#Peggy Carter Fanfiction

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All But Done ~Agent!Peggy Carter xFem SHIELD!Agent!Reader

Request from @theturboforce1984 —“5 with Peggy Carter”. Thanks for the Request! Here’s a little smut scene between Agent!Peggy and trainee!Agent!Reader 🤭

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#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, fingering, pet names, exhibitionist kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

Another slip up of yours and you were on the floor, pinned down beneath the brunette once more. Your breath hitched at the compromising position you were in. She chuckled, getting off you, and offering you a hand. You took it, standing up with a huff.

“Again.” Agent Carter instructed.

You nodded, as you two began sparring again. This time around, you ducked a good amount of the brunette’s jabs and even got in a one or two good hits yourself. But once again bam!, She had you on your back, this time with her foot on your chest. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Alright, That’s enough for today…” she spoke, relieving the pressure of her heel.

You sighed in relief. Once again, the brunette helped you back up.

“You are getting better, you know…” she encouraged.

“Am I…?” You joked.

“Yes, you really are.” The brunette insisted, “When S.H.I.E.L.D first assigned you to me, you were physically defenseless. Now, you are able to hold your ground for a longer amount of time.”

You blushed slightly at her praise.

God were you glad that it was only you too in the sparring room today… With the amount of reactions the brunette was pulling from you today…

“Don’t think I don’t notice your little reactions…” Agent Carter chuckled amusingly.

Her words pulled you back to reality. Your throat went dry. The brunette was now a mere inches away from you, her eyes trained intently on you.

“I… What…?” You chocked out.

She cocked her head to the side slightly, letting eyes eyes roam up and down your frame.

“I… I’m sorry the impression… that I may have given you… b-but I… I don’t—” you stuttered.

“Shut up and kiss me already…” she interrupted you.

Your eyes widened but you didn’t need to be told twice… You crashed your lips eagerly into the brunette’s. She met your fervor passionately.

“I… people… camera…! They’ll see—!!” You stammered, into the kiss.

“I don’t care…” she muttered, then going back to ravaging your lips.

“M’mmmm Agent…” you breathily moaned, as she slid her tongue into your wet cavern.

Agent Carter pulled away for a moment.

“Peggy. Call me Peggy, Darling…” she panted.

You nodded breathlessly, before Peggy smashed her lips back into yours, pushing up against one of the wooden beams in the room.

Her tongue slid into your mouth and started to explore your wet cavern, while one of her hands snaked down your training pants. You gasped as she moved your knickers to the side.

“Tell me what you want, Darling…” she purred, “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want… want your fingers inside me…” you whimpered.

“Good girl…” Peggy cooed, before sliding two of her fingers into your aching core.

Her fingers began pumping and curling inside you fast and hard. Your head was thrown back against the beam in pleasure, your eyes screwed shut tight.

“Oh GOD—!!” You moaned out.

“Not god, Darling…” the brunette chuckled, adding another finger into your slick cunt.

Her fingers curled inside you relentlessly to hit that deliciously spongey spot in your walls. Strings of whimpers and moans spewed from your lips, as the brunette worked you with ease. Your legs were trembling as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Say my name…” she lustfully purred.

“Peggy fuck!! I’m so… fuck please…!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, Love…” she cooed.

Her words sent you over edge. You clenched around the brunettes digits, and your legs were shaking. Peggy had to muffle your mouth with her other hand, your screams were so loud. Your knees suddenly buckled, and Peggy quickly pulled out of you, catching you with both of her hands. You were panting heavily

“You did so good, Darling… So good…” she gently cooed.

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Peggy Carter Masterlist

[ghostofskywalker]

Not Admitting Anything

Peggy Carter/Reader

Words: 2,019

Summary: After helping your neighbor change the bandage on her arm, you learn a few things. One of them is that her life is clearly more exciting than yours, and the other is that you're kind of terrible at flirting with her.

Note: this was requested by the lovely @trekkingaroundasgard​!! i have missed writing for peggy so much, i hope you enjoy this!

Peggy Carter Masterlist

The sound of the a door closing in the hallway pulled your attention away from the book in your hands, and you sat silently as you listened for any other noise that might hint at what was going on or who had just arrived home. Your apartment building was usually on the quieter side, so you didn’t often notice when your neighbors came and went, even though you were friendly with several of them. You could never handle living somewhere with an overbearing landlord or in one of those hotels that had since been fitted as small apartments for working professionals, so this was a happy medium. The rent was a little higher than you would have liked, but it was in a decent location, and at least here the constant New York traffic was slightly softer than it was the last place you lived.

It seemed at first that whoever had just arrived home was not making any more noise, but a thump echoed through the walls a mere moment after you had looked back down at your book. That sound was much more worrying than the sound of the footsteps before, so you stood up and resolved to step outside and see if anything was wrong, and if you could do anything.

Our of all your neighbors, you guessed that Mrs. Whilter might be the one in trouble, as she was in her late seventies and often asked for help going up the stairs whenever she ran into you in the lobby. If she had fallen, that might explain the noise you just heard. But the more you thought about it, the more you thought that noise came from the other side, which would mean it came from Peggy’s apartment.

Your relationship with your other neighbor was friendly, but you wouldn’t call her your best friend. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that you found her absolutely gorgeous (and you found that you had a much higher chance of acting like an absolute fool when she was around), but you never wanted to believe that, even though sometimes the evidence was impossible to ignore.

