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nincompoopydoo · 3 months

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ nincompoopydoo // MCU MASTERLIST

loki laufeyson

⋆ debris and misery [series - on hiatus]: Loki crashes on Sakaar and into your home. you don’t take it lightly when you find there’s a massive hole in your roof. ⋆ to catch someone's eye: During the celebration of Frigga as the Queen of Asgard, Loki finds himself slipping away from the events to the palace courtyard. To where you unfortunately found yourself stumbling towards an escape from your parents. ⋆ in another timeline: stranded on Lamentis, the event of the impending apocalypse seem to mend the fire and fury between you and Loki as deeper feelings begin to come to light. ⋆ for the sake of us: Loki dies (The beginning of Infinity War) and is sent to a place unknown to him, with never ending fields of Asgardian flowers. there, he meets his Sigyn, his late wife. he hadn’t seen her for years ever since her unexpected death of an unknown illness that no Asgardian technology could cure.

sam wilson

⋆ trouble man: you and Sam Wilson are neighbors. never spoke a word a to one another but somewhat developed an unhealthy crush on each other. as a series of unfortunate events that began with the burning of spaghetti, you find yourself entangled in a mess of the appreciation for Marvin Gaye and your fear of cockroaches with the very man himself. ⋆ coming home: Sam’s coming home. ⋆ snowed in: you get a visit from your hot neighbour on Christmas day.

bucky barnes

⋆ whiskey: you’re waitressing at your father’s bar filled with the 107th’s drunk soldiers. In the midst of chaos, you catch the attention of a certain sergeant that goes by the name Bucky. the both of you then realize that one can still find happiness in the middle of a great war.

steve rogers

⋆ pretty beautiful: after the events of Sokovia, Steve and Sam are both on the run, along with Natasha, seeking for a safe house. thankfully, Sam knows the perfect place. ⋆ promises: platonic! you find an unexpected visitor at your doorstep during spaghetti night.

agent jack thompson

⋆ steps of the fire escape: Jack spends the last minutes of New Year’s Eve looking for the morning paper and his cat, Ginny. turns out, Ginny has a knack for discovering those who are spending the last day of the year alone. ⋆ you're gonna be fine, kid [series]: you get shot and the annoying Jack Thompson maybe you’re only hope at surviving after all. ⋆ knucklehead: where Jack and reader are pissed at each other because you wouldn’t stay off the field and put yourself in danger during a mission while Jack was being a total prick about it although the two of you refuse to admit you love each a little too much. ⋆ pretty confessions: returning to the SSR, golden hour in the midst of New York’s traffic may just lead to some pretty confessions to a very pretty woman in Jack Thompson’s passenger seat. ⋆ unbelievable: you’re strong-witted, frank and independent, and Jack finds it a little unsettling, yet he refuses to admit that he probably adores you a little too much after that one incident at the office. ⋆ babysitter: Jack Thompson finds himself babysitting Daniel and Peggy’s baby daughter. and then realizes he has forgotten how to change nappies. ⋆ baby emergency [babysitter part 2]: you, the Sousa’s neighbour, mistakenly arrive at their doorstep, thinking it was pie night rather than date night. Yet, the sight of a dishevelled, troubled and somewhat handsome Jack Thompson convinced you to help out with baby Nancy. ⋆ call me trixie: you, an aviatrix is partnered with Jack Thompson on a SSR mission.

daniel sousa

⋆ just a gunshot wound: you were badly injured from a mission and Daniel Sousa, your fellow colleague was not the biggest fan of the outcomes of the mission. yet, things get a little heated up, in a bad way, but it may have gave Daniel the courage to act on something he had always wanted to since forever.

#loki laufeyson x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #jack thompson x reader #daniel sousa x reader #masterlist

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Office Most-Eligible

Daniel Sousa x Reader

Masterlist - Join My Taglist!

Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 20 Prompt: "This better be good."

Summary: When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies' breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they'd bargained for.

Word Count: 2,387

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Daniel's POV

I sighed as I shuffled the papers in my hands, mentally running through the million things I had to do today. Peggy, Jack, and I had managed to stop Leviathan from leveling New York City and destroying Howard Stark, but that didn't mean the last six months since then had been any more relaxed. If anything, it had gotten busier than ever before.

There had even been talk of opening another branch of the agency in LA, which was a whole other insane possibility fluttering around in my mind. It was enough to distract me to the point that I didn't notice Thompson, half-hidden by the entryway to the agency, until I ran into him.

"Thompson? What the hell are you-?"

"Sh!"

He raised his finger to his lips and glared at me. I glared back.

"Why are you-"

"Sousa! Shut up and listen," he hissed, jerking his head towards a grate in the wall. I frowned and made a demanding "what?" gesture, but he just nodded towards the grate again. I sighed, so long-suffering it wasn't even funny, but shuffled closer.

"This better be good," I grumbled. Jack just waved his hand at me.

Through the grate, I could hear voices talking and giggling loudly. It sounded like all the ladies who sat outside the entrance to the agency, guarding the door and keeping up the front that this was a phone company, talking together like they were in the break room. I paused, curious enough to entertain Thompson's nonsense for another ten seconds.

"-saying is, there's a definite ranking of all the guys in this office. And yours ain't it."

The girls dissolved into another fit of giggles, and I scowled. I grabbed Thompson's arm and yanked him away from the grate, out of earshot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, keeping my voice low just in case. "You're eavesdropping on coworkers in their breakroom? Instead of working? You're the Chief!"

"I don't know if you caught it, Sousa, but they're talking about us. Specifically which one of us they'd most want to date. I'd call that research and intelligence work for future opportunities."

Jack gave me a smirk as he drifted back towards the vent. I scowled and followed to drag him away and make him do his damned job, but froze when I heard the ladies welcoming our newest addition to the agency, the second female agent in SSR history. She'd been here a little over five months, had become instant best friends with Peggy Carter, and had me head over heels within a week of knowing her.

And apparently she'd just walked into the breakroom.

Jack gave me a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow, and I glared right back. But I couldn't quite manage to drag myself away either, no matter how much my brain told me I should.

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Y/N's POV

"You came at the perfect time!"

I pulled a snack out of the fridge and looked suspiciously at Mary, one of the switch operators who worked outside the SSR. In the short time I'd been here, I'd gotten to know her and Rose pretty well, since they mostly alternated shifts for our main door guard. Rose and I had quickly bonded over our mutual feminism and desire for independence; Mary and I had bonded through being troublemakers, and I had a feeling I was about to see some more of that.

"Why?" I asked, drifting halfway to the door now that I had secured my snack. Mary smiled.

"We were just talking about the boys in the office. We have a few different opinions about who would make the best boyfriends and husbands, and since you know them all so well... I mean, I can't think of anyone else with a better reason to chime in."

I scoffed. "Nice try Mary, but no way am I engaging in this conversation. See you all later!"

The rest of the women in the room booed playfully, but I didn't turn around as I reached the door. Mary, however, knew me well enough to figure out how to stop me in my tracks.

"Well, I guess that means Jack Thompson is the definitive winner!"

I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door in front of me, hand on the half-turned doorknob. I'd come so close to avoiding this nonsense, and it still wasn't too late for me to take the exit. I scowled and scrunched my nose, then turned around to squint at all my coworkers looking back at me.

"Be completely honest, I'll be able to tell if you're lying," I started, still only half-turned away from the door. "How many of you would put Jack Thompson at the top of your 'SSR's Most Eligible Bachelor' list?"

A few hands shot into the air, followed by a few more tentative hands that must've heard the disgust in my tone. All in all, about half the room had their hands up for him. I sighed, long and heavy.

"And the other runners up were...?"

