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Get to know me meme - [1/5] favourite female characters: Peggy Carter

As has always been the case, I don’t require your help

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               ’                I'm busy. Unless you’re here to tell me we’ve won                the war, I suggest you save it for later.’

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"[Peggy] always longed for Skinny Steve, the first Steve, who he really was, the heart of who he was, and his morals, his values — more than the gorgeous, buff man that he became. She’s very alone now. They were kindred spirits: they understood each other. That grief will be played throughout the series [Agent Carter].” -Hayley Atwell

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make me choose | fembuckybarnes and lavarnyay asked: Natasha Romanoff or Steve Rogers or Peggy Carter

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outofchara. hey. hey guys. did you know today is peggy's bithday? well -- as of an hour ago on the east coast, anyway.

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               'It certainly doesn't look that way.'

           ”Oh, ye of little faith, Peggy. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

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               'Are you -- are you ... planning on starting a fire?'

"Shh. You’re distracting me from possible genius results right now.  No paranoia until I set something on fire. That’s the rule.” 

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               '         are you quite sure you know what you're doing?'

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Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing                                   but my aching soul?

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"you can’t give me orders!"

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                You're Howard's boy?                                          my God, you look just like him.

      No, but you knew my dad—          Howard Stark.

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               the reaction coaxed from this little boy who calls himself Charles                 is surprising -- his calm, his serenity, the nonchalant way he                 explains away his trespassing are all two skips and a jump away                from normal. Peggy finds herself perplexed, crouching down to                his level as best she can in her stiff uniform to examine the child                with a kind brown-hued gaze. (she makes note of his striking blue                eyes that hold a soul too old for the one who owns it, the intelligence                exuding from his very pores, and a yellowed bruise.)                '-- well, hello, Charles Xavier.' her voice is soft and gentle, a startling                contrast to the way she barks orders at the troops. 'it's a pleasure to                make your acquaintance.'                                                       the smile that she offers is genuine, all white teeth                                                       against red lips as she extends a hand to shake.                'do your parents know you're here?'

         a normal child disobeying whatever unspoken rules are set in might be nervous or afraid of being approached by a woman of such a stature (hell, even a grown man was apt to fear), but charles is not in the slightest bit afraid. if the worst comes to worst, he will simple alter her path of thought so that he never entered it, or he’ll completely remove the memory of the boy with knobbly knees and birdbone shoulders observing a group of soldiers shuffle up for a morning practice. (were they going to go on a jog, now? charles likes jogs.)

          “ hello, miss… ——carter.”

       it was a quick, almost timid sweep. he sees a girl who refuses to contort to mens idealism of a woman (or even just a schoolgirl; grass-stained knees, but a lady-like posture). he gazes with wide, admiring eyes, the corners of his lips twisted into an almost-smile.  “ charles xavier. i’m just watching. ”

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