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Peggy chuckled. “Well, if those are my only options, darling, I’m relieved I don’t sound like the latter.” She met his gaze with a playful expression, though it softened as he began to speak. Knowing Clint well, she knew this was how he acted when something was really bugging him. She waited, patiently, for him to get out whatever it was he needed to say so she could, like usual, help him talk through it. However, she was completely unprepared for what he eventually said. It caught her so off guard that Peggy found herself momentarily speechless, her jaw hanging slightly. “Oh,” she finally managed, realizing she was still staring at him. “I should have—I should have communicated it to both of you. Not just…” Her voice trailed off, and she locked eyes with him. Shaking her head gently, she said, “I’m sorry.”

"No, you sound elegant. He sounds like a pompous jack-off," Clint said, but the crooked grin on his face betrayed the affection in the name-calling. For a second, he thought he might be able to keep it together -- Morgan was a safe topic, basically Peggy's granddaughter, they could talk for hours about the kid. But he was Clint Barton, his own worst enemy at all times. Why are you this way? he berated himself, but aloud he just shrugged, tried to laugh it off. His hand came up to fiddle with his earlobe. "I mean, it's it-- absolutely bananas, completely crazy, I don't know where he-- Or how--" He stopped, clearing his throat. Looked up at Peggy, like she was a life raft that would save him from drowning. If it was anyone else, this would've been easy to laugh about. Or dismiss. But it was Peggy. Angel Eyes, staring back at him in that way of hers. Like he was made of tissue paper and she could see right through him. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to explain that the words had been tumbling around his head since Loki first said them. Slowly at first, barely noticeable, but now it felt like they had wrapped around him, constricting his chest and making it hard to breathe. He couldn't detangle himself, couldn't get away from them, and when his thoughts became that kind of snake-like, he always came to her. So of course he wanted to tell her -- he wanted her to explain it to him. "He called you my girlfriend. So high school, right? And I didn't even get to high school, and I know that, so. Yeah."

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Peggy laughed as she gathered up the paperwork scattered across her desk. “Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, love,” she began, stacking the papers into a neat pile, “but if revenge is what you’re after, you’ll be disappointed. People with accents like ours get away with saying odd things because everything we say somehow still sounds elegant.” She looked up at him with a teasing smile. That was when Peggy noticed something was off. She was about to ask him if he was okay, knowing the mission hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but Clint’s attention had shifted elsewhere. “Hm?” she murmured, her brow furrowing as she followed his gaze towards the window. “Oh, yes. Courtesy of Morgan, actually. She made the pot—so I’m glad they don’t need watering often, because I’m not sure the pot will survive it,” she said with a smirk, sitting on the edge of her desk. “Do I want to know what he said?”

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"Hey, if we have to one of those hearing-things about this one, then I want Loki to have to talk at it. I want him to have to say shrimp balls out loud, into a microphone for all of SHIELD's top brass." When Clint didn't know what to say -- or when he had something he was trying not to say, one strategy he used was to just babble. About anything and everything. And right now, Clint was desperately trying not to say, 'Hey Angel-Eyes, wanna know the crazy thing my best buddy said to me today? About you and me?' Because he had a feeling it just wouldn't come out right. No matter how he said it. So he drummed his fingers on his knees and glanced around Peggy's office while she set up for the debrief. "Is that a new succulent in the window? Looks pointy," he said, nodding towards the plant. "For the record, my cover was only almost blown. We probably would've been fine if not for how pissy Loki got in the closet. Hey, wanna know what he said? About you and me?" Well, futz.

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Simone Ashley | 77th annual Cannes Film Festival in Cannes, France | May 25, 2024 | 🎥 Chaumet

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"Mm. She did a good job or organizing the party." Peggy watched the band for a moment, before sliding her arm around one of his. "I'm also glad you got out of your office. I was wondering when the cabin fever was going to set in."