A few people called out names of other men in the office, most of whom were barely better (or definitely worse) than Jack. I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head.

"You all have terrible taste in men."

Half the room, Mary included, started laughing, and the other half looked offended. I shook my head and turned to leave again, but Mary stopped me again before I could go.

"Who would you choose then, if not Thompson? You can't criticize our taste without giving us some insight into your process."

Her grin stretched across her entire face as she stared at me, waiting for me to take the bait. Her hand had been the first in the air for Thompson, but I could tell she genuinely wanted to debate me more than she wanted to defend him.

I sighed.

"Fine. But I'm going to make this quick and then I'm gonna go do my job, because I have a ton of stuff to do today," I said, finally stepping away from the door to stand in the middle of the room. Everyone stared at me, leaning forward in their seats a little, Mary most of all. "...I can't believe I'm about to engage in this."

Mary scoffed and I rolled my eyes, but then took a deep breath and dove in. What the hell, right?

"Okay, first of all, let me clarify: I can understand, from a surface level, why you might pick Thompson. He's handsome, and if you didn't spend much time with him, I can see why you'd think he might make a good partner. Honestly, in the five months I've known him, I've even seen a few glimmers of hope that there might be a heart of gold underneath all that arrogance, posturing, and chauvinism. However. In terms of best guy in the office to have as a partner? He does not even come close to touching Daniel Sousa."

A few people raised their eyebrows, half leaning forward and half leaning back and crossing their arms. I ignored them all (especially Mary, who beamed at me), and continued.

"Listen. Sousa is... kind of ridiculously attractive. He's handsome, with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen in your entire life... and he's super strong. I've seen him one-handed lift a bunch of different things the other agents struggled with using their whole bodies. He looks incredible in a sweater vest, to say nothing of suits and non-sweater vest clothes."

I saw considering nods around the room as people took in my words. I paused and took a deep breath, then continued.

"More than all of that, though... Daniel is kind. He's strong in his morals and his character, not just physically. He's got a great sense of humor, and his jokes don't rest on being a mean, close-minded jackass. And, above anything else, he respects me. He respects Peggy. He treats us as equals. I don't know about you guys, but... that means everything to me. And finding a man who's kind, smart, strong, handsome, and will treat me as an equal partner? Come on. Daniel's got it all."

I hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the expressions of everyone else around the room while I was talking, but now I focused back in to see the majority looking thoughtful. I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, and started backing towards the door.

"Uh, anyway... long way of saying I'd put Daniel at the top of my list."

Mary grinned at me as I continued heading for the door, then pushed out of her chair and called out to the whole room.

"Hear that? Sousa's off limits, these two are going to be dating in the next month if we have anything to say about it."

"MARY!"

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Daniel's POV

Jack and I stood in the hallway, stunned into silence as we stared into space. My brain had been telling me to stop listening a while ago, but I'd been shocked enough that my body had refused to listen. Now, my heart was telling me I was on the verge of a cardiac arrest.

"You go get him, girl!" Mary's voice continued through the vents. Then, with determination and glee dripping from her words, "I'm staying after Thompson. I'm gonna fix him."

I heard some light-hearted laughter, and then a door shutting. In a few seconds, the girl who'd just poured her heart out to me without realizing it would be coming into the office, a few feet from Jack and I's stupid hiding place.

"You look like you're about to puke," said Jack, a beaming grin on his face. I scowled.

"Why don't you? You just got called a couple pretty bad things."

"What? Like 'attractive'? All I was hearing were positives." He grinned at me, then sobered slightly before slapping me on the shoulder and taking a few steps away. "Don't psych yourself out on this one though, Sousa. She's a catch, and she's clearly in love with you. If you don't take a shot, I might have to."

I scoffed and shook my head. I knew Jack didn't really mean that; it was his own, terrible way of trying to be supportive.

I sighed and tried to brace myself as I walked over to the entrance to the SSR. Thompson was wrong about many, many, many things, but he was right about this: I needed to take my shot.

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Y/N's POV

"Holy- Daniel!" I nearly dropped the snack I'd taken a detour to retrieve as I cleared the SSR doors and came face to face with Daniel, especially since I'd just poured my heart out about him to a bunch of our coworkers. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Uh... sorry," he said, shifting his weight around a little and running a hand through his hair. He looked almost as comfortable as I felt.

"Is, uh, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Well, sort of. I just..." He cleared his throat, then jerked his eyes away from the floor and the wall to meet mine. "I need to tell you something, and then I need to ask you something."

"...Okay?"

"First, I... I heard what you said in the breakroom. About me. And about Jack, which was fun too, but... It feels important that you know I heard the stuff you said about me."

My heart stopped in my chest, and I blinked a few times as black spots danced at the very edges of my vision. I was going to kill Mary.

"Uh..."

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry," he said, holding up a hand. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just... I let Thompson suck me into something I should've known better about. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Daniel," I said, a little breathless as my legs finally started working to move me past him. I could not deal with this a second longer. "Don't worry about it, I'll... I have to go-"

"Wait!" he cried. He put one hand on my arm to stop me, then quickly dropped it when I turned back to look at him. I watched him take a deep breath, my heart hammering a thousand times even though it only took a few seconds, then he continued. "Look, I know I might've lost a few points in your book for the eavesdropping, which is fair, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't head over heels for you too. Have been since the first few days you got to the agency. You're smart and strong and funny and... God, listen to me."

He looked down and shook his head, and I noticed a slight blush rising up his neck and cheeks. Slowly, my heart dropped back to a normal rhythm, and I started to smile.

"Okay, what I'm trying to say is... I feel the same way about you that you do about me," he said, finally looking up at me again. "And if you'd still be interested... I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime."

I beamed at him, unable to stop the smile completely overtaking my face. I looked down, and when I looked up again, Daniel's stare was still on me, a smile hopefully flickering in and out of place.

"Daniel, I'd love that," I finally said.

"You would?"

"Yeah. I really, really like you, eavesdropping and all."

He huffed a laugh, the shaky smile turning into full-on beaming.

"Great! How's tomorrow night sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight." He started to back away, so both of us could get to the mountain of work we had to tackle at some point today, then stopped. "If that works for you, that is?"

I smiled. "That absolutely works for me."

"Alright, great! I'll see you then. And, uh, around the office, I guess."

"I'll see you around the office."

We shared another set of dorky, ridiculous smiles as we backed away from each other, going to do our separate tasks for at least part of the day. Thank God Thompson wasn't around to see either of us.

At some point, he and the rest of our coworkers would probably catch on to the two of us dating, unless the first date somehow went so horribly there wasn't a second. But I'd meant every word I'd said to the rest of our coworkers about Daniel. And if a little eavesdropping had led to him asking me out, I couldn't bring myself to be too upset about any of it.

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thirtysomethingloser92 · 1 year

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2 week notices are absolute bullshit.

Like thank you company for allowing me to be miserable as shit for another 2 weeks 👍

So anyway, I finally resigned from my job. The breaking point came last Monday when I was abused by another store because my area manager forgot to mention to them about something that was happening in my store and needed stock for.

The on Wednesday I spent the whole day dealing with abusive customers and phone calls while sick as all hell.

So expect new stories (I have a new Criminal Minds, Marvel and Law and Order SVU story mapped out) after the 6th while I laze my way through my latest pregnancy.