She was kind and friendly whenever she saw you, and you would have no problem knocking on her door if you needed to borrow a cup of sugar, but the idea of sprinting over to her apartment just because you heard something through the wall was more difficult than it would have been if you were sure the sound had come from Mrs. Whilter’s wall. There had been many times you dropped things by accident while living here, and you might have died from embarrassment if someone else had come to check on you after hearing you drop a glass.

But the nagging feeling that this might be more than shattered drinkware kept pulling your eyes towards the wall you shared with her, and eventually you decided to just stop wondering and knock on her door.

No one else was in the hallway as you did so, and you held your breath without even realizing it until you could hear the handle being turned. With a smile plastered on your face that hoped didn’t come off strangely, you looked at your neighbor as she opened the door.

Your name left her lips in a surprised tone, and even though she hadn’t opened the door fully, you could see what looked like a bandage on her arm. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” you began, not even bothering to come up with some kind of excuse to be here. “But I heard a loud noise and I wanted to check and make sure everything was okay.”

For a moment you were afraid that this was annoying her, but she nodded and her face softened after registering your words. “It’s not a bother,” she said. “I just dropped something.”

You nodded, not sure where to go from here. “I’m glad it’s nothing,” you said sincerely, truly meaning every word.

This is where you should have stopped talking.

This is where the casual conversation should end.

But of course that didn’t happen, and you had to keep going as you nodded towards her bandaged arm. “If you ever need anything at all, you’re always welcome to knock on my door at any hour of the day,” you said. “I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty good with first aid.” That wasn’t a lie, you had picked up a few things working in the factory during the early days of the war, and then heading out to the European theater yourself for the last six months the US army was stationed there. But as much as it wasn’t a lie, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d overstepped.

But thankfully, it didn’t seem that you had. “Thank you,” she said, and then much to your surprise, she kept talking. “I have some trouble reapplying the bandages since this is my dominant arm, would you mind helping me for a moment?”

“Of course,” you said, and the door to her apartment was opened fully as you stepped inside.

Her apartment wasn’t as messy and decorated as your was, but you wouldn’t have called it bare either. The space possessed a comforting feeling, though you were still very much aware of your status as an outsider in Peggy’s life. The most you had ever interacted with her before was when she had offered to help you take some bags up to your apartment a few months ago, and you had spent a few minutes talking.

She sat down at the table and you saw an open first aid kit sprawled out on it. It was quite a comprehensive one, and you saw types of bandages and amounts of gauze that you hadn’t even thought of since your service during the war. You knew that Peggy had also served, so you didn’t question anything, and you moved to remove the bandage from her arm.

After getting a look at the wound though, it wasn’t as easy to ignore the size of her home first aid kit. Her injury was very clearly a bullet wound (although someone had removed the bullet). The skin of her upper arm was clearly ugly and raw, and blood was running down her arm from the moment you removed the bandage. It didn’t seem to be bleeding so badly that you would have had to bring her to a hospital, but this also wasn’t an ordinary day-to-day wound.

Immediately, your brain began to wonder how she had sustained such an injury. You hoped that you weren’t inadvertently helping a criminal, but she didn’t seem like the type of person who would knowingly perform evil deeds.

You gently placed your hand on her arm as you began to clean the wound, and you could see her ever-so-slightly pull away from your touch. It took a moment for her to lean back to where she had been before, but you didn’t say anything about it. This was clearly a lot more than a little scrape, and you still had no idea how she got it, so you shouldn’t try to speculate why she acted the way she did.

A quick glance up to her face showed her with eyes closed as you continued to get all the blood off the skin surrounding the wound. You must have squeezed her arm slightly harder than you wanted to as you moved to pull some gauze off the table, because Peggy took in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry,” was your immediate response, worried that you had done nothing but hurt her more.

“No, it’s not you,” Peggy said, her voice slightly strained in a way that you had never heard before. “I’m just not used to accepting help from others.”

So much made sense in this moment. You tried not to think about what she may be thinking right now, but it was obvious that this was not a situation she usually found herself in, and that she was trying not to pull away even more. It broke your heart, just glimpsing the way she seemed to struggle accepting your help, and you concentrated on making every single one of your movements soft and kind. You didn’t know what kind of life she lived, and you never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable. Little did you knew, she actually felt the furthest thing from uncomfortable as your hands gently cleaned her wounds, but she knew that if she let herself relax she might make a sound she couldn’t explain.

“Peggy,” you said gently, not wanting to scare her away with what you would say. “I know what this wound is.”

Her face fell. “I’m not-”

But you cut her off before she could finish. “I’m not going to ask you how you got it, but the fact that you said you don’t usually accept help from others worries me.” You began to wrap the bandage around her arm, taking special care to make sure it’s applied in a way that wouldn’t cause discomfort or pain. “I know that we don’t really know each other that well, but if you ever need anything, please come knock on my door, alright?”

Peggy was silent for a few moments before nodding. “I will,” she said, in a voice so soft that you almost didn’t hear it, while also reaching out to take your hand for a moment that you would have said was not long enough for your taste. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said warmly, smiling as you began to clean up the bloodied gauze from the corner of the table in which you’d piled it on, making sure to wipe down the area after everything had been thrown away.

An awkward silence settled in the air, as both of you stared at each other, and you couldn’t help but break the silence. “Would you want to go to lunch sometime with me?” It was a moment of impulse, and there was nothing you could do to bring the words back in. If you were worried about how she might react to that before you said anything, the silence that persisted in the first few moments after you spoke were nothing but painful. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension. “I just thought that you might be more comfortable going to me for help if you knew me bett-”

Now it was her turn to cut you off. “I’d like that,” she said, and your open mouth closed as you fought to figure out something to say in response that didn’t make you look like an idiot.