"This artist is quite good, aren't they?" Charles nodded at the stage, a fond smile on his face. It felt good to get out of his office once in a while and Pride celebrations were always a good reason to go out. "I'm glad they're giving the floor to smaller artists this year, as well, don't you think?"

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"Unfortunately," she said, still smiling. Her face softened somewhat when he explained why he could read her so well. Ever since she had gone to recruit him, for want of a better word, she and Clint had connected in a way she hadn't quite managed with the other agents and Avengers. Or since him, which is something she wasn't really ready to dissect. Lost in that thought for a moment, she realized she was still looking at Clint. Blinking, she snapped her attention back to the present and laughed at his suggestion. "You know, I'm inclined to let you," Peggy turned back to look at him and nodded. "You have my permission. I'll deny it if anyone asks, though." She smirked. "Do your worst."

"But the best ideas always require you to do paperwork," Clint replied, with a smirk that just begged to smacked. How hard depended on just how much the other person liked him, and how annoying he was being at the time. But Peggy either had endless patience, or genuinely enjoyed his antics because she never did seem to get annoyed by him. "It's the years more than the training," he admitted, shrugging a shoulder. "I know you outside of this, so I know what the real you looks like... And what it looks like when you have to force a smile at another one of those 'thinly veiled insult-as-a-joke' thing that all these futzheads do." His gaze followed her gesture, scanning the crowd, the people, the room around them. His eyes lingered on something on the ceiling. "I could set off the sprinklers. Always easy to mess with those systems, and it'd be really really fun. Plus, it'll probably get blamed on faulty wiring and no one will even know it was us. No paperwork!"

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"You have my permission. As long as it does not require me to do paperwork." She looked up at him and smiled, hand sliding down his arm to wrap around it as they walked towards the crowd. Once inside, Peggy made pleasantries and mingled all with Clint, thankfully, at her side. Because these things really did get exhausting and she was glad to have him there with her. "Can you tell I hate almost every person I've talked to?" She questioned a while later, once they were finally able to sit at a table by themselves. Sliding into the seat beside Clint, she added, "Don't answer that. Despite years of training, you can read me like a book." Peggy wrinkled her nose, distastefully. "And you know I get after being surrounded by toxic masculinity," she gestured vaguely around the room and smirked, turning to look back at Clint. "I think it's emergency time. What are our choices tonight?"

He had a quip all prepared -- no, I had no idea, you hide it so well, especially from the guy's whose one thing is noticing stuff. But the kiss to his cheek stopped him, and all he could do was smile crookedly at her. "You're in luck," he said, when his tongue caught back up to his brain. "I probably won't have to stage it. I am uniquely talented at causing emergencies whether I want to or not." They stepped inside, Clint allowing her to take the lead with ease as they made their way into the crowd. "Except now I can say I have permission. Thanks, Angel Eyes, that'll save me a ton of blame later."

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"Hi." She smiled when she saw him waiting for her and immediately looped her arm around his, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for coming with me. You know I hate these things." Peggy's smile turned into a teasing smirk as she pulled back. "If you want to stage a pretend emergency in about a half hour, I won't protest."

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"I'm used to it. Nothing but busy work at this point," she replied with a smirk, following his gaze to see the object of Clint's concern being escorted out. "Mm," she hummed, hand wrapping back around his arm. "Mine was the opposite. I didn't get along with my mother. Always had something to pick and prod and lecture me about. Wasn't ladylike enough for her. No idea what plagued her head with such nonsense," Peggy teased, laughing at the question. "I think I can handle it, love, yes. Though if you wanted to ask me to dance, Mr. Barton, a simple question would have sufficed." She dropped his arm so she could take his hand instead. "I would have still said yes."