#Retail #resignation #marvel #fanfiction #daniel sousa x reader #Steve rogers x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #law and order svu #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader

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astyrial · 2 months

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raincheck daniel sousa x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: sousa just can’t keep his priorities straight word count: 966 warnings: bleeding, gunshot wound, scars, slight ooc masterlist | requests are open

knowing agent sousa as long as you've known him, means knowing when to avoid him. after a rather long day of annoying coworkers and tough paperwork? you avoid drinks with him. you get injured in the line of duty? you slip past him in the ssr building to patch yourself up. being a woman within reserve is hard enough, so having to constantly bring up your injuries only makes it worse.

obviously if you're injured enough, you end up at the hospital, but a simple stab wound or a grazing on the upper arm? you find a needle and thread and fix it yourself. over time, you've found yourself arming more scars than you care to share, small ones scattered along your body. for the most part, they're unnoticeable, little lines that could be played off as cat scratches.

however, one on your bicep left a rather long mark, deep scar tissue surrounding it. you tend to cover it with a blouse or at least jacket, but when you're quickly throwing your jacket off to attempt to apply pressure on sousa's leg, it's the only thing he can see.

"what happened?"

"you got shot, sousa, that's what happened. didn't know you also hit your head on the way down," you push down on the spot, an inadvertent groan leaving his lips, hands running down his face.

he shakes his head, "no, you, what happened to your arm?"

you look down at your bicep, noticing the long and gnarly scar staring back at you. it wasn't like you were insecure of it, or worried of how someone would think it affects you aesthetically. a part of you knows that you will always be pitied within the work you do, you just didn't want it to be any worse, "you got shot and you're worried about some old wound?"

"when it comes..." he stops for a second, breath wavering as you continue holding it down, "to you, i- i do."

your breath hitches, gaze flickering between your blood soaked jacket and his eyes. there's a certain air to them that makes your heart beat quicken. especially as the sun shines onto them, a sweet honey color hidden within. he can’t help but stare back at you as he pictures your eyes losing whatever hope and glimmer they still have.

"well... agent sousa, maybe focus on yourself this time," you focus your attention solely onto the jacket, ignoring his gaze.

sousa's hands push against the flooring, helping him sit up, his eyes wide and bewildered, "agent? thought we were moving closer to daniel rather than farther," he leans against an ottoman that he moves to be a little closer behind him.

"maybe after we get you some help," you look up to meet his eyes, your hands still firmly pressing against the bullet wound.

despite the bullet grazing his calf, there's still a decent amount of blood soaking your jacket. a short smirk grows along his lips, the adrenaline from the subtle flirting somewhat helping mask the pain. you can't help but hold back a very blatant smile as you look back down at his leg. your gaze returning to the jacket as the seams lose their beige color.

"so, we wait until the ambulance and back up gets here and then we grab dinner?" sousa brings a hand forward, wrapping it around the back of your palm, completely ignoring the blood brushing against his fingers.

you look back up at him, nearly laughing at the idea. not at the idea of going on a date with him, per say, that'd be amazing. but rather that instead of focusing on the thick red liquid soaking your second favorite jacket coming from his leg, he's asking you out on a date. him and the warm scent of firewood stemming from his cologne. "what? grab dinner? you're slowly losing blood, you need to think of your current priorities."

"you're my current priority, y/n. we could've died, so many times, so i'm not wasting anymore time," sousa keeps his lips into a slight frown, his eyes losing his shine.

you look at your scar and back at him, knowing he's fully right. the two of you played around your feelings so much that it never seemed like the time. you could've died many a times, but you always imagined yourself living a long and healthy life. however, as blood dries on your hands, caking under your nails, you can't help but understand where he's coming from.

sirens sound throughout the building, the ambulance and reserve vehicles coming close. you take in a deep breath, "raincheck, okay? tonight we're fixing up your leg and you're relaxing."

"tomorrow?"

"you're probably still going to be struggling tomorrow- i don't know if that would be a very-"

he leans forward, not even a small grunt from moving can stop him from moving his hands up to your face. his thumbs running along your cheekbones as your lips tenderly collide with his. they're soft, tasting like fresh lip balm and his cologne. one of his hands moves to the back of your neck as you feel his thumb touch your earlobe.

heat rises to your face, fingers clenching against his leg, a guttural sound of pain escapes his throat. you lean back, eyebrows furrowing, "daniel, oh wow, i'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"i'm amazing, now; my leg could use a check up, though," he watches as your eyes quickly roll, jaw clenching, "but i’m amazing because you’re here.”

"and they'll be here any second to take you away and fix up your leg. so, you're going to sit back and once everything is done, you're going to cash in that raincheck," your breath wavers, gaze never leaving his.

"hopefully it'll be sooner rather than later."

#daniel sousa #daniel sousa x reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #daniel sousa x fem!reader #x fem!reader

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flinttcanwriteipromise · 2 years

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Daniel Sousa x Reader

Fits my Time Traveler!Reader AU but works with any of you simps.

Summary: First partners, second friends, and third lovers. When you joined the SSR, Chief handed you over the Sousa to keep you out of trouble. It was easier than expected, considering the only thing you needed to do was not leave him behind and treat him decently, you became a lovely pair of agents. Also, this is a fanfic, obviously we need to give him a lil’ smooch at some point.

Pairing: Daniel Sousa x Reader (Platonic to Crush)

A/N: LOVELY BOY, PRETTY BOY, ABSOLUTELY STUNNING.

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After quickly learning you’d never be a true field agent in the other’s eyes, you decided to focus on your new partner.

You spent way too much time in the filing rooms, considering the chief deemed you both his last choice.

Daniel taught you everything he knew about filing, and that was a lot. (His filing is impeccable.)

Both of you found ways to make it worth each others while, cracking jokes about cases, making fun of the other agents, other stuff and all.

It’s gotten to the point where you just sit there in the filing room and talk instead of actually resorting cases.

The only thing you had a problem with was having to endure what he had to deal with just by being there.

You had to watch other agents push him around and mash him like pudding, the ablism is just unbelievable in your eyes.

So you decided to crack back at them, it was getting annoying so-

“No one would trade a red white and blue shield for an aluminum crutch,”

“Oh yeah? Well, I would never trade him or his aluminum crutch for whatever empty thoughts bounce across your brain like ping pong balls.”

If Daniel isn’t in love with you since the day he saw you, definitely fell in love with you just then.

The mans flushin and blushin, “You wouldn’t trade him for anyone in this entire office?? 🥺🥺🥺”

One day you two were walking and talking around the office and you had left him behind to grab something and you came back to him spinning in circles like a lost puppy looking for you. Once he spotted you he pretty much beelined towards you and it was hilarious and adorable.

He looks at you with such admiration and he absolutely adores you.

…Daniel wasn’t really good at hiding it either, you noticed pretty early on

Problem, you didn’t know what it meant.

Every time you looked over at him he just seemed entirely enamored, did he like you? love you? what- what was going on?

And over time… you were enamored too,

You noticed how sweet and kind he was, an entire ray of sunshine just- following you around.

Unfortunately you two never got to talk about it.

When he got promoted, you were thrilled, so proud of your partner.

You supported him every step up until the plane trip to LA, since you were still assigned to NY.

It left you lonely, missing what seemed to be your only friend besides Peggy.

When Thompson sent you and Peggy to LA to help with Sousa’s case, you quickly packed your stuff and got on the plane

Making a Part 2 at some point so :)

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #agent carter #marvel agent carter #daniel sousa x y/n #daniel sousa x you #daniel sousa x reader #daniel sousa #daniel sousa x time traveler!reader #daniel sousa my beloved #he’s such a guy #what a guy #what a dude

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writeroutoftime · 2 years

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hi rita, congratulations again!! can i request "if i asked you to stay, would you?" with daniel sousa??