“Great,” was what you eventually decided on, though you weren’t really sold on it. However, at least it was better than what you said next, in a futile attempt to lighten the mood. “Are you a criminal?”

Peggy stared at you for a moment before a smile crossed her face and a quiet laugh left her lips. You let out a sigh of relief, because at least she didn’t hate you for asking a very indelicate question (that given the wound you just bandaged, was not a wild assumption). “No,” she said. “My life may be unpredictable, but I am not working against the United States.”

You just nodded, before changing the subject to let her know to change her bandages in six hours and if she needed help to come knock on your door. That answer definitely was not what you were expecting, and for a moment you weren’t sure if she had even answered your question at all, so you removed yourself from the situation before you made anything worse.

As the door of your apartment closed behind you, you decided not to think about it any more. You chose to believe her, and hopefully everything would work out in the end.

You did know one thing for sure though, and that was if you were actually going to go to lunch with her, you had to get better at flirting than asking if she was a criminal.  

- the end -

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I want beefy!gp!Captain Carter on my desk!

On Repeat (18+)

Pairing: Beefy!GP!Captain Carter x Shield!Fem!Reader | Minors DNI!!  ⚠️

Warnings: Sorta PWP, More like Peggy has YOU on your desk, no use of y/n, Peggy has a penis, This is my first GP fic, Kinda public kink, unprotected

Words: 1,011

Title based on "Pussy on Repeat" by Spillage Village

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

Peggy looked beautiful today, standing and chatting outside your office in her suit. You just stared mindlessly, remembering the evening you shared not long ago. Her red lipstick is still all over your white pillowcase, and you can't remove the stain. Much like the imprint she's left on your senses.

"You're truly a work of art, Agent." She told you before sucking on your nipples hungrily. It had been a long time coming after eye-fucking each other in meetings since you started at S.H.I.E.L.D. 

A knock at your office door broke your trance, and you found yourself wiping away drool with the back of your hand before calling them in. Of course, it had to be the star of your head movie. "Am I interrupting something?" Peggy asked thoughtfully. You started shaking your head, maybe a little too much. 

"No, not at all. How can I help you, Captain?" 

"I wanted to go over the plan for our mission later if that's alright?"

"Oh, of course! Go for it." 

As Peggy started speaking strategy, you found yourself lost in her lips and body movement as she pointed to places on the map you hung on your wall with her right index finger, dragging it slowly from point to point. Before long, you found your eyes dropping to her pelvic region. 

"Don't be gentle." You told her before she buried her cock in you with a shallow grunt, bottoming out as you stretched around her girth. 

"Earth to Agent Spacecase!" She interrupted your daydream once more, catching onto your not-listening. 

"Apologies, Captain. I've had a lot on my mind." You admit, trying to avoid the detail of "a lot" being the time she fucked you senseless. It was then you remembered how you got to that point in the first place. 

"Just got a lot of my mind." 

"Then let me help you forget for a while."

As if it was a code phrase, Peggy went to your office window and let down the shades. "Stand up." She urged. You did as instructed, unsure of where it was going but delighted all at once. She moved slowly and gracefully behind you until you were trapped between her and your desk.

A broad hand moved your hair out of the way of the left side of your neck before you felt hot breath next to your ear. "You don't care to hear about the mission, do you?" She spoke softly, bringing a hand under your skirt and between your things. Her middle finger plunged into the dampness of your underwear, roughly stuffing the cotton between your slit. 

It was almost enough to make you forget where you were as she set the fire. You could feel her length growing hard against your ass, rutting on you as she felt your cunt. 

"Peggy," You said breathlessly, nearly ready to protest until she took her free hand and shoved you forward, bending you at your waist over your desk. A cup of pens and a file flew to the floor as your hands braced on the wood. 

"I know we're in your office. You'll need to be quiet for me, darling." She said, sounding completely casual. Her fingers curled under your skirt and pulled it up, leaving your panty-clad ass exposed. She gripped your cheeks, running loving hands over your roundness and admiring the red lace. "My favorite color. I'll have to keep these on." 

Just as you found your breath, you heard a shift behind you and felt her cock spring free and slap against your right buttock. Peggy then moved your panties over, exposing your cunt to the open air. You shivered as you felt her grind between your asscheeks, making herself good and hard for you. 

"Please." You let out, nearly whispering the single plea. Peggy wasted no time giving you what you wanted, harshly slamming her cock into your dripping hole. "Fuck!" You said, using every bit of self-control you had to keep it under a yelp. 

"Be quiet, love." She demanded, stilling her cock inside you, getting used to the tightness around her as she yanked at your underwear, stretching against your hip and crook of your thigh until you heard a loud rip. "I really did love those." She said before reaching over for your body and stuffing the wad of your own panties into your mouth as a gag.

Peggy started ramming in and out of you, pistoning her throbbing length as you quietly wail into the thin, ripped fabric inside your lips. "Such a good girl for me, as always." She praised. "Been thinking about making you cum again." 

The more she pumped, the harder it became to stand. You felt your knees begin to buckle under you, and Peggy noticed just as fast, wrapping an arm under your pelvis and holding you up as she fucked you roughly. You continued to moan and cry, tasting yourself on your panties. 