"I'd hate for you to have to get stuck working late on my account. You know... again," he teased. His eyes swept around them, doing a quick sweep of the area the way he always did. But once his gaze landed on her, he was snagged. He smiled, despite the seriousness of the topic at hand. "Shitty dads leave a real deep mark. Can't let my best buddy deal with his all alone." Clint glanced in the windows. Saw Loki and Ed across the room, heading for another balcony. That was good, a good call. He nudged Peggy so she would clock it too, then turned to her. "We could try to make the most of it," he offered, holding up a hand. "Wanna see how many olive pits I can toss in Odin's drink before the night is over?" He snickered. "We might have to dance a few times, so I can get into a close enough position. Are you up for that mission, Agent Carter?"

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SIMONE ASHLEY as KATE BRIDGERTON BRIDGERTON  — 3x01: Out of the Shadows

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"You don't need me to tell you this because one would already assume this, but she acts just like Tony did when he was her age," Peggy said, smirking at the too-innocent smile she shot him. "Point proven." She turned back to Bruce. "Having said that, she's calmed down a lot with you. They both have," she teased, though her expression softened when her eyes followed Bruce's, back to where Tony was. Peggy kissed the top of Morgan's head when she rested it on her and replied, "Oh, I certainly have. He's.... a lot." She looked back to Bruce. "Very politely said my hello's and excused myself from that conversation. And the Queen's so lovely. I don't understand that match at all. It had to be arranged."

"Morgan, we talked about this," Bruce gave his daughter a look when she was back at the table but she just smiled at him brightly and just like that - all sins were forgiven. "Hopefully not," he mused in answer before taking a sip of his drink. He couldn't help but feel on edge after what happened at their last gala but he knew that whatever he felt, his husband felt tenfold. "He says he is but we both know the truth," Bruce shook his head and kept his gaze on Tony for a little while. "How about you? Have you had the 'pleasure' to speak with any of those stuffy Asgardians?" he asked.

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"I'd appreciate that," she replied, resting her hand around his arm as they walked. "As I believe somehow those incident reports would make their way to me." Peggy looked up at him and smiled, shaking her head lightly as they made their way outside. "I'm glad he has you, though. An army of supportive people around him. God only knows he needs that after going through what he did." She leaned her head on his shoulder and continued, "If you take the king out of the equation, it's not that terrible of a party, though."

Clint made a face and let out a groan, as if he was really being dragged outside. The reality was that her softest touch was a magnetic pull for him. Always had been, as natural as gravity itself. The cool air felt good against his skin, a relief from all the oppressive heat inside that came from the press of bodies and egos pushed too close together. The evening was young, the sky pale blue and pink and orange. And Peggy's hand was looped around his arm. "I'll compromise," he declared, meeting her gaze with a crooked smile. "I'll cause enough chaos to irritate King A-hole, but not enough to make you have to write up any incident reports. Sound fair?"

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'Nonnaaaa.' Morgan all but flipped out of Bruce's arms and ran over to her—like she hadn't just seen her the day before. "Morgannnn," Peggy mimicked with a smirk as she lifted her up into her own arms. "How much sugar have we had, darling?" She gave her a knowing look, before taking a seat in the chair beside Bruce that Morgan had vacated, letting the little girl settle on her lap. "No rogue suits tonight?" She asked him, teasingly, but her expression softened soon after as she looked out to where Tony was mingling. "Is he doing okay?" ; @brcbvnner

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"Moral quandary, hm? Seems a bit early in the evening for one of those, love." Peggy turned to him with a small smirk, taking the glass he offered her. Her dark-eyed gaze followed Clint's nod. "Well, I believe it would be most improper to be on your worst behavior in our guest of honor's presence. Having said that," her eyes found Clint's again, "said guest of honor is a gigantic pain in the ass." She slid her free hand around Clint's arm, giving a gentle tug towards the door. "Let's step out? Get some air before you start an inter-realm war. Lord knows we don't need another one of those."

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"I have a moral quandary," Clint announced in lieu of a greeting, as he popped up behind her. "You're good at those." The second he'd spotted her across the room, he was already on his way. It was an instinct at this point, to touch base with her first. He'd snagged them a couple of drinks on his way over, and he held it out to her. "Is it my duty, as Loki's best friend, to be on my best or my worst behavior? You know, given the guest of 'honor.'" He nodded towards Odin, making a face before looking back to Peggy. "Help me out here, angel eyes. Otherwise I'm gonna accidentally-on-purpose start an inter-realm war."

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PEGGY CARTER ;

The most dangerous woman of all is the one who refuses to rely on your sword to save her because she carries her own

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OVERVIEW

Full Name: Margaret Elizabeth Carter Aliases/Nicknames: Peggy, Agent Carter, Captain Carter Meaning of Name: pearl Alliance: the Avengers Date of Birth: May 19th Age: physically in her early 30's Zodiac: Taurus Sexuality: heterosexual Pronouns: she/her Height: 5'5 Nationality/Species: English, Indian Tamil, human Languages Spoken: English, Russian, Hindi, German Faceclaim: Simone Ashley ( x )

AESTHETIC

Theme Song: God is a woman (Ariana Grande) Animal: raven ( x ) Season: spring Time of Day: dusk ( x ) Usual Style of Dress: ( x ) Color: lavender ( x ) Hogwarts House: Slytherin

PERSONALITY

introvert / extrovert / ambivert risk-taker / cautious organized / disorganized close-minded / open-minded calm / anxious / restless disagreeable / agreeable / in-between patient / impatient outspoken / reserved / in-between leader / follower / flexible empathetic / un-empathetic optimistic / pessimistic / realistic traditional / modern / in-between hard-working / lazy

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Lawful Good Personality Type: ENTJ, the Commander. Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging. Decisive people who loves momentum and accomplishment. They gather information to construct their creative visions but rarely hesitate for long before acting on them.

STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES

Strengths/Skills: superhuman strength, speed, and stamina. accelerated healing. Biggest Advantage: her mind / leadership skills Biggest Vulnerability: her family Bad Habits: she can be bossy and controlling

LIFESTYLE

Birthplace: London, England Current Residence: New York City Occupation: co-founder of SHIELD, Avenger

RELATIONSHIPS

Status: - Siblings: Michael Carter

➝ She and her brother were inseparable growing up. he inspired Peggy to take the career path she did.

Parents: Amanda and Harrison Carter

➝ She had a fairly positive relationship with her mother despite her mother not being fond of how outspoken and “unlady-like” she was. She was close to her father. he tended to embrace her love of adventure more than her mother did.

Children: Tony Stark

➝ Peggy was close to Howard Stark and his wife, Maria. After their deaths, she became the legal guardian of their son, her godson, Tony.

Other notable relationships: Morgan Banner-Stark and Peter Parker (adopted grandchildren), Bruce Banner-Stark (son-in-law) Exes: Steve Rogers

BACKSTORY

Peggy was a prominent SSR Agent in World War II and a founding member of SHILED. She worked closely with Steve Rogers after he was injected with the super soldier serum, helping him to become the world’s first superhero. However, after losing him, and maybe in an attempt to feel closer to him after his supposed death, Peggy allowed herself to be injected with a copycat serum Howard created. She took the place Steve left behind as Captain Carter. Seeing as the serum has dramatically slowed her aging process, she still works with SHIELD in smaller capacities as most of her attention has been on the Avenger following the Battle of New York.

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"Well, you have my permission to go against protocol today." She looked up and smiled warmly, closing the file and nodding for him to follow her as she got up. "I'll join you. Might go crazy if I have to stay in here any longer." Peggy started to the door and continued, "Are you doing okay, though? It was a lot that happened."

"I mean... it is protocol..." he replied, running a hand over the back of his neck. "I guess I am about ready to get out of here and get a cup of coffee though. Is it just me or has this just been the longest week in existence?"

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"You really want to be debriefed, love?" Peggy glanced up from the paperwork she'd been finishing -- because it had been a long week -- and looked at him. She smirked, "I'd personally get out of here before Steve comes back."

“Wait, we can't just go! We haven't been debriefed yet."