Aww, thank you so much, Tori!! And of course, I absoutley adore Daniel - I can't believe I haven't written for him in the past! 💕 (the ending isn't the best lol, but I hope you enjoy!)

oOoOo

It had been naïve of you to believe that a long distance relationship wouldn't tug at the strings of your heart until they nearly unraveled at your feet. When Daniel had been offered the position as Chief at the SSR's newest agency across the country, you knew he couldn't turn it down. Just like he knew you had to stay behind for your own career.

But the two of you made it work. Long-distanced calls squeezed into your busy schedules, weekly letters exchanged, and visits to one another whenever possible. This time around, you had made the journey to sunny Los Angeles, sprinting to be in Daniel's arms, the moment you saw him waiting at the airport.

"I missed you so much." you mumbled into his chest, taking in the weight of his arms around you and the scent of his cologne that grounded you.

"Not as much as I missed you." Daniel said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he led you out towards his car.

The week that passed was an absolute dream as you took in the sights and enjoyed spending time with Daniel. And even the few times Daniel was called away for work, you kept busy with Jarvis, Ana, and even Howard. Unfortunately, all good things had to end and the same energy you had at the beginning of the week was not with you when Daniel accompanied you to the airport for your flight home.

There was a sad silence, neither one of you were willing to burst, not wanting to admit that you would be separated once again for an indefinite period of time. As you sat on a bench nearby your gate, your hand remained firmly grasped in Daniel's, like an anchor tying you to reality.

Boarding was announced for your flight, and despite the heavy weight in your chest, you knew you had to go. Willing yourself to stand, you pulled Daniel with you as you looked into his beautiful, brown eyes one last time.

"I guess this is it for now." you whispered, eyes glazing over with tears.

A few escaped down your cheek as Daniel reached forward to softly brush them away with the pad of his thumb. "Yeah, I guess it is, sweetheart." he echoed. "I love you." he offered, not sure what else he could give in that moment.

"I love you too." you breathed out, leaning in to savor the feel of his lips against yours one last time. Pulling away, you steeled your nerves, nodding to yourself and trying to convince yourself to leave. "Goodbye, Daniel." you sighed, only letting his hand go when the distance between the two of you was too great.

Your footsteps echoed in Daniel's mind as he watched you walk away to join the line of other passengers waiting to bored. It felt like you were taking his heart with you, and Daniel didn't know how to handle it. Suddenly, as though he had been struck my lightning, Daniel hurried to be next to you once more.

"y/n!" he called out, reaching for your hand as soon as you were in his reach. "Don't go."

Confused, you shook your head. "What are you talking about, Daniel?"

"If I asked you to stay, would you?" His response shocked you into silence, which Daniel took for hesitation, or ever rejection, so he hurried to continue. "I-I know we decided on long distance because of our careers, but I can't be away from you any longer. And maybe we could see if you could be transferred or out here, o-or I'll move back to New York. I don't care, all I want is to be with you." he confessed, laying his heart on the line.

Wordlessly, you stepped forward, with the biggest smile on your face, and threw your arms around Daniel's neck. "Of course I'll stay." you promised with a 'Hollywood ending kiss' to mark the start of your future with Daniel.

#daniel sousa x reader #daniel sousa imagine #agent carter x reader #agent carter imagine #rita writes #rita's3yearcelebration

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Hi Tori! For your celebration I was wondering if a could please request something for either Poe, Obi-Wan, or Daniel (dealer’s choice!). For the title I was thinking something like “fighting for us” - sorry titles aren’t my strong suit lol! Hope you have a lovely day! 💕

hi!! i chose to do this with daniel because i just love him so much, i hope you enjoy it :)

also fulfills the square "kiss me" for my @agentcarterbingo board

words: 1,360

summary: You shouldn’t be sad about going on a date, especially with the cute stranger from the diner you eat lunch at. But you have your heart set on a certain SSR Chief, whether you want to admit it or not.

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Fighting For Us

“Why the long face, Miss L/N?” Jarvis asked as you stepped into the kitchen one morning. “Is something bothering you?”

You shook your head as you sat down at the table. “Not really, I’m just a little nervous about tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“I have a date,” you elaborated, and Jarvis smiled. “I met him at the automat the other day.”

“That’s splendid news!” Jarvis said, but you weren’t sure your heart was in it. “But are you sure you’re alright? It still seems like something is bothering you.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “I guess I don’t know if I really want to go.”

“Ah,” was his response. “Would this have anything to do with your attachment to a certain SSR Chief?”

Instantly, you were on the defensive. “No!”

But obviously, Jarvis didn’t buy it. “I see.”

“I just don’t know if I want to date right now,” you said, putting your head in your hands. “But I know I need to just go and see if I like this man.”

“You do not have to do anything you do not wish to,” Jarvis said. “But I would say, as much as you do not want to admit it, that your aversion to new relationships may be stemming from the fact that you have feelings for Chief Sousa.”

“Even if I did like Daniel like that, I’m sure he’s not interested in me,” you said, not looking up at the butler, and he made a small noise of indignation in response. “Don’t look at me like that, I can feel the disappointment radiating off you.”

“Miss L/N, I am simply shocked at your assertion that Chief Sousa does not feel the same way about you that you feel about him. I thought it was quite obvious, with the way he is always staring at you.”

“Are we talking about the same person?” you asked, looking up at him with a confused expression. “Because I don't’ think Daniel has ever stared at me.”

“Then you are just as oblivious to his feelings as he is to yours,” was Jarvis’ response. “And the only way for you to fix that would be to tell him how you feel.”

You sighed. “Do I have to?”

“If you want to stop going on dates with random men you obviously don’t feel anything for, you do. But it is truly your decision.”

You could only sigh once more in response.

***

As it happened, Peggy and Daniel stopped by as you were getting ready for your date to ask for help on a case. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and ever since you found yourself embroiled in the Isodyne case last year, you had worked closely with the SSR several times, as did Jarvis and Howard, who you worked for.

You were standing in the hallway when you heard Jarvis answer the door, and you stopped where you were, wondering who had arrived at the house. You were dressed but not completely ready yet, and you didn’t think your date would be this early. “Agents, come right in!” you heard Jarvis say, providing some answers to your wonders, and the voices of Peggy and Daniel thanked him.

You let out a small sigh of relief, and stayed where you were to try and see what they wanted. “Is Y/N here?” Peggy asked.

“Miss L/N is currently getting ready for a date this evening, but she’ll be here for a little while longer if there is a pressing matter you need help with,” Jarvis responded.

“A date?” you heard Daniel say, and if you didn’t know any better you would say you could detect a hint of jealousy in his voice. “With who?”

“A gentleman that she met at the automat I believe,” Jarvis said. “But I don’t know how much interest she has in going.”

“Why?” Peggy asked, and you just stayed where you were, worried that if they heard your footsteps upstairs they would stop talking, and you were interested in what was being said.

“I don’t know,” Jarvis said, and you were grateful that he was willing to lie to Daniel for you, because you knew he knew the truth. “But I guess we’ll see how her date goes tonight.”

Right after he said that the doorbell rang again, and your eyes widened when you realized it must be him. Quickly you raced to the nearby bathroom and started to finish getting ready. You could still hear the voices from downstairs, but slightly more muffled.

“Good evening!” you heard Jarvis say.

“Is Y/N here?” you heard the voice of your date.

You expected Jarvis to respond, so when Daniel did, you were shocked. He said that he would go get you, and you tried to act natural as you heard his footsteps ascend the stairs and he stepped into the bathroom. “How did you find me?” you asked, a feeble attempt at a joke (because you had left the door open in your haste to walk in and the light made it even more obvious).

“Wasn’t hard,” was Daniel’s response. “Your date for the evening is here.”

“I know,” you said quietly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than before. “When Jarvis said you weren’t really interested I thought he was exaggerating, but if you don’t want to go I’ll go tell him-”

“No, it’s not that,” you said, shaking your head.

“Then what is it?”

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. “He’s not you.” Oh shit. You didn’t meant to say that, but you did and now you would have to deal with it. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly, trying to not cause more damage than you already have. “I’ll just-”

“Y/N,” he said, cutting you off as he quietly closed the door to the bathroom, just in case someone else came looking for you. “What did you mean he’s not me?”

Well, it was now or never (unless you somehow managed to spontaneously combust at the moment). You took a deep breath before responding. “I mean that I’ve liked you for a while now,” you said. “And I know you don’t feel the same way so I was trying to put myself out there-”

Once again, he cut you off. “What made you think I didn’t feel the same way?”

“Well, I don’t know, I just didn’t think you’d be interested in someone like me.”

“Y/N, I don’t know where you got that notion,” he said, moving closer to you so that you were now almost inches apart from each other. “But I am very interested.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

A bit of bravery coursed through your system. “Why don’t you prove it then?” you whispered. “Kiss me.”

“Gladly,” was his response, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. It was everything you’d ever dreamed it to be, and you really didn’t want to let go of this moment.

When you finally broke apart, you smiled at him. “I definitely don’t want to go on that date now,” you said softly.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “I’ll tell him you’re not feeling well, alright? And if he tries to fight, I’ll take him down, don’t worry.” You laughed at his words, and his smile only grew bigger.

Daniel headed back down the stairs, and you could hear the hushed voices of the conversation as he explained that you weren’t feeling well. You let out a breath of relief when you heard Peggy and Daniel close the door as your date left, and you slowly made your way down the stairs.

By the looks on both Jarvis and Peggy’s faces, they knew exactly why you had just sent the other man away, but they didn’t say anything. “Well, since we know you have the evening free now, can you help us with this case?” Peggy asked.

“Of course,” was your response, and you felt Daniel take your hand as you all headed to the kitchen. You knew you would have to tell Jarvis all the details later, but right now you were perfectly content where you were.

- the end -

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xoxoavenger · 2 years

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Characters I Write For

this is not a complete list, and it will always be updated!! If you don't see a character/fandom on here, message me and we can work something out :)

**I no longer write rpf, pls do not request it

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*ALL THESE CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18, NO MATTER HOW OLD THEY ARE IN THEIR RESPECTIVE MEDIA THERE WILL BE NO UNDERAGE SHIT*

Marvel

Peter 1, 2, 3, and PS4 Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Natasha Romanoff Loki Jack Thompson Daniel Sousa Charles Xavier Wade Wilson Matt Murdock

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski Scott McCall Derek Hale Liam Dunbar Isaac Lahey Theo Raken

OBX

JJ Maybank John B. Routledge Pope Heyward

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi Luke Skywalker Poe Dameron Din Djarin

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington Eddie Munson Billy Hargrove Jonathan Byers

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby John Shelby Michael Gray

HBO’s The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Luke Castellan

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swan upon leda

Daniel Sousa x reader

summary: you would wait years for him, and he would do the same for you || words: 591 || masterlist

"We'll wait at this bench this day, every year." You promise. "And one day, I'll catch up and we'll both be here together again. Yes?"

"Every year, this day." Daniel promises back.

You arrive early, sitting down on the bench. When you travel through space and time, loneliness can become an occupational hazard. Daniel was always there for you, running towards death without a second thought because you were there. You don't know what year it is, it's hard to keep track when it changes so much. Maybe Daniel will show, maybe it's before the promise, maybe it's too late.

The night settles in and no one arrives. He's not coming. It's not the right time.

The first year, Daniel showed up optimistic. But as the years weared on, his hope slowly faded. The yearly cold and sleepless nights of waiting took a toll on his dream of you.

He began bringing books with him, to keep himself entertained as he waited. Despite the year of disappointment, he still waited the entire night each year. If you did arrive, he didn't want to miss you becuase he went home early.

Finally, you struck lucky. It had been six years after the promise for Daniel but eight for you. But finally, you were in the right time for your promise to come true.

You're almost running through the streets to reach the park before darkness truly sets in. The sun is already slipping below the horizon. The park gates loom ahead and you run towards them, tearing through the greenery until you catch sight of the bench. It's empty. But it's ok, it's still early...

A man with a cane slowly lowers himself onto the bench. He glances around before pulling a book from his satchel and using the streetlight to read. Below the brim of his hat, you catch a glimpse of his face.

Your Daniel, still waiting six years later. He's obviously older now, but you are too. You approach slowly, carefully taking steps. He's engrossed in his book. Silently, you take a seat next to him. He looks up. His eyes meet yours and the book is quickly forgotten.

Without thought, he smashes his lips to yours and threads a hand into your hair. He pulls away only to breath and shuffles impossibly close to you. "I missed you."

Tears spring in your eyes. "It's been so long."

His delicate touch traces the faint wrinkles and creases that show time passed on your face. "How long for you?"

"Eight years." You answer softly. He makes a sound of protest but you interrupt him. "Eight years well spent to end here with you."

He smiles and you gladly return it. "Anything is worth it to be here with you, my love." He tries to shift but ends up wincing as his leg cramps.

You look at him, worried. "What happened Daniel?"

"Don't you worry about it darling." He shakes his head. "I don't want to ruin tonight with tales of pain." He pauses before continuing. "How long do we have?"

"In my heart, forever." You meet his gaze. "Right now, as long as you'll have me."

Daniel's mouth drops open in surprise. "You don't have to leave?"

You laugh. "I think I've earned an early retirement, don't you?"

You could watch his smile forever as he kisses you once more. "I'll have you until our last breaths, my love. Don't you ever leave me again."

"Never."

When nature unmakes the boundary, the pillar of myth still stands.

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The Ugliest Tie I've Ever Seen

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 27 Prompt: "I don't know if they will accept this."

Summary: Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.

Word Count: 1,311

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This is basically a request @everyhazyday sent me for Daniel Sousa Appreciation Week before I dropped out of the event and disappeared for a couple months lol. Hope you enjoy!!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I stepped out of the car to be greeted by the warm, sunny weather of Southern California, a smile on my face. This beat the New York winter any day of the week.

After months of waiting to move out to LA, the SSR here had finally caught a case big enough to warrant it. I'd left New York behind with hugs for Jack and Peggy to join my boyfriend, Daniel Sousa, on the other side of the country. We'd been making long distance work since he'd been appointed the new Chief, but I couldn't wait to see him again in person.

I walked through the doors of the Auerbach Theatrical Agency to find Rose at a large desk, fake smiling as two identical-looking girls tap danced in the middle of the room. As soon as she saw me, Rose stood and walked around the desk, hands clasped and a borderline grimace replacing her smile.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think your act is quite what we're looking for. Thank you, have a nice day."

The girls both scowled and huffed, but Rose was immovable. The minute they were both out the front door she sighed, shoulders relaxing, and came over to give me a hug.

"Hey, Rose. That looked more fun than the telephone company bit," I teased. She huffed, but when she pulled back from the hug, she had a smile on her face.

"I have actually gotten to see some good acts, once in a while," she said. "And the weather here is certainly nicer than anything in New York."

"No kidding."

"Come on, I'll show you the way up. I'm sure you're dying to see the Chief."

She shot me a look over her shoulder, and I just smiled. She was right, I was dying to see Daniel. It would take just about everything in me not to tackle him in a hug and kiss him on sight, but I'd have to find a way to manage it since we were in the middle of the office.

Rose took me down a back hallway filled with filing cabinets, pushing one back to reveal a secret entrance. I gave her a wave and promised to check in later, then headed upstairs.

The bullpen was surprisingly empty, with just a few agents working at their desks. Directly across from the stairs, I could see Daniel's office with the door open, a crowd of people inside. Even from here, with his back to me, I caught sight of Daniel in the middle of the huddle by his desk.

I walked over, a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see the look on Daniel's face when he realized I was finally here.

As I got closer, I got within hearing range of the conversation. I could see Daniel's shoulders tensed underneath his gray suit jacket, and it became a little harder to forget that I was here mostly because he'd caught a massive case.

One of the agents standing directly in front of Daniel was speaking when I walked through the door of the office, coming to a stop just behind my boyfriend.

"...been a pain in our side every step of the way. I don't know if they will accept this."

"They're gonna have to," said Daniel. "They have no argument for keeping us out of this case, not since their evidence started literally hovering around the office. It's our jurisdiction."

"Don't you worry, we'll get 'em in line," I said, hands on my hips. "The cavalry's officially here."

Daniel whipped around, eyes wide at the sound of my voice. A smile broke out on his face as soon as he saw me, but my attention snapped to his outfit instead.

I loved Daniel, more than anything or anyone in the world. That would never change, even if he walked around wearing a literal burlap sack. But this was going to take some getting used to.

The gray suit jacket had fooled me into thinking he'd levelled up his wardrobe since leaving New York and the sweater vests behind. But underneath that suit jacket was a dayglow flamingo button up shirt, and the ugliest tie I'd ever seen in my life.

I froze like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything other than stare at that outfit. Daniel looked at me curiously, then turned to the other agents in the room.

"Can we get a minute?" he asked, addressing the other agents. "Everybody take five, we'll get back together in a few minutes."

The agents nodded, mumbling amongst each other as they headed out of the office. I heard one of them shut the door behind us, and then Daniel shuffled a little closer to me, looking concerned.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just need a second. My eyes are burning."

He furrowed his brow, glanced down to follow my gaze to his outfit. He looked back at me with outrage.

"What? Come on! It's not that bad, is it?"

"Together, as one outfit? YES."

Daniel scoffed, throwing his head back and looping an arm around my waist. He pulled me in, leaning in so we were basically nose to nose, a smile spread across his face.

"I missed you," he said. I smiled.

"I missed you too. No way in hell Thompson's ever getting me back to New York."

Daniel laughed, then leaned in and kissed me. We lingered for a few long moments, but since we were still in the office, we didn't let ourselves get too carried away.

"I cannot tell you how happy I am to have you here," Daniel muttered, leaning his forehead to rest against mine. "Seriously, I think I just lost a few deeply entrenched stress lines."

"Even with the fashion critiquing?"

"Yeah, even with that."

He gave me one last peck, then pulled all the way away. He picked up a massive case file and moved to hand it to me, but he hesitated at the last second.

"You really don't think this look is working for me?"

"Oh, babe. You could wear a clown costume and still be handsome to me. But that shirt and especially that tie, together? It's a serious downgrade from the sweater vests."

"From the sweater vests?"

"Yeah. You looked like a cute nerd in the sweater vests. You look like you got dressed in the dark with this."

Daniel snorted. "Okay, great. Thanks for the honesty at least."

"Always. But hey, don't get so down on yourself. The shirt's kind of fun, once you get past the... color of it."

"Really. Great."

"The tie has to go though."

I reached out to take the tie, and Daniel moved back out of my reach. I grinned, moving towards him again, and he managed to move behind his desk, a laugh bubbling out as he went.

"Gimme the tie, Daniel."

"You stay away, this tie's going on the wall. Hall of fame for making the love of my life look at me like I'd grown a second head after not seeing me in person for months."

"That's fine, the wall works. As long as it's not on you."

Daniel laughed, and it was infectious as I finally managed to catch him behind his desk. He gave in, and I wasted no time loosening the tie and pulling it over his head. He raised his eyebrows and fixed me with a look once I had it in my hands, and he smiled at me.

"You satisfied now."

"Yeah, actually, thanks."

I beamed at him and he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too. I could see the other agents hovering outside the door, so I knew we had to get back to actual work, but I didn't really mind too much. Now that I was with Daniel again, working side by side, we could take on any case together. Ugly ties and all.

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swan-of-sunrise · 7 months

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Necessary Evils (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: As they await news of Michael Carter's surgery, (Y/N) and Jack discuss her unwanted connection to Arnim Zola and the feel of foreboding that the former Hydra doctor left in his wake.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader, Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there! This week's surprise one-shot is gonna explore a little of Specs' whereabouts in the aftermath of Bucky Barnes' death in The First Avenger and we're gonna have some great moments between her and Jack, so buckle up! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Necessary Evils January 1948 Los Angeles County Hospital, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“I got you some tea from the hospital’s cafeteria.” (Y/N) was pulled out of her silent reverie by Jack taking a seat beside her and offering her a disposable paper cup, the concerned gleam in her boyfriend’s blue eyes accompanied by the smallest of smiles for her benefit. “Earl Grey and two teaspoons of honey; I know how much it helps when you get one of your stress headaches.”

(Y/N), touched by his thoughtful gesture, reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She reached for the cup and after taking a long sip, she sat back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a frustrated sigh. “I hate this. The longer the surgery takes, the more I’d like to burst into that operating room and re-arrest that Nazi bastard before he tries anything funny with Michael.”

Beside her, Jack nodded as he patiently listened to her threats and threw Peggy – who was anxiously pacing across the hospital waiting room while Daniel unsuccessfully attempted to talk her into sitting down – a furtive glance before replying, “I don’t think this Zola guy would risk a lifetime imprisonment or execution by trying to bump off Carter mid-surgery, Specs. I mean, Stark and half a dozen MP’s are watchin’ him and the neurosurgeons like hawks as we speak, and he’s not gonna jeopardize the sweet deal the JIOA cut for him for something as low-stakes as this.”

“I wouldn’t call any of this ‘low-stakes,’ Flyboy,” (Y/N) murmured, looking around the fully-occupied waiting room and reflexively tightening her grip on her cup of tea; she, Jack, Peggy, Daniel, and the Jarvises, along with over a dozen uniformed SOE officers and SSR officials, were gathered at Los Angeles County Hospital for the long-awaited surgery that would theoretically restore Michael Carter’s mind to what it was before the brainwashing that Hydra subjected him to during the war. Several of the SOE officers served alongside Michael and had volunteered to travel from England to be with their fellow soldier in his time of need, but Peggy was understandably the most concerned of them all; Michael made his younger sister promise not to contact their parents about his staged death in 1941 and sudden reappearance until it was confirmed that the dangerous surgery was a success, wanting to prevent Harrison and Amanda Carter another heartbreak on the off-chance that Arnim Zola and the team of neurosurgeons failed and he passed away on the operating table. The Carter siblings spent several minutes alone with one another before they wheeled Michael into the operating room and since then, Peggy hadn’t been able to stay still. I’d be the same way if Freddie’s life were in the hands of that Nazi son of a bitch, (Y/N) thought to herself and one of her hands moved upwards to caress the locket containing her deceased brother’s photograph as she sympathetically watched Peggy continue to pace.

“You know what I mean.” Jack scooted closer to her side and when she finally looked over at him, the look of concern in his blue eyes was as prominent as ever. “Look, I get why Peggy’s taking all this personally…but I can’t figure why you are, too. You can talk to me, baby…” His hand moved to rest on her shoulder, and (Y/N) could feel the comforting warmth of his touch through the thin material of her blouse. “Whatever you’ve gotta say, I’m here. And if you don’t feel up to talkin’ just yet, then I’ll still be right here with you.”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze to her lap and spent several moments mustering the strength to speak, her voice wavering as she recalled some of the darkest moments of the war, the ones that she wished she could forget forever but sadly never could. “I helped capture Zola. I was deployed with the Howlies in the Swiss Alps, and we were tasked with finding and capturing Zola to interrogate him about Schmidt’s plans. Morita intercepted several radio transmissions from Hydra and after I decoded them, we had confirmation that Zola was on a train scheduled to travel through the same mountain pass that we were navigating. Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I used a zip chord to get onto the train while it was still in motion; Steve and Bucky left to secure the front train cars while Gabe and I stayed on the roof as their back-up, and that’s…that’s when…”

Her boyfriend rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he looked over at her. “That was the mission that Sergeant Barnes didn’t survive, wasn’t it?” She nodded, her eyes still diligently trained on the dark blue material of her trousers, but she could feel his compassionate gaze on her as he continued. “Barnes died a hero to his country. The bastard turned against Schmidt to save his own skin, and Cap and the SSR were able to end Hydra and the war. That’s gotta bring you and the rest of the Howling Commandos some satisfaction, right?”

“It did…” (Y/N) admitted, but she tightly pursed her lips as she recalled the aftermath of the fateful mission to capture Zola alive. “Right up until his interrogation, that is.”

The tunnels below the London headquarters of the Strategic Scientific Reserve echoed with the sound of (Y/N)’s standard-issue heels making contact with the stone floor as she approached one of many interrogation cells; her fingers tightly clutched the classified file in her hands in an effort to contain her swirling emotions but judging by the apprehensive expressions on the stationed MP’s faces whenever she passed by, she was doing a poor job of masking her true feelings.

“As requested, a copy of my mission report to D.C.,” (Y/N) announced as she came to a stop before Colonel Phillips, and she arched a brow at the tray of food he was holding. “Hungry?”

“Zola surrendered and didn’t try to do himself in with cyanide, so I figured that the usual interrogation techniques might not work on this wack-job. He should count himself lucky; I’ve got over a dozen SSR agents chomping at the bit to finally get their hands on a live Hydra operative.”

Just as Colonel Phillips balanced the tray on one hand to reach for the file, (Y/N) tightened her grip on it and blurted out, “Colonel, I need to go in there with you.”

“Agent (Y/L/N), you and the rest of the 107th tactical team have my condolences for Sergeant Barnes’ death, but I can’t allow you any access to-”

“Respectfully, Colonel, you’re the commanding officer of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; you can directly authorize an agent access to as many high-security prisoners as you deem necessary, correct? I’m only requesting access to one.”

“You don’t get to tell me how to do my job, Agent.” The sharp tone in the older man’s voice conflicted with the uncharacteristic compassion emanating from his dark brown gaze. “I’ll authorize you access to the observation room, but that’s it.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain composed, but there was nothing she could do to keep her voice from trembling with barely-restrained grief. “Colonel, the man on the other side of that door is the reason my friend and God knows how many Allied soldiers are dead. I…I need to do all I can to ensure that he gives us all the intel we need to take Hydra down. I need to help end this war once and for all.”

In contrast with the strained working relationships he shared with Peggy and Howard, Colonel Chester Phillips seemed to have a soft spot for (Y/N) since the moment she was loaned out to the SSR from the OSS; Peggy often speculated that it was because she reminded him of his granddaughter back home and although she’d never admit it aloud, (Y/N) considered him to be the father-figure she’d always longed for. They got along with one another but more importantly, they shared a mutual respect and it was that respect that seemingly compelled the older man into finally giving her a relenting nod. With a brief command from Colonel Phillips, the MP stationed nearby opened the door and after taking a deep breath, (Y/N) followed the colonel into the interrogation cell.

A dim light from an overhead fixture illuminated the sparsely decorated cell, and the Swiss doctor whirled around to face them both as they sat down at the interrogation table; a surge of pleasure rippled through (Y/N) when she observed his colorless face and the way his hands anxiously fiddled with the sleeves of his prisoner’s uniform, and she maintained eye-contact with him as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat. Colonel Phillips set the tray of food down onto the table and spun it around before gesturing towards the unoccupied chair across from them. “Sit down.”

With obvious trepidation, Zola followed his order and sat, his brow arching as he looked down at the steak, potatoes, broccoli and glass of milk laid out before him. “What is this?”

“Steak.”

“What is in it?”

“Cow!” Colonel Phillips looked incredulously between (Y/N) and Zola. “Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?”

The Swiss doctor shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

Taken aback by (Y/N)’s pointed question, Zola fidgeted in his seat and replied, “It disagrees with me.”

“How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?”

While Zola’s brow furrowed in confusion, Colonel Phillips spun the tray back around and used the utensils to begin cutting into the steak as (Y/N) continued. “Every Hydra agent that we’ve tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we can stop him, but not you.”

The colonel hummed in agreement as he feasted on the tray of food, raising his fork in the air and glancing over at (Y/N) with a look of exaggerated curiosity on his wrinkled face. “Here’s my brilliant theory, Agent (Y/L/N): he wants to live.”

“You’re trying to intimidate me, Colonel.” Zola’s beady eyes flicked between them as a sheen of sweat slowly covered his balding head, obviously growing anxious under the strain of his imprisonment and their unconventional interrogation.

Colonel Phillips scoffed. “We bought you dinner. Why don’t we cut to the chase and show Doctor Zola here what’s in that file?”

While the colonel cut the steamed potatoes into quarters, (Y/N) withdrew a single piece of paper from the file and slid it across the table, her red-lacquered nails drumming on the tabletop as she watched the Swiss doctor read the typed mission report aloud. “‘…and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland…’”

“I sent that message to Washington this morning. Of course, it was encoded.” (Y/N) leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop, and fixed Zola with an unwavering stare. “You guys haven’t broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward.”

Zola’s expression remained neutral, but the lines between his brows were visibly deeper and she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head while he carefully considered his predicament. “Schmidt will know this is a lie.”

“He’s going to kill you anyway, doc.” Colonel Phillips punctuated his blunt reply with a shrug. “You’re a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone and the last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend, so I wouldn’t count on the very best of protection.” The sound of Bucky’s scream as he fell from the train and into the deep chasm below played on a loop in (Y/N)’s mind, forcing her to dig her nails into the skin of her palms to keep from reacting, an action she was no stranger to as a woman serving in a secretive branch of the Allied armed forces but one that she hated having to perform in the wake of her friend’s death. “It’s you or Schmidt; it’s just the hand you’ve been dealt.”

The Swiss doctor, taking note of the colonel’s grim tone and the obvious tension in (Y/N)’s shoulders, huffed out a humorless chuckle before nodding once and stating, “Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him.”

“You do realize that’s nuts, don’t you?”

Shaking his head, Zola huffed out a humorless chuckle at the colonel’s comment. “The sanity of the plan is of no consequence.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he can do it!”

(Y/N), losing patience with Zola and his feeble attempts at providing them with answers, snapped out, “What’s his target?”

When Zola’s beady eyes focused on hers, a shiver of foreboding traveled up (Y/N)’s spine and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to look away as he simply replied, “His target…is everywhere.”

“He told us everything we needed to know; the exact coordinates of Schmidt’s secret base in the Alps, a detailed run-down of Schmidt’s plan to bomb over half a dozen of the world’s largest cities, how much time we had before Hydra’s scheduled attack on New York…and within twenty-four hours, Schmidt was dead and Hydra was finally defeated.” (Y/N)’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her now-empty cup and she was leaning against Jack’s side, taking comfort in her boyfriend’s sturdy form as she spoke in the lowest tone she could and kept a wary eye on Peggy across the waiting room. “But there was something about his eyes, like he knew some big secret that the colonel and I could never understand, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something we missed.” Swallowing thickly, she finally looked over at Jack and met his empathetic gaze. “That’s crazy, right?”

Jack shook his head. “Definitely not. Listen, Specs, we might’ve both served on opposite ends of the world, but all the horrible shit we saw and lived through during the war? It hasn’t broken us. We’re still here, and our experiences matter because they’re what shaped us into the people we are today: people who dedicated their lives to making this screwed-up world a better place.” The corner of his lip curved into a small smile as he affectionately bumped the side of her head with his own. “You were the one who taught me that.”

Looking into his clear blue eyes, (Y/N) felt the stiffness in her shoulders begin to melt away and she couldn’t fight the smile that slowly made its way onto her face. “I’m a pretty good teacher, aren’t I?”

“Oh, hands-down, the smartest and most gorgeous teacher I’ve ever had.” Her boyfriend’s flirtatious wink forced (Y/N) to mask her giggle with a cough and flash several of the waiting room’s occupants an apologetic look while he quietly continued. “If you think that Zola’s up to no good, then I believe you. There’s no easy way to handle a situation as delicate as Operation Paperclip; all we can do is our best and in this case, the best that we can do is to keep a close eye on him and every other scumbag Nazi scientist that they’ve recruited. How’s that sound, Specs?”

She took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. “Like a pretty solid game plan, Flyboy.”

Before either of them could say another word, the double doors leading into the hospital’s operating room swung open and Howard strode into the waiting room, a grin on his face as he made a bee-line over to where Peggy stood. “Michael’s been wheeled into a recovery room and all preliminary signs are pointin’ to a successful operation. Your brother’s gonna be just fine, Peg.”

The younger woman’s anxious expression was overtaken by a look of overwhelming relief and she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the inventor in a tight hug. The rest of the waiting room collectively released the grateful breath that they’d been holding for hours and while the SOE officers and SSR officials talked amongst themselves, Jack wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss onto her temple; she closed her eyes and as she took comfort in her boyfriend’s supportive touch, she spoke a silent word of thanks to the universe for Michael’s successful surgery and for sending her a supportive and understanding partner in the form of Jack Grant Thompson.

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A/N: They're gonna have their hands full keeping an eye on Zola and the other Hydra scientists 👀 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

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tessatales · 2 years

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I finished watching Agent Carter recently and since that ending I can only think about how I think the first episode of season 3 woulda gone….

Would anyone be interested if I wrote it?

(I’m going to whether people want it or not, it will just depend if I post it or not 😂)

#avengers #avengers imagine #agent carter #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #season 2 #season 3 #why was it cancelled #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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"that marvel anon" has returned with another thought: I'm only a fool for you ft. peggysous or Sousa/reader

i now return to my humble cave and hope to have another stupid title tomorrow (also feel free for modifications to the title it feels long and clunky but you get the idea :> )

hello!! i went with daniel xreader for this, i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 1,117

summary: this was a bad idea, coming out to los angeles to help with a case. but you didn't really think about it until it was too late.

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Only A Fool For You

You knew who would be greeting you as you stepped into the bullpen of the LA SSR, but you didn’t know if you were ready to face him. Apparently some part of you had decided that you were ready, because you had accepted the assignment from Jack when it was offered to you, but you were clearly not in the same mindset right now that you were in three days ago.

Traveling all the way across the country to help your ex-boyfriend solve a string of grisly murders wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time, but you tried to keep your face neutral nonetheless as you stepped into the lobby of the Auerbach Theatrical Agency.

“Y/N!” Rose smiled as she saw you, and she got up to give you a hug as you stepped closer. “Jack told me you would be here soon, it’s so nice to see you again!”

You smiled back at her, trying to keep your nerves to yourself. “Does everyone know I’m the one who’s been sent to help with this case?” The question was phrased in a way that you hoped seemed nothing but casual, but a lot was riding on the way Rose answered it.

“I don’t think so,” she said quietly, catching on to your implication almost immediately. “Jack called me while you were on the plane, but other than that I had no idea who would be arriving to help with the case.”

You nodded, trying not to let any fear come through on your expression. The way you had parted was amicable (though if you were the one making the decision you wouldn’t have wanted to end things), but you still worried about the reaction you would receive when you walked through that door. A part of you hoped that he would be nothing but professional about it, even if the idea of being acknowledged like nothing but another agent when you had so much history together might be worse than if he kicked you out of the agency on sight.

You knew him better than that though, and just as you expected, the actual reaction was somewhere in the middle. Daniel stiffened when he saw you walk into the bullpen, and you tried to keep your face neutral. “I’m so sorry if Jack didn’t tell you he was sending me,” you said, hoping to just get this moment over as soon as possible. “I can just-”

“No, no it’s fine,” Daniel said, and even though the exchange might have seemed normal to an outsider (if not a little confusing), you knew he was trying to hide his emotions just as much as you were. “We need all the help we can get with this case.”

He introduced you to the other agents around the office, and they were generally welcoming to you. It soon became clear that Daniel looked more carefree out here, especially with the Hawaiian shirt under his jacket and the slight tan to his skin. The sunny weather and calmer atmosphere had clearly been good for him, and you were sorry that you might have screwed some of his relaxation up just by being here (when you got back to New York, Jack was going to hear it from you for even suggesting this).

He gave you a little desk of your own in the office, and the conversation had all but dissipated when you looked him in the eye. “Daniel?” It was the first time you’d said his name in quite some time, and you had almost forgotten how perfect it felt coming from your lips. “Can we talk? Later, I mean, but I don’t want to have to act like I’m walking on eggshells around you.”

He looked unsure of himself, but eventually your question was answered with a small nod. “I’m working the night shift tonight, so I can’t exactly leave, but you’re welcome to stay.”

***

By five thirty, the office was completely cleared out. You expected another agent to be working the night shift with Daniel, like how it had always been in New York, but apparently they hadn’t felt the need to have two people on the clock out here.

It took another half hour for you to pluck up the courage to approach Daniel’s office, and when you finally did, he invited you in. He had treated you today like any other agent, but also in such a friendly manner, and it was honestly excruciating. How could you turn around and call him Chief Sousa even when no one else was listening, when your fondest memories included kissing him on your couch to the sounds of Benny Goodman’s clarinet on the radio?

You wondered if you were going to have to start the conversation (and what you would even say), but thankfully Daniel was the one who spoke first. “I need to apologize to you,” he said. “For the way we left things. Jack has told me enough times that I screwed up, and I want to apologize.”

There were so many other things you could have said, but you desperately wanted to know one thing and one thing only. “Why did you break it off? I thought we were good, you and me.”

“We were,” he said. “But I had just been told they were considering me for the job out here, and I acted like a coward.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t come with you?”

“That never once crossed my mind,” he said. “But I was scared to death of losing you the way Dooley lost touch with his wife. For as long as I knew him, he had never had a good relationship with her, and it all came down his workload as the chief of the SSR. I didn’t want to push you away because of the extra stresses that being chief came with.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice quiet as you processed his words.

“I thought I was doing what was best for you, but as I’ve been informed several times, I messed up.” That sentence coaxed a small laugh from you, and he smiled slightly. “I know you’re only here for as long as it takes to solve this case, but can I take you out for a drink one night? It doesn’t have to be anything serious, but I’ve really missed you.”

“Of course,” you said, a small smile on your face. “How about tomorrow, if you’re not working the night shift again.”

“That sounds perfect.”

That night, as you laid in your hotel room bed, you couldn’t help but wonder what Jack would say if you asked to transfer permanently to the LA office.

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