"Your cunt was made for me. So tight." She rambled. Every word from that English accent pushed you further and further, ready to combust. "You're gonna cum for me. I can feel it. Do it now, darling." She commanded. 

Your orgasm burst through your core with a gush as you beat your hand on your desk, needing to express your pleasure. Your wetness coated every inch of skin between you and ran down your bare thighs as Peggy continued to fuck you through it. 

"That's a good fucking girl." She praised more as her pounding grew faster. "I'm gonna fill you up, love." 

You felt her warmth fill you as she came with a low moan, deeply pushing herself into you to ensure she came as deep in you as possible. A couple of sloppy, slow thrusts followed before she pulled out of you with a pop. You clamped your thighs tightly together and stood, not wanting to lose any of it as you removed the wad from your mouth. 

"Now that that's out of your system, shall we continue with strat?" Peggy offered between heavy breaths. 

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Girls' Night

Platonic!Peggy Carter x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 6 Prompt: "I can't wait for you."

Requested: Yes by @flowers-and-fichte! Hope you like it!

Summary: Summary: Peggy and her bestie are having a much-needed night out on the town.

Word Count: 1,520

Category: Fluff

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"Peggy, come on!" I shouted, hammering on the door of her apartment at the Griffith. "I can't wait for you, let's go!"

"Don't you have to wait for me?" I heard her voice call from inside. A second later, the door opened, Peggy grinning at me with her hair, makeup, and outfit done to perfection. "Unless you intend to go dancing and drinking alone."

I crossed my arms and huffed. "I'll go get Angie. She'd be willing to come. And I get the feeling she wouldn't be intentionally slow in getting ready to avoid going out on the town."

Peggy sighed, stepping back from the door long enough to grab her purse before finally joining me completely in the hallway.

"We both know Angie's busy, otherwise she'd be coming with us right now."

"I probably could've gone to the Automat, gotten her out of her shift, and gotten to the club in the time it took you to get ready."

Peggy just shook her head with a small smile as she locked her door and the two of us finally headed out. After months of stress and work at the SSR, especially as the only two female agents, I'd decided Peggy and I needed a night out. Little miss workaholic hadn't been particularly on board, and she'd been dragging her feet the whole time, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. Now, finally, I'd officially managed to get her out of the house.

"So, where to?" asked Peggy, tightening her coat a little as we stepped into the cool night air.

"Sousa told me about a place he likes last week," I said. "We're going to go see whether or not he's got good taste."

Peggy gave a noncommittal grunt as I stepped out into the street and hailed a taxi. We climbed in and I gave our driver the address, then settled into the back seat with Peggy.

A few minutes into the ride, I caught her eyes scanning our surroundings as we drove. I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes before fixing Peggy with a look.

"What?" she demanded.

"Seriously? You're canvassing and scanning for threats. You need to cut that out right now. We're supposed to be having a fun, relaxing night on the town, we can't do that if you're constantly looking for threats to take down and improvised weapons to take them down with."

She huffed a sigh, breaking her vigilant scan to meet my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I know. It's just... we've been on red alert for months. It's a little hard to turn it off, isn't it?"

"I know what you mean. But you've got to try, Peggy. We're both going to go completely crazy if we don't take a little break now and then."

She hummed her agreement as she turned back to looking out the window, this time with less of an agent's edge. I smiled to myself. At least it was progress.

A few minutes later, the cab pulled up outside of a swanky-looking club, people smiling and chatting in incredible outfits outside. Peggy and I stepped out, and I was happy to say, we fit right in.

We got a few appreciative looks as we headed into the club shoulder to shoulder, to find the place absolutely swinging. People swirled around the dancefloor, the music boomed from the live band across the room, and people were laughing and chatting at tables all across the bar. I smiled.

"Well, what should we do first?" I asked, leaning in towards Peggy and raising my voice a little to be heard over the noise. "Drinks, dancing, or finding a place to sit?"

"Drinks," Peggy called back. "And then dancing."

"Yes ma'am!"

I started off through the crowd in the direction of the bar, holding one hand behind my back for Peggy to take if she needed it to keep from getting separated. I couldn't help moving to the beat a little as we snaked through the crowd, bobbing my head and smiling at everyone else. When we made it to the bar and Peggy stepped up next to me, I was happy to find her with a smile on her face, too.

"First round's on me!" I said. "What're you drinking?"

"Jim Beam," she said. "On the rocks."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, even as I flagged down the bartender. "You're very predictable, Peggy. Next time, I'm gonna get you to try one of the signature drinks with me."

Peggy snorted, but I ignored her as I placed our orders. A moment later, our drinks arrived, and I raised mine in toast as I turned more fully to face my friend.

"To us!" I said, yelling a bit to be heard over the noise. "The two best agents the SSR could've asked for, no matter what any of those idiots in the office might say, and to getting a well-deserved night to have fun!"

Peggy smiled, and we clinked our glasses together, locking eyes before taking a small sip. Peggy sighed and leaned back against the bar, surveying the crowd before us.

"Thank you for dragging me out tonight," she said. I grinned, leaning against the bar next to her. "I don't know how I managed to keep from going insane in that office before you came along, but I'm so happy we can face things together now."

"Me too, Peg. Me too."

We stood together in comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping our drinks and enjoying watching the crowds and taking in the music. Finally, I sighed and set my mostly-empty glass on the bar behind me, then turned to Peggy.

"Alright, Peg. I don't know about you, but I think it's time to dance."

The corner of her mouth quirked up, and she set her glass down next to mine.

"I'd say I agree."

I grinned, then took her hand and dragged her out onto the dancefloor with me. She followed along, laughing, and we wove our way through the crowd until we found a good dance space. As soon as we found it, we faced each other and held hands, taking turns spinning each other around and dancing like maniacs to the beat.

I laughed as Peggy spun me, poorly, and I almost went knocking into a couple dancing next to us. They looked to be here on a date, and gave Peggy and I a dirty look, but we ignored them.

"Are you trying to go bowling for the people around us?" I called, laughing over the music as I came back towards Peggy and spun her out and away from me next. She laughed too, a carefree smile on her face that I hadn't seen in far too long.

"Maybe! Or maybe I'm trying to keep your reflexes sharp."

"Oh gee, thanks," I scoffed, rolling my eyes as we launched into the lindy hop. "Really Peg, I appreciate it."

"Good! You can repay me by doing my filing tomorrow."

I threw my head back and laughed, and after a minute, Peggy joined in. We lost track of time whirling across the floor together, both of us putting unique spins on the dances, since neither of us were very used to dancing the guy's part. We had more fun as a result, and while a few people shot us judgey looks as we flew across the floor, most people just smiled good-naturedly at the fun we were clearly having.

Once we both started sweating enough, we stumbled off the floor together, massive grins dominating both our faces. Peggy took a detour to the bar while I found us a table in the back to rest and catch our breath for a few moments, scanning the crowd again as I did. Sousa had absolutely hit it out of the park with this recommendation.

"Two waters, and two signature cocktails," Peggy announced, setting the drinks down before sliding into the booth with me. I smiled.

"Thanks, Peg. Cheers."

We toasted, then settled in together, laughing and talking the night away as we observed everyone around us. We made a few more trips to the dancefloor, spinning around with the same reckless abandon as when we'd started, and when we finally piled into a cab a little after one in the morning, we both knew the judgey looks from Ms. Fry would be worth it.

"We really need to do this more often," I mused, stumbling down the hallway with my shoes in one hand, my bed calling to me. Still, I paused with Peggy outside her door as she took out her keys.

"I actually think I agree with you," she said, shooting me a smile. "I haven't had fun like that since before the war. And maybe not even then."

"Likewise. We'll have to tell Sousa his recommendation was fantastic."

"That we will. But not until Monday. For once in my life, I'm going to do absolutely nothing tomorrow."

I grinned. "I support you in that, Peggy. In fact, I support you so much, I think I'll join you in solidarity."

We shared beaming smiles, then both disappeared into our own apartments. I immediately fell into bed, not bothering to change, a smile on my face. Sometimes, you just really needed a girls' night.

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Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 5

prompt ; strength

pairings ; Peggy Carter x Reader

summary ; Nothing went right today, anything that could possibly go wrong, did. It's all too much and all that you want is for your girlfriend to hold you in her arms and comfort you, to promise that everything will be alright.

+ fem!reader (no pronouns but reader wears a skirt and and reader's boss is sexist so yeah)

warnings ; pet names (love, darling, & dear used endearingly by Peggy, sweet cheeks used derogatorily by reader's boss) , swearing , sexism (reader has a shitty boss) , creeps trying to look at reader in places they should not be , talk of reader being overstimulated , talk about being/feeling sick , reader is overwhelmed and freaking out , basically just a bunch of bad stuff bc reader had a shit day

genre ; hurt/comfort

word count ; 1119

A/N ; hiii !! here's some peggy comfort <3 is this somewhat inspired by me having a bad day ? yes indeed sdnkfnk , i also plan on writing more peggy comfort because i love her sm <3

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

To put it simply, you'd had the worst day. You'd arrived late to work due to the fact that your girlfriend Peggy, who would usually wake you both up, had stayed late at her job last night and subsequently not being able to come home that night, meaning by the time you woke up you were almost an hour late and rushing out of your apartment with the overwhelming worry that you'd forgotten something.

You had. You'd forgotten half of your work uniform, so then you were showing up to your job in yes, the right shirt, but you had completely forgotten to change your bottoms and now you were wearing dark grey pants to your job as a waitress. And your boss was not happy.

He would never shut up about 'professionalism and presentation in the workplace' but really he just wanted to see his female employees in skirts and it was disgusting. You hated it but you couldn't do anything about it, you needed a job.

But sometimes, it was way too much for you to handle. The diner you work at just never stopped being overstimulating and overwhelming, it felt like a punishment for something you hadn't done.

Your hellish day didn't stop at being reprimanded by your boss for wearing the wrong uniform, and not just the wrong uniform but for wearing 'pants? I think you're a bit confused sweet cheeks'.

He forced you to wear a spare skirt from a waitress who had previously worked there, and it was not at all your size. It was dusty and torn at the seam, so every step you took you had to awkwardly pull it up to make sure it didn't fall right off you. You received weird looks all around you, and the occasional creep watching you carefully, waiting for your skirt to slip so they could see your exposed skin. You felt fucking sick.

And then every customer at the diner seemed to decide that today was the day they all turn against you, and make sure they were the rudest and most impatient people that is humanly possible, and push you to the edge knowing that you couldn't react for the sake of your job.

You'd had enough when you'd finally left your job, making your way home, and realised when in the rush of leaving for work this morning, you'd locked your apartment keys inside your apartment. Which in the grand scheme of things should not have been the mental blow it was, yeah maybe a bit of a panic before realising your girlfriend also had a key, and that'd be it. But no, today had been terrible. It had been so trying on you mentally and this, of all things, had been your last straw.

So now you found yourself sliding your back down the wooden door of your locked apartment, tears pouring out as you pull your knees up and hide your face.

You hate your habit of waking up late no matter how hard you try to change your sleep schedule in a way that would benefit you.

You hate your boss for being so backwards and idiotic.

You hate the customers at the diner for being so disgusting and rude.

You hate yourself for forgetting to get your key out of your apartment before you locked it in there.

But most of all, you miss your girlfriend and you hate how long it's been since you've last seen her.

You don't know how long you've been sat here, head between your legs, not even trying to calm down, just crying and crying and crying. You don't know if people have seen you sobbing in the hallway, and quickly turned the other way, or how many people have walked past you as quietly and rapidly as possible to get past and away from the weeping girl on the second floor of an apartment complex...

"Y/n!? Darling is that you??"

Your body immediately freezes at the familiar voice and hurried footsteps nearing your trembling figure.

"Oh love, oh dear c'mere, what happened?" Peggy asks you, bending down to rest the balls of her feet as she rests her palms on your shaking knees, her heart breaking as she takes in the view of you, broken and crying at the door of your shared apartment.

You try to slow your ragged breathing to answer your girlfriend, but all that comes out is a strangled whine, and Peggy's heart breaks impossibly more.

"Oh love, it's okay, i'm here," Peggy comfort you as she moves to sit next to you, pulling you to her chest and soothingly rubbing your back.

"It's okay dear, I'm here," Peggy whispers comforting things to you as you wrap your arms around her, she tells you about something funny she overheard about a co-worker, a memory of when she was a kid, she tells you anything sweet and funny that comes to mind, no matter how small.

She tells you about how her least favourite smell is that of strawberries, for no discernible reason other than the fact that it is far too sweet of a scent, and that 'really, strawberries taste nice so they already have that going for them, but then they also smell sweet? I don't trust it, no one needs that much going for them', which makes you giggle at your girlfriend, looking up from where you head is buried in her chest, to see your beautiful Peggy smiling down at you, love and adoration flooding her soft eyes.

"Thank you, Peg," you whisper, as she moves her sleeve to gently wipe stray tears off your cheeks.

"Of course love, I'm always here for you, okay?"

You let out a deep breath and nod your head, "Yeah.. Peg, I love you, ya'know?"

"I love you too Y/n," Peggy grins softly at you.

After a moment of you two just enjoying being in each other's presence, Peggy speaks up.

"Ok well, I don't know about you but it is so bloody cold out here," She laughs, starting to stretch her arms, "How about we head in, yeah?"

"Yeah, it is pretty cold," You smile at your girlfriend as she helps you stand up on shaky legs, still holding your hand as she goes to unlock the apartment door.

Smiling as the two of you walk into your shared apartment, you watch your beautiful girlfriend as she grabs her bag and carries it in with her, heels clicking along the wooden floor boards. You can't help but feel like everything is and will be okay, because as long as you have Peggy, the love of your life by your side, everything will work out.

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peachyteabuck’s peggy carter x reader masterlist

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ceo chronicles, pt i **

something i can eat **

dust to dust **

meet your match

permanent jetlag (please take me back) **

cross the line **

[616c4rt3r]

a final goodbye to steven grant rogers .

being handed the last remaining drop of steve rogers blood was not something she expected to happen . but it was happening , and she was . . . nervous ? uncomfortable ? unsettled . despite all of her confusing feelings , peggy knew the right thing to do .

thanking mr . jarvis for the thought , the brunette fled the ssr . moving as if on autopilot towards the brooklyn bridge where she knew would be the best spot to release her love to the city he took pride in . it was a strange moment , she hadn’t even remembered grabbing her coat before rushing to the bridge .

peggy didn’t know wether to make a speech about how she would always love him . how she would carry his honour and his words with her in everything she did . what is grief if not love preserving , right ? what a silly thought . all this love and nowhere to put it .

so , she popped the vial , tipping the remainder of steve’s blood to the east river . allowing him to flow with the waves through the city he took so much pride in . peggy couldn’t save him , but she could do him this honour .

“ bye , my darling . ” was all she was able to get out before the lump in her throat grew . a tear slid down her cheek as she watched the flow of water . ironic , wasn’t it ? it felt as though he was with her in this moment , guiding her through her goodbye .

oh , how she longed for him to be there . his warm smile ; his ability to always make it light — make her feel light . oh , how she missed him so dearly .

peggy reached for the handkerchief in her pocket after allowing a few more tears to run . there was no use in crying over lost love . he wouldn’t want her to weep , it always made him so sad to see her weep . again , another silly thought that made her chuckle dryly .

steve would always be with her . in the breeze than ran through her hair ; in the scenery around her , he would make the greatest of sunsets for her .

peering out at the scenery in front of her , she leaned against the railing , chestnut locks falling into her face and suddenly being blown away again by the wind — she could believe it was him tucking it away .

watching the river flow by was calming , however not as calming as the thought of him being at peace . laid to rest , in a metaphorical manner . she could give him that .

steve rogers would always be in brooklyn , where she laid him to rest . where she loved him , and lost him .

“ i’ll treasure your memory dearly , my love . i promise to always do right by you . to always stand up and fight for what i believe in . ” her voice was soft , speaking to the wind as if his spirit lingered around her .

“ i promise , steve . . . ” was the final thing she had to say for him . he could finally rest —

she could finally rest knowing nobody could hurt him again . all she ever wanted was to keep him safe .

[finnicks]

( fic ) waiting

waiting

mcu | peggy/steve; teen; 200 words Peggy was waiting for him at the end of the line.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Peggys nudes accidentally

Authors note: For Cap Carter specifically (Agent Carter is also hot, but this damn super soldier has me in a choke hold)

Word count: 691 Marvel Masterlist How They React To Masterlist

   Technology is not her strong suit, she'd be the first one to tell you that too. So, it's hardly a surprise that she messed something up regarding her phone and its picture sending abilities. However, it is a surprise that she managed to accomplish sending you not just one, but two full frontal nudes that she had experimentally taken in the mirror after a shower while back. And she'd somehow done so just by shoving her phone in her pocket haphazardly after leaving a meeting. Great.

   She has no idea what to do here, is there a way to unsend a photo? She hasn't a clue. Stark would know, and could probably do it too, but she would rather fist fight an alligator than explain this situation to the smug genius and have him see her pictures

   “Oh, hell…” she mutters as she notices the read symbol showing up below the messages. 

   Knowing that you've now actually seen them, meaning you've seen her in full glory, has her face turning nearly as red as the stripes on her suit. Even though she's sure you're aware this was accidental, she wishes to apologize for her enormous blunder, but currently her hands just won't cooperate. 

   On your end, you really aren't fairing much better. You had been working on finishing up some after mission reports when your phone went off, twice. Now normally you would have ignored it, as you really did need to finish the paperwork for Hill. But from the drop-down notification you could see that it had been Peggy, and since you have a soft spot for the woman, and no it certainly wasn’t because you were crushing on her, you decided to let yourself be distracted

   You come to regret that now though, because you're absolutely certain you were not meant to see those pictures of her. And you feel terrible, because even knowing that, you couldn't stop yourself from looking anyway. You knew the serum had bulked her up, afterall you'd gotten glimpses of some of that due to her workout apparel, but seeing her bare really drove the point home of just how fit she truly was. And the way the water droplets gathered in the recesses of her defined muscles, god was it attractive. But you do your best to shake those thoughts away. Now was not the time to ogle, as she was surely panicking. Now was the time to be casual, if at all possible. 

   She's not sure how long she sat there mentally berating herself for getting you both into this mess before her phone dings. She's all too aware that it was a message coming through and her stomach twists in knots with the anticipation that it's most likely you responding to her photos. She takes a deep breath before picking up the device to read your message

   Jesus Peg, take a girl to dinner first

   Her stomach twists again, but this time for an entirely different reason. You didn’t sound upset that you had gotten them, and you certainly weren’t disgusted by her accidental implication that you’d be into another woman. In fact, though you were trying to be comical about the ordeal, it almost seemed as though you liked them. And the thought alone had her heart pounding in her chest

   Bloody device had a mind of its own, I am truly sorry

   No harm done. Besides, I’d rather get your nudes than anyone else's

   Oh my god, did you really just type that? And hit send?? You slam your head down against your desk with a groan and pray that it goes undelivered, or that somehow her phone spontaneously combusts before she can read it. However, you aren't that lucky.

   Her eyebrows raise at your admission, and she finds herself chewing on her bottom lip in contemplation. Should she take a risk? Surely there'd be no harm in it, if you reacted this well to an unsolicited picture of her naked then your reaction to a date request wouldn’t be anything she couldn’t handle.

Well then, how about we grab that dinner? I can pick you up at 6

[yelenasdiary]

If you weren’t planing on writing it (and as your request are still open I’m going to take advantage of that sorry) can you write your idea of reader being Peggy and dottie daughter and dating Nat but mostly dottie gets overprotective?

Meet The Carters

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Daughter! Reader, Dottie Underwood x Daughter! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader || High School AU.

Summary: When your mother, Peggy, discovers you have a girlfriend, she asks you to bring her to dinner. When your other mother, Dottie, lays eyes on the girl you've been dating, things take a turn.

Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Overprotective Parent?? Slight Mention of Child Abuse (reader being abandoned and malnourished), Nat is 17, Reader is 16 | K

AC: I finally got around to writing this! At first, I was writing it as a drabble but I got carried away and now it’s a full fic lmao! I hope you enjoy! x

You were unpacking your study books from your backpack when your mother knocked on the door, chewing on an apple slice, she smiled softly at you. 

"Who was that you were hugging just now?" She asked in her thick British accent as she leaned against the door frame. Your cheeks felt warm as you turned to face your mother. "Just a friend" you replied. 

You've been dating Natasha for a few months now, it was still rather new and not a lot people knew, just a few friends. Natasha is a year older than you and you weren't too sure how your mothers would react to the small age gap or how they would react to you dating in general. 

"Oh, come on sweetie, I know a friendly hug when I see one and that wasn't one" you Peggy tease as she took a seat at the end of your bed and watched as you set your homework on your desk ready to tackle after an afternoon snack. 

"Were you spying on me?" You asked with a cocked brow. Your mother chuckled, "I'm afraid that noticing things is a huge part of my job that now just comes naturally outside of work. So, come on, who is she?" 

You couldn't help the growing smile that took over your face, you took a seat next to your mother. She was always the one you got along with a little better. You loved Dottie but sometimes you felt she was a little harder to connect with than Peggy. "Her name is Natasha" you answered, blushing more than you wanted to show. 

"Natasha" Peggy repeated, "How about you invite her to dinner tonight, we'll have pizza and a movie. I want to meet this girl who's making you turn redder than tomato" she added. Playfully, you rolled your eyes but agreed to ask her. 

----

When Dottie came home from work, she hugged you tightly as if it would be the last time she would hug you but you didn't think too much of it and asked how her day was. 

"It was, well, work. How was your day?" she replied. She never spoke about her job or what she did. In fact, you never knew what she did for a living, you once asked when you were around six years old, and she told you she as like mommy and helps take the bad guys off the streets, but her job was super-secret and only mommy knew about it. You never asked her about it again after that.

You were only a year old when Peggy found you abandoned in a dark alley way. She took you to the hospital and called child services, she stayed by your side the entire time you were in the hospital. You were malnourished and very underweight for a baby of your age. When the time came for you to be released from hospital and into the care of child services, Peggy couldn't bare somebody else taking care of you and that's how Peggy became your mother. You were two years old when Dottie and Peggy got married and now you have two mothers. 

"Oh you know, school is, well, school" you replied to tease.

"Very funny" Dottie cocked a brow, "why has mom got the dinner table set?" She asked when she noticed the table was set for four instead of three. You sat down on the sofa and picked up the television remote before working up the nerve to tell her who was coming over. "Uhm, well, my girlfriend is joining us for dinner tonight, it was mom's idea" you replied quickly turning the TV on. 

"Girlfriend? Since when?" Dottie frowned. You chewed your bottom lip, "Since four months ago" you kept your eyes on the TV only to be saved by Peggy just before Dottie could ask anymore questions. 

"Honey, your home!" She smiled, placing a kiss on her wife's lips. 

"Who is this girlfriend that is coming over?" Dottie asked before Peggy dragged her into the kitchen. You couldn't hear much but little whispers here and there. You knew that Peggy was telling Dottie not to overreact and that there would be a time when you would bring somebody home to meet them. 

You tried to listen more but a knock at the door made your stomach flutter with nerves as you got up to answer it. Natasha smiled softly in her leather jacket, jeans, and black tee. "I hope I'm not late" she spoke. You shook your head, "early actually, the pizza hasn't arrived yet" you smiled as you invited her in.

"Just a heads up, Peggy is excited to meet you and Dottie, well, I'm not too sure how she feels. She just found out a moment ago that I had a girlfriend" you rambled. Natasha placed a kiss on your cheek, "it'll be okay" she whispered. 

Your mothers came out of the kitchen, Peggy smiled instantly while Dottie's eyes widened. You didn't want to say anything, but it disappointed you that she wasn't even ready to give Natasha a chance to show how amazing she was. 

"You must be Natasha, it's lovely to meet you" Peggy greeted your girlfriend. 

"Y/n didn't mention you were English" Natasha replied, lying of course. 

"Oh, yes. England born and raised" your mother smiled once more, "this is my wife, Dottie. Don't mind her, she's had long day at work" she added as Dottie stepped forward to shake Nat's hand. She noticed the look of worry on your face and for your sake gave the red head a soft smile, "it's lovely to meet you" Dottie said. 

"Thank you both for having me over tonight, it's a pleasure to meet you both" Natasha replied. 

----

You and Natasha sat across from your parents while the four of you chatted and ate pizza, neither one of your mothers were great cooks so you were glad it was take-away night for Natasha's sake. 

"You mentioned you moved to Ohio, where were you before that?" Dottie asked. If looks could kill, Natasha would've been dead the moment your mother laid eyes on her. During the entire dinner you noticed that your mother was very focused on Natasha while Peggy was more laid back and enjoyed your girlfriend's company. 

"I was actually born in Russia and my family moved to Ohio because of my father's work" Natasha replied, keeping strong eye contact with your mother who didn't seem to relax. 

"Well, Y/n didn't mention you were Russian!" Peggy commented with a chuckle as she referenced Natasha's first comment to her earlier in the night. Natasha chuckled, "Russian born and raised, kinda" she replied. Dottie excused herself from the table, using the excuse to use the bathroom but you knew it was just a way for her to leave the room. You followed after her, Peggy taking a deep breath and offered that her and Nat go outside and enjoy some fresh air. 

"What is your problem mom?" You asked, following Dottie into your parent's bedroom. She turned to you and shook her head, "She needs to leave and you're not to see her again. Do you understand me?" she said sternly. You closed the door behind you to prevent Natasha from hearing anything that left your mother's lips. 

"No, I don't understand! You've known her for a few hours, and you haven't even tried to give her a chance!" You snapped. 

"I don't need too; I know this is hard for you to understand but this is for your safety"

"My safety?! Natasha isn't some criminal you and mom need to take off the streets!" You frowned. 

"She's worse that that! She's exactly the type of person I don't want my daughter around!" Dottie snapped; you've never heard this tone from her before. Her eyes were full of worry which took you back, your mother had never looked at you with so much fear before. "What is it mom?" You asked in a calmer tone. Dottie shook her head, "you need to ask her to leave, and you can't see her again, I need you to trust me" she repeated. 

"No, if you want Natasha to leave, you ask her" you replied before leaving the room to join Natasha and Peggy outside. "Everything okay love?" Natasha asked, placing a hand on your hip while she brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "Yeah" you sighed, "can we go get some ice cream or something? I don't want to be here right now" you added. 

"Honey, your mom just needs a little time to get used to that fact you're growing up" Peggy inserted herself. 

"No mom, she didn't even give Natasha a chance and you know it!" You looked over at your mom with tears of frustration filling your eyes. "I think I know what this is about" Natasha replