wondered when she let it slip that she liked whiskey. She wondered why the hell he remembered.

Peggy returned to work the next day, not necessarily because she felt entirely up to it, but because Jack’s behaviour yesterday was so intriguing, she couldn’t not appear unexpectedly just to see how he’d react. When she entered the bullpen, he was in his office and didn’t notice her, so she simply sat at her desk and began to go through her notes, waiting.

The door to his office opened and Peggy looked over at him. His jaw clenched slightly.

“What’re you doing here, Marge?” he asked. He sounded tired.

“I work here,” she said.

“I told you to take at least three days off.”

“You actually said two or three,” Peggy said. “And also you can’t tell me what–”

“I am literally your boss,” he interrupted.

No one was actually watching them, but Peggy knew that the other agents were listening intently while they pretended to work. Jack seemed to notice this as well.

“In my office, now,” he said.

Peggy waited until he had turned away before standing up, determined not to let him see her wince as she did so. It would not help her argument.

“Do you get off on disobeying authority?” Jack asked, when she had closed the door behind her.

“Do you want a serious answer?”

He sighed. “Go home, Peggy.”

“I will stay at my desk and do paperwork, I swear.”

“Believe it or not, we can get stuff done without you,” he said. “Don’t need you getting into trouble when you’re not at 100%.”

“I don’t see how I will get into any trouble at my desk.”

“I’m sure you’d find a way.”

Peggy crossed her arms. “Is this about me getting followed, because that could have just as easily been you.”

“You said yourself you should’ve noticed him. You were obviously distracted.”

“Distracted?” She was surprised and a little offended at the suggestion.

“Yeah, our whole thing was messing with you.”

“Well, I wasn’t the only one, James Cooper.”

“Only one? I knew it!” Jack exclaimed.

“Knew what?”

“You have feelings for me too.”

“I don’t see why you should be so triumphant given you just admitted it yourself.”

He stared at her, shaking his head. “C’mon, you’ve gotta go out with me now.”

“I don’t believe that falls under your authority as chief, so I don’t need to do anything.”

Jack sighed. “You’re–”

“Impossible, yes, I am aware,” Peggy interrupted.

“No – well, yeah, you are, but I don’t care.”

She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes, you’re the most frustratingly stubborn person I’ve ever met, but I–” He saw Peggy try to hide a growing smile. “You know,” he said.

“Know what?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

“I would prefer to avoid any misunderstanding.”

“If I do, will you go home until you’re recovered?”

“I will consider it,” she said, and when Jack frowned, she continued. “What? You didn’t think I’d start listening to you just because I’m in love with you, did you?”

Jack’s response caught in his throat as her words sank in. Peggy smiled. “Jack Thompson at a loss for words, I wish I wasn’t the only one seeing this.” She patted his arm. “I may find the need to go to the file room later, where you can find me once you have recovered.”

Jack watched her go, her words bouncing around his mind like a pinball machine. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he found his way to the file room, where Peggy stood with her back to the door, an open box in front of her. She turned when she heard him.

“It’s about ti–” she began to say, but Jack closed the door and grabbed her and kissed her in one fluid motion. He pulled her close – careful to avoid her wound – and pressed her against the table. Peggy winced but grabbed the lapels of his jacket tightly, matching his determined energy.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Jack said, breathless, “Go out with me.”

“Is that an order, chief?” she asked.

“Would that make a difference?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

“I will go out with you,” she said after a moment. “On one condition.”

“Anything,” he murmured.

“You stop calling me Marge.”

He pulled away. “It’s a nickname, a term of endearment.”

“I’m sure.”

“Is that your only condition?”

She thought for a moment. “Yes.”

“Alright, fine.”

The door opened suddenly, and they heard Chen begin to say, “I knew you two–” before Peggy had him pinned against the wall.

“If you tell anyone, I will ensure you regret it,” she said. “Do you believe me?”

He nodded, eyes wide. She let him go and he hurried out of the room.

Jack whistled. “Guess I don’t have to worry about threatening guys who hit on you. You’d have murdered them before I got a chance.”

“If you threatened a guy who hit on me, I’d beat you up myself,” she said with a smile.

“Baby, don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said, pulling her close again.

#my writing #cartson #agent carter #peggy carter #jack thompson #mcu #peggy x jack #jack x peggy #peggy carter x jack thompson #jack thompson x peggy carter #wattpad #amwriting #wattpadlife #ao3 #ff.net #fanfic #mine #oneshot

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thespiritoflife · 2 years

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Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem!reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, ANGST

The necklace

Peggy looked at me. Who would have said that this is for the last time ..

"Y / N. I'll see you when you get back," she whispered. There was a promise in her sentence. The promise that when I come back, we'll finally be together.

After so many years. After so many years of hiding our feelings. After so many years of a pain in our hearts. After so many years of grief. We couldn't be together. We couldn't.

"Agent Carter! Come here, we need you, " someone shouted at her.

"I'm coming," she shouted back, looking at me once more.

"I'll be back," I assured her, and I hurried to the plane. Steve and Bucky were in it. They both smirked. I rolled my eyes and said nothing. They probably knew what was going on between me and Peggy. But I didn't feel like tell them something. It was just between me and her.

I touched the necklace. She gave it to me herself. She said I could not return it to her until the end of time. So never.

I smiled.

My beloved Peggy.

Cars raged in New York and blew horns. I put my palms to my ears. It didn't help. Nick Fury's words kept ringing in my head.

I felt terribly cold. White darkness. Nothing. No Peggy. No love. Nothing........

"You slept for 70 years ..."

"Are you asking where Steve Rogers is? He's stayed in the past."

"I've told you for the hundredth time that I don't know where's Peggy ..."

It hurt. I couldn't believe it. I was born to live during the 20th century, not the 21st century.

She was left alone.

I cried desperately. People ignored me. It was so different .. Everything.

And I cried even more when I noticed a happy pair of women.

"You married." I said. I finally went to visit her. She remembered me. She cried when she saw me. She was still alive. Her body was old, but her soul was not.

I wanted to go back. To Peggy.

"Y / N .. are you alive .."

I held her hand. A few tears ran down my cheeks.

"We weren't given it." I whispered.

Peggy interrupted me. "We weren't, but it probably should have been like thjs... maybe in the next life," her voice sounded hopeful.

How come she still had hope? Hope died in me.

I put a necklace in her hand. "End of time," I muttered.

Peggy's face suddenly changed. She threw the necklace on the ground. "Who are you? What do you want?"

I cried. "Peggy, it's me .. Y / N .."

My heart was even more destroyed when I heard that she had died in 3 days. I stared at her necklace at her funeral. She had it around her neck.

"I don't know you ... I don't know you ..." she muttered, startled and my heart broke.

She died with me.

#peggy carter #peggy carter x reader #peggy carter x you #peggy carter x y/n #peggy carter fic #peggy carter fanfic #peggy carter fanfiction #peggy carter oneshot #marvel #mcu #avengers #avenger #marvel fanfic #mcu fic #agent carter one shot #agent carter

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maddiedrawz · 2 years

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how you get the girl

pairing: cartinelli

rating: g for god peggy you're such an idiot

word count: 1232

summary: peggy followed tay's tutorial

author's note:

this quickly turned into a "how many taylor swift references can maddie stuff into this thing" challenge

also thank you @piamastea and mindie for being my awesome betas!!!

AO3 LINK✨

#dont worry i cried too #maddie's folklore #agent carter #peggy carter #angie martinelli #cartinelli #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel #agent carter fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #fluff and angst #light angst #hurt/comfort #how you get the girl #taylor swift #taylor swift lyrics

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sylviegirlfriend · 2 years

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An Unsual Savior | Peggy Carter x Reader

Hey! It’s been so long since I posted my last Marvel imagine, so I thought why not post one, cause I feel like since I created my Heathers blog, I was leaving these stories behind.

Ok, so, here we go! One for the girls (and the gays), hahahah

This is me trying to recover from that scene in MOM, at least making Peggy happy in one timeline!

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Send me an ask or comment in one of my last posts, I’ll be glad to write for you!

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(Please, take a look at this woman!)

Prompt: You are the nurse on Colonel Phillips' staff, you live among the soldiers and serve the highest echelons of the Army. Until the day an incident changes his relationship with your superiors.

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You were in for another one of those boring, monotonous days at work. Of course it was always a different emotion when working in the Army, even more so as a nurse, you can handle anything. You were lucky that the Wars were still far away, and the soldiers were only present at the barracks to train with Phillips and his rank.

Every now and then you would have a soldier in your tent, wounded by an accidental bullet, or with a twisted bone from stumbling in the midst of despair.The colonel trusted you blindly. He kept saying that of all the nurses he'd hired, you were the best. And the other bosses said the same thing. You'll lose count of how many times you've caught yourself blushing over some spontaneous compliment from the bosses. Especially if it was from a specific boss.

Your colleagues were jealous of your “fame”, but it was no use. They preferred to always let some flirt slip out while tending to wounded soldiers, while you were more centered and didn't take long to tend to their wounds.

That day, you were practically alone, tending to a soldier wounded in the leg by an accidental bullet, which happened often. He was clearly a rookie, he seemed very nervous about everything and he looked desperate because of that measly injury.

As usual, you soothed him until he'd gotten the bandage back in place, and you gave him two gentle pats on the shoulder to encourage him not to give up on his enlistment.

Just as the soldier limped out and gave him a shy smile, a larger soldier appeared at the tent door. Apparently he didn't have anything on his body, much less the mark of something.

He leaned against the tent frame and smirked in his direction. Only then did you recognize him.

Gilmore Hodge. You couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

"Hiya, nurse," he laughed, as if he had won. “Can you take a look at me, please? I think I injured my chest with a bullet during training.”

"If you'd hurt your chest, you wouldn't even be walking, Hodge," you said, unable to contain your sneer. He frowned, as any oppressor would.

"The bullets were blanks, nurse..."

You made a nasal sound as if you agreed, and pointed to the bed in front of you, as if asking him to sit down. That's what he did.

“Let me see this, then,” you began, trying to get into Hodge's joke. This isn't going to end well, you thought. “May I lift your uniform, soldier?”

He smirked again. You were sure.

"You don't even have to ask, nurse..."

You lifted his uniform carefully, noting that there really wasn't any sign of a gunshot anywhere on his chest. Hodge was still smiling when you looked back at him, and in a rush, the soldier's strong, powerful hands pinned you against your body.

“Hodge-”

“Calm down, nurse. You're very beautiful, I'll be careful with you,” he said, sexy and whispered. Any innocent girl would fall for that talk, but you, who knew him better than anyone else, were already waiting.

You struggled to free yourself from his arms, but the soldier's grip was winning. He didn't feel sorry, as much as he promised, he was soon approaching her face by force and kissing her forcefully. Hodge's lips smelled of cigarettes, and he was unyielding.You tried to let go again, but it didn't work, like the other times.

“Soldier Hodge?”

Agent Peggy Carter's sweet, commanding voice made you jump. He ignored her, though, and continued kissing you forcefully. That's when you started punching his chest, hoping it would have some effect.

“Soldier Hodge, will you release the nurse, please?”

He moaned still into your lips and released you, finally. The air returned to your lungs, and you glanced around to see Peggy leaning against the tent, as he had, her arms wrapped around her body, her face unfriendly.

"Soldier Hodge."

“Yes, ma'am, ma'am,” he saluted, trying not to show he was afraid. He was bad at doing that, though. And you chuckled, finding the situation amusing.

“He was just tending to some injuries, ma'am. Don't worry."

Okay, his attitude wasn't cool at all, but you'd rather hide the truth than have to witness an arrest or a rejection right in a tent where peace should reign.

Peggy, however, was not resigned, but nodded, sort of understanding your position on the matter. Hodge, who had remained silent for a while, nodded once and buttoned his uniform again, his expression tense and frightened.

“Anyway, I apologize for my lack of sense, nurse,” he said, probably because he wanted to get rid of Peggy's scolding. “Thanks for the help, I'm feeling better now. Thank you so."

And without another word, he walked out of the tent, leaving you and Peggy alone.

She wasn't looking at you, she was more amused by watching Hodge walk away with his tail between his legs, but when he finally left the tent, Peggy Carter's beautiful, deep-set eyes stared into your face steadily.

"I know he was trying to forcefully kiss you, no need to lie."

Your eyes widened, startled.

"I-I...", not knowing what to say, you saluted. “Sorry, ma'am.”

She smiled, and she had the most beautiful smile in the world. With that British accent that set her apart from the others, she replied. “No need for that formality either, (Y\N), you and I are co-workers.”

“Sorry, ma'am,” you repeated firmly.

"You don't even need to ask me for forgiveness, and you don't even need to call me ma'am."

“Sorry, ah… okay, Peggy,” you blushed. "Thanks."

She smiled again in your direction and nodded once, moving a considerable distance from your body. Just then, your heart was already racing.

"Are you okay? Did he physically hurt you or something?”

"No, I...", you blushed again. "I think not."

"Oh, then that's great."

Peggy turned around, ready to leave, but not before giving her one more smile, trying to sound friendly. She managed this without much trouble, of course. Everyone was delighted with her pose on and off the battlefield.

Suddenly, when you had already turned to your chores, and were packing some first-aid instruments in your bag, she spoke again, surprising you:

"Hey, I've been thinking…" she began, clearing her throat. “We both have free time this afternoon. I think we can, who knows, have a coffee at a coffee shop next door. What do you think?"

"You and I?"

"Why not?"

"Oh..."

She arched an eyebrow. "Come on, (Y\N), you won't be working all day."

Defeated, totally surrendered by that woman, you smiled and shrugged.

“Alright, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing to me…”

Peggy seemed to get a different glint in her eyes when you agreed to go out with her, and before finally leaving you alone, she winked at you. “I'll be waiting for you. Maybe you want a ride too, in my jeep. I'll be happy to help."

Her irresistible charm made you blush. Well, that had been quite a day, and depending on how the afternoon turned out, it would be hard to forget...

#peggy carter x reader #peggy carter #agent carter #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #marvel #oneshot #lgbt #imagine #fluffy #i love peggy too much i'm sorry #she's everything

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buckrecs · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you’re doing well! Can you please recommend Bucky x fem reader where the reader is the villain or like morally grey? Or against Bucky (like fighting against him or something )

Villain / Morally Gray Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Carried Away by @buckysgoldenheart

Bucky wasn't exactly the best at assassinating the targets he was assigned to.

HYDRA by @waiting4inspiration

You’re Bucky’s next mission while he’s with the Avengers. He was given the mission because they think you’re still a HYDRA agent and that he might know you. He does remember you, but he can’t bring himself to hurt you because he remembers everything you’ve been through with him.

Till Death Do Us Apart by @giorno-plays-piano

Sergeant Barnes by @ladyeliot

You joined the Strategic Scientific Reserve with the sole intention of avenging your father’s death.

Ready To Comply by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Something had been missing. But that has nothing to do with your life time enemy standing in front of you to finally end this.

Dismantled by @adrinktostopyourthirst

You like them on their knees, but this one stands much taller than you.

SERIES

hurts like hell by @extremelyblackandwhite

she loses him at the battle of wakanda and grows into a morally grey witch trying to gain him back.

burn the witch by @dreamwritesimagines

There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.

one’s promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Cheek to Cheek by @wienerbarnes

Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, and Bucky Barnes seek the help of a condemned ex-Hydra murderer and kidnapper who claims to have psychic powers to find two missing college students.

Kill ‘Em With Kindness by @captainsimagines

You’re a vigilante with a dark past, who is recruited for a mission against the powers holding your sister hostage, and fall in love with the only person who escaped those powers alive.

Take Me Out by @shamevillain

You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties

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justreckin · 20 days

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20 questions for fic writers

alright @emonydeborah said hey there's a thing and i say yes (ages later)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 6

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 28,070

3. What fandoms do you write for? Honestly, whatever's catching my fancy in that moment. Of the things I've posted, The Librarians is the only fandom that I've ever even posted more than one fic for.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Raising Harry (Harry Potter/Underworld) Where Selene comes across Harry playing at the park alone at night and decides that the best idea is to sorta adopt him.

Never Say He Isn't Grateful (Agent Carter/Captain America) Howard realizes he owes Peggy big time and the best way for him to repay her is to go rescue Steve.

5 Times Ezekiel Called Eve Mum and the Time They Made it Official (The Librarians) 5+1 what it says on the tin.

Second Time Around (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) Coulson went in on the Bahrain mission, May died. Oneshot re-write of the first episode that I considered expanding and have actually written other chapters for but... 🤷‍♀️

How Apep got Ezekiel Grounded for the Rest of his Natural Life (The Librarians) Season 3 Finale in the same universe as the previous Librarians fic that has a second chapter I have yet to write...

5. Do you respond to comments? I certainly try to. I'm not the best at it, but I love getting to have a conversation with anyone who likes the same things I do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Heh probably I'm Not Your Mother but even then it's a) not really all that angsty and b) mostly that I dropped a mean bomb on characters and then ran away because I have no idea what else to do with it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ...everything else? Look, canon is already regularly very mean to characters. I am here to live in my happy little fantasies where everything works out.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se but I'd left up an unfinished multi-chapter fic at one point and someone commented that I was the reason they'd lost faith in authors with unfinished works and is maybe more responsible for me not posting any of the myriad of things I have on my computer than I want to admit.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nah. I write more family than relationship stuff, really.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes. Uh... it's not posted, but maybe the Harry Potter/Song of the Lioness that I hashed out at one point.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ha! @emonydeborah and I spitball all the time (it's wonderful) and she absolutely gets credit if that parent trap fic ever gets finished, but I don't think I'm up to the group project that would be co-writting a fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? the Enterprise NCC-1701 dash nothing! All jokes aside, it genuinely is the only ship I go back to on a regular basis.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uh... honestly, I don't know that I'll ever finish half the things in my WIP folder.

16. What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue. I feel I'm pretty good at getting the character's literal voice down.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything happening around the dialogue. In my head these people are always moving around and doing things, but it always feels so clunky if I try to put that onto a page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Maybe an individual word or two for a curse or endearment. I know enough Spanish I'd probably be comfortable writing in it. But that'd be about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uh.... Star Trek? One sec, must check files. Yeah, pretty sure it was a short TOS thing. Hmm might need to take a look at that again, clean it up, repost...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Posted? Probably Ezekiel calling Eve mum. Not posted? Nah, actually, don't know that there is one that's not posted.

.... @the-redhead-in-a-dress and @sun-lit-roses did you do it yet, did you do it? I wanna see 😁

#pretty sure y'all've already done this #what i get for showing up three weeks late #and not even starbucks to show for it #oh well #not that i have much written/posted/finished anyways #still fun 😁😁

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darling--pretty · 4 months

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Happy Holidays and Steggy Secret Santa times. @tragicallywicked! I apologize for being so late-- I had really hoped to get this all out in one big oneshot, but I hope you'll find some cheer in extending the holiday magic!

You said you wanted to just live in the post-Endgame bliss and I hope I delivered... Have a wonderful New Year!

#steggysecretsanta #steggysecretsanta2023 #darling pretty writes #steggy

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imkittyjustkitty · 2 years

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✂︎ - - - - - - - - - Kitty's Reader Insert Masterlist - - - - - - - - - - -

Below the cut are links to my writings for ; Marauders Era , Agent Carter , the Hatchetfield Universe , Little women , Stranger Things

— Marauders Era

Marauders + Co. ;

♡ — Party !! 852 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (celebration) Getting ready for a party with the marauders girls

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A Reverse Steve Rogers

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Requested by @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer !! Thanks for the request, and for being so patient while I got it done! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, friend of Tony Stark, and the one who helped Steve Rogers adjust to the 21st century after he came out of the ice, gets flung back into the 1940s when something goes wrong on a training mission. She has no idea how long her stay in the 40s might be, but one way or another, it's going to be interesting.

Word Count: 4,684

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This doesn't follow any of the season 2 timeline lol, just some vague stuff put together for the sake of this story.

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"We could always just find another ticket for her and make up a reason for her to be there on her own..."

"Yeah? Like what? At this event, anybody with the slightest hole in their story is gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

I looked between Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa as they talked, frantically trying to figure out what to do with me tonight. They were currently in the middle of breaking up a secret society in Los Angeles, and they had a mission disguised as a date tonight where they'd be infiltrating a fancy party being thrown by said society.

Unfortunately for them, I'd landed in their laps (pretty literally) this afternoon, and accidentally thrown a wrench into their whole operation.

One minute, I'd been doing a training mission with the Avengers. The next, I'd been falling on top of a desk in the SSR in 1947. I still didn't know exactly what had thrown me back in time, but no matter what the cause, the fact didn't change that I was here, and would be for the foreseeable future.

I'd almost had a heart attack when I'd looked up to see THE Peggy Carter, founder of SHIELD and total badass, standing in front of me. I think I freaked her and Daniel out a little by fangirling the minute I got up off the floor, but a stranger landing in the middle of their super high-level organization probably would've landed me in the interrogation room anyway.

Thankfully, I knew Steve Rogers pretty well, and so did Peggy. I'd mentioned his name briefly when trying to explain how I knew who she was, but then I'd been able to use what I knew about Steve and the stories he'd shared with me to convince her I was telling the truth about time travel.

Since then, we'd done some brief introductions and I'd been let out of the interrogation room. I'd been given the bare minimum details of the mission to understand the conversation, and now I sat on the edge of a desk watching Daniel and Peggy talk as they tried to adjust their plans.

"Perhaps Mr. Jarvis would be available on short notice to take her as a date..." mused Peggy.

"Whoa, Jarvis? Oh my gosh, the real person Jarvis is alive and walking around right now. That makes sense," I said, mostly talking to myself.

"That still doesn't solve the problem of them not being on the guest list," continued Daniel, he and Peggy only briefly glancing my way at the outburst.

"Maybe Howard could help us secure another two."

"He already wore out his welcome with these guys to get you in there the first time."

"Did you just say Howard? As in Howard Stark?"

Peggy and Daniel groaned in unison.

"Don't tell me you're a big fan of him too?" groaned Daniel.

"His ego's already big enough as it is," Peggy agreed.

"No, it's not that, I- uh... nevermind." I pushed off the desk, waving off thoughts of Tony. I still wasn't clear on how this time travel stuff worked, and I didn't want to go telling people about Howard Stark's currently nonexistent son without more assurance it wouldn't have any crazy impact first. "Look, you guys clearly don't have space for me in this mission. The best path is a small team, specifically a couple, who can enjoy the night like a regular date while still gathering intel and handling the mission."

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and I could see an entire conversation passing between them. I continued.

"I might not know much about the forties, but I'm still a capable adult. I'm an Av- I was on a team with Steve to take on missions around the world. I'll be fine handling myself for a bit while you guys take care of business."

"Are you sure?" asked Peggy with a frown.

"We don't want to completely abandon you. Disappearing from your own time and reappearing in another can't be easy," added Daniel.

I gave them a faint smile, momentarily overwhelmed with memories. I'd first met Steve when he'd shown up in the future and needed someone to help him adjust. I'd been a SHIELD agent at the time, responsible for liaising with Tony Stark, so they figured helping a living legend adjust would be nothing compared to that.

They'd been right, and we'd hit it off the bat. When Tony eventually formed the team, I'd been on the roster. And now, I was the one being faced with adjusting to another time.

"It's not easy," I said to Daniel, the smile still on my face. "But I also don't need babysitters when those babysitters have important, world-saving duties to attend to. I actually have a little bit of an advantage, going back in time. I took history classes and whatnot, so I at least have some idea of how this world works."

"Well, if you're sure-"

"Alright! Sousa, Marge, fear not! The cavalry is here."

I turned at the sound of a new voice, but not before I caught Peggy and Daniel rolling their eyes so far back into their heads I couldn't see the pupils. A tall, blond man in a suit was striding across the room towards us, and a second after I started sizing him up he noticed me and did the same.

"Who's this?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of us. Peggy and Daniel didn't answer right away, apparently working together to gather mental strength before entering the conversation with this guy. I just leaned back a bit against the desk and watched.

Peggy and Daniel took a second to make significant eye contact, then sighed as one. Daniel turned to Jack, and Peggy subtly shifted closer to me.

"She's somebody who does a job like ours, but from the future," said Daniel. Jack just stared at him for a minute, then looked to me, and then back at Daniel.

"Sousa, despite what you might think, I'm not stupid."

"Jack, I get that it's hard to believe, but if you actually listen for two seconds-"

Jack huffed and crossed his arms while Daniel kept talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Peggy leaning in towards me, and I blocked out the boys' argument as she whispered to me.

"Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hit me," I whispered back. Peggy sighed.

"Jack has recently had a moral epiphany," she started. I took half a second to give her a curious glance, and she just rolled her eyes in response. "It's been mostly nice, both to have him on our side and to finally have him respecting me and Daniel and anyone that's not an older man already in power.

"That said, we don't have space for him on this mission. All he's going to do is be a nuisance, and he's far less likely to agree to being benched than you."

"And I take it you have a solution for this?"

"Yes. But it would require throwing you under the bus to keep him occupied tonight."

I paused for a second, giving Jack another good look. He and Sousa were still in the middle of a heated argument while Sousa tried to convince him I was actually a time traveler, and even though they both seemed exasperated, Jack also seemed to be enjoying the back and forth. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Peggy Carter, it would be an absolute honor to assist you on a mission," I said, turning to her with a smile. "Even if it means spending the evening learning about the forties from a slightly questionable teacher."

"You're a lifesaver," she said, giving me a smile back. She pushed off the desk, moving towards Daniel and Jack to interrupt them but shooting me a wink first. "And don't worry, I'll give you an actual introduction to the decade after this mission is over."

I nodded, then Peggy got Jack and Daniel's attention to put their argument to rest and explain the situation. Jack raised an eyebrow when Peggy told him his job would be keeping me company, but she phrased it well enough that it didn't quite sound like babysitting for either of us. Finally, he agreed, and Peggy and Daniel headed out for their event, leaving me and Jack Thompson alone in the bullpen of the LA SSR.

He stood by the windows, staring out at the traffic below as I spun around in a swivel chair. I kept looking at him, but he didn't look over at me once, at least not that I could catch. Finally, after a few more rotations, I huffed a sigh and pushed myself up. I put my hands on my hips, but Jack still didn't look over.

"Alright, I'm bored out of my mind, which should not be a possibility less than three hours after I suddenly appeared in a different time period," I said. Jack finally looked over at me, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he did. I continued. "You're supposed to be helping me adjust to this place, since I don't know how long I'm gonna be here. Believe it or not, it didn't take me that long to adjust to this office."

He sighed heavily, but stepped away from the window anyway, stopping a few feet in front of me with his arms across his chest. He stared at me for a few seconds without saying anything, and I just stared right back. I crossed my arms to mirror him and he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You're really from the future?" he finally asked.

"Did the twenty minutes Peggy and Daniel spent convincing you not settle this matter?"

He grunted, then finally dropped his arms back to his sides.

"Fine. What do you want to do then?"

I grinned. "Any good places to grab a drink and a dance around here?”

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"This is only my first week in LA, so if this place ends up being terrible, it's the city's fault and not mine," said Jack as we stepped out of the cab together. I'd taken a second to find a dress to steal from Peggy's emergency disguise stash at the SSR, since my 21st century mission clothes would probably cause a riot if I went out in them, and then Jack and I had jumped in a cab to a spot in town he'd heard about.

"Boooo," I teased as he paid the driver and we headed in together. "You can't consider the possibility of the night being a failure before it's even started! It's a jinx."

"A jinx?"

"Yeah, you know. Like bad luck."

"I know the definition of the word jinx," he scoffed. "I just think it's ridiculous you believe in them."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Actually, I didn't want to tell Peggy and Daniel this, but in the future we've discovered that a lot of things people dismissed as superstitions or bad luck are actually true. Like jinxes. Oh, and breaking a mirror? That actually will mess you up! We didn't realize it until science advanced a little further, I think in the seventies, but it's true."

Jack stared at me for a few seconds, and I stared back with a perfectly neutral expression on my face. Then, he broke into a grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

"You're messing with me."

"I definitely am."

He scoffed and shook his head, but the smile didn't drop off his face. He sighed dramatically, looking up at the club in front of us, then held out his arm for me to take.

"C'mon. You're the one who wanted to experience the time period."

I smiled up at him, then looped my arm through his. He pulled me a little closer, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't speed up a bit as we walked into the club together.

Immediately I got hit with the music I associated with the swinging jazz of the 1940s as we stepped into a world of men in suits and women in old-style dresses, all twirling across the dancefloor together.

"Whoa," I breathed. Suddenly, it started to sink in that I was actually in the 1940s, more than 80 years from everything and everyone I knew. A new surge of sympathy for Steve welled up in my chest.

"You alright?" asked Jack, nudging me a little as we stood in the doorway. I took a deep breath in and out, then slowly nodded. "Okay, good. Let's go get a drink.”

I huffed a laugh as he pulled me through the crowd and towards the bar. We managed to find two stools, and Jack pulled my seat out for me before I sat down. I couldn't help giving him a slightly bemused look, which he grunted about as he took the seat next to me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, waving him off. "Just, you know... forties."

He turned to stare at me, his eyebrows knit together, but the bartender appeared before he could question what I was talking about.

"What can I get the two of you?" asked the bartender. Jack turned to me, letting me go first.

"I'll have an old fashioned, please."

Both he and Jack looked at me for a second, but I looked right back at both of them like they were crazy for questioning it (because they were). After a second, Jack shrugged and turned back to the bartender.

"I'll do the same."

The bartender nodded, then moved away to make the drinks. I turned and gave Jack a smile.

"Thanks for buying," I said. "I didn't have my wallet on me when I got sucked back in time, and even if I did, I don't think the bartender would be able to accept the kind of bills I carry. I'm not trying to get arrested for counterfeiting a few hours into being in the past."

Jack chuckled. "Sure thing. So, an old fashion, huh?"

"Yeah. It's Ton- uh, it's my friend's favorite drink. He got me drinking them, too."

"Hm. Future sounds like a wild place."

"Honestly, I'd say 1940 is a little wilder."

The bartender set down our drinks, and Jack put a few bills on the table. Then, once he was out of earshot again, I turned to Jack with a smile.

"Cheers," I said, raising my glass in toast. "To new experiences and getting to know each other and this weird ass trip back to the past."

Jack smiled, although I could tell he was fighting it, and clinked his glass with mine before we both took a sip.

"So, Jack Thompson... tell me about the forties."

Jack and I spent the next hour talking about everything from foods that hadn't been invented yet (ranch dressing!) to the weird, national popularity of baseball and how I couldn't wait to see people start getting the memo about the NBA. Some of it was informative, even helpful, but for the most part we just... talked. Laughed. Joked around and enjoyed each other's company like people who'd known each other much longer than a few hours.

For some reason, it just felt easy. Going into this, heading out with someone who was clearly a confident, if not arrogant, man from the 1940s, with Peggy's warnings on top of everything else? Well, let's just say I didn't have the highest of hopes. But by some miracle, whether it was our equally loud and teasing personalities or that fact that I proudly didn't know anything about baseball beyond the fact that games took way too long, rather than the ignorance or indifference he had been expecting... Jack Thompson and I got on like wildfire.

"I'm just saying, when you're watching a legend play, that's the only part of the game that matters!" Jack continued, defending his baseball stance. "And DiMaggio's a legend."

"Yeah, no shit," I scoffed, rolling my eyes to go with it. Jack snorted at my language, but I caught him grinning at me all the same as he took a sip from his drink. "But, unlike in other sports, your legend's only playing for like fifteen minutes out of every hour. Still boring!"

Jack opened his mouth, clearly ready with some other comeback that would do absolutely nothing to change my position, but before he could, the band started up with something I actually recognized.

"Oh my God!" I cried, setting down the now-empty glass that previously held my second old fashioned. "This song- we have to go dance!"

"You know this song?" asked Jack, only looking slightly bemused as he set down his glass and I dragged him towards the dance floor.

"Yeah. Steve plays it all. The damned. Time," I said, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the floor. I moved to drop Jack's hand now that I'd gotten him out here, but he just squeezed it tighter and pulled me closer. "It's one of the only songs from the forties he plays that I can actually stand."

Jack scoffed, wrapping an arm around my waist as we started twirling across the floor together. "You're actually friends with him? Sousa wasn't making that whole thing up?"

"What? No. Actually, I'm the one that helped him adjust to the future not long after he woke up in my time."

Jack nodded, looking thoughtful. "So that's why you recognized Carter? Sousa said you almost fainted from excitement when you first saw her."

"No. I mean, sort of, I guess. But I would've known her even without Steve. She's only the coolest, most badass woman and intelligence pioneer the world has ever known," I said. Jack snorted, and I scowled. "What? You disagree?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I'd probably argue there are some other intelligence pioneers that deserve mention. But... I guess no, I don't necessarily disagree. Just don't mention it to her, alright? I'll deny it, and I don't need her immortalization from a time traveler being thrown in my face every time I work a case with her for the rest of time."

I laughed, and Jack gave me a knowing smile before spinning me out and away from him. He twirled me across the floor before pulling me back to him quickly. We moved in perfect harmony, picking up our pace to match the band and putting the other couples to shame. We quickly got lost in our own little world, to the point that everyone and everything except the music disappeared. When Jack sped up, I sped up a little more, and we easily met each other's challenges, stupid smiles on our faces the whole time.

When a slower song started playing, Jack and I finally relaxed the pace, forgoing the elaborate dance moves to just sway in place and catch our breaths for a minute. I was still a little lost in our moment, enough so that I didn't notice someone else approaching us until he shoved himself part way between me and Jack.

"Hey doll. Mind if I cut in?" The guy leered over me, totally ignoring Jack as he reached for my hand without waiting for my answer. I scoffed, my tired-but-happy smile instantly turning into a scowl. Jack seemed equally frustrated and moved as if he was about to step in and do something about it, but I decided to just take care of it for the both of us.

"Actually, yeah, I do mind," I snapped, fixing the guy with an unimpressed look as I snatched my hand out of his reach. He seemed incredibly surprised by my response, but I plowed ahead anyway. "I'm dancing with someone already, and even if I weren't, I have no interest at all in dancing with you. So... scram. Or beat it. Or whatever people say now."

The man just stood there for a second, open-mouthed, blinking at me in stunned silence. Then, his expression shifted into a scowl and his face started to turn red.

"I- You- How dare you-!"

"Dude, get lost," I said, crossing my arms and staring him down as I talked over him. I glanced over his shoulder to Jack, who also looked shocked but in a pleasantly surprised way, and addressed him. "What's another good way to tell someone to go away?"

He shrugged, a delighted smile growing on his face. "Take a powder?"

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jack just nodded, so I looked back at the rude guy. "Alright, take a powder. Hit the bricks. Take a long walk off a short pier. Other creative ways to say leave. I want to dance to this lovely song with my dance partner here, who is not you, so... yeah. Take the blatant instructions."

The man whirled around to Jack, like he expected him to say or do something to reign me in. Jack just shrugged again.

"You heard the lady. I'm not gonna tell you anything she didn't already say."

The man scowled, whipping back to look at me again. I just met him with crossed arms and a look that told him I wouldn't be budging an inch. He spluttered a few more incoherent words in indignation, then stormed off the dance floor and out of sight. I sighed, then faced Jack again.

"How wildly out of place was that for the time period? Both him and me?" I asked. Jack grinned.

"Him? Not very. You? Insanely," he said, taking my hand again as we went back to gently swaying in place. He tugged me a little closer to his chest, and I smiled. "I gotta say though, I sure enjoyed watching it."

"Good. Because I don't actually care at all, and I had a lot of fun doing that."

Jack laughed, throwing his head back before fixing me with a brilliant smile. He twirled me out and away from him again, then pulled me right back into his chest. We swayed together, closer than we'd been all night, and to my surprise I started noticing more than a few butterflies squirming in my chest as I stared up at the SSR Chief. Hm, noted the more logical side of my brain as we moved across the crowded dance floor. Nice, my heart replied as Jack's strong hand laid firmly on my waist and my hand traveled to the collar of his shirt.

Jack and I spent the rest of the night at the club, enjoying the music, the dancing, and each other's company until the place turned on the lights and threw us out. A few times, other men came up to hit on me and "steal me away" from Jack. Each time, I dressed them down and sent them on their way, and each time Jack just grinned and watched me do it. I could still tell he was ready to jump in, that his instinct was to take care of it for me, but he seemed to enjoy watching the jerks splutter and babble in shock and surprise as much as I did.

Afterwards, when we wandered back out onto the LA street together, Jack insisted on escorting me back to Howard Stark's place, where I'd be staying with Peggy. It was going to be incredibly weird staying at Tony's dad's house, meeting him and the real-human Jarvis, but I could process that later. Right now, I wanted to focus on the amazing, less-weird parts of being in the 40s. Specifically Jack Thompson, who I'd just spent a wonderful night enjoying this new time period with.

Jack hailed us a cab, and I rested my head on his shoulder and watched the city go by as the taxi took us out of the city, to the massive Stark mansion. It was basically a 40s version of Tony's Malibu house, and a pang of sadness tightened in my chest when I realized I had no idea when–or if–I would see my friends again.

I took a deep breath and shook those thoughts out of my head as the car came to a stop. All of that was a problem for later, not now. Jack got out first, holding the door for me and offering a hand to help me out, which I took. Rather than dropping it once I stood, he wrapped it around his arm as he asked the cabbie to wait and escorted me towards the house. We stopped on the porch and turned to face each other, and I realized I actually really didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for showing me around the forties," I said, giving Jack a small smile. "It was actually really fun."

"You don't have to sound so surprised," he griped, but a smile made its way onto his face all the same. "So... I don't know how long you're gonna be here, and obviously we've got a lot of other work to do with Carter and Sousa tomorrow, but... maybe I could take you out again sometime. There's still a lot of forties you haven't seen yet."

"I'd like that," I said, a warm feeling welling up in my chest. I hesitated a second as Jack and I stared at each other on the doorstep, then decided to say fuck it and keep doing what I'd been doing all night: following my impulses. "Quick question: in the forties, if I kiss you on the first date, is that going to scare you off or something?"

Jack grinned. "It might get a raised eyebrow from the cabbie, but I sure as shit won't be complaining."

"Good."

With that, I grabbed Jack's lapels and tugged him towards me, leaning up just a bit and giving him a kiss. It was short, really just a quick peck since we'd just met, but fireworks exploded in my chest at the sensation anyway.

Jack's grin stayed in place as we pulled apart, and his hand lingered on my waist an extra second before dropping to his side. He took a step backwards, towards the waiting car, even as his eyes stayed on mine. I rested my hand on the doorknob, watching Jack and trying to stay in the moment even as he walked away.

"Welcome to the forties, sweetheart," he called as he made it down the porch steps and into the driveway. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I waved, a smile on my own face to match his. "Can't wait."

Jack gave a short wave and one last grin before getting into the cab. I watched as he drove away, a smile still on my own face even after I knew he couldn't see it. Finally, after the lights of the cab faded back into the LA night, I turned on my heel and walked into the house.

I'd been in the 40s for less than twelve hours, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't even scratched the tip of the iceberg on exploring the time period, or what frustrations being eighty years removed from everything I knew would bring. But, despite all that, I'd had a blast tonight, and tomorrow I'd get to start working with THE Peggy Carter. Whether I was only here for another few hours or it turned into months or longer, I couldn't help being excited at the idea of everything that was yet to come for me, not least of all my next date with Jack Thompson.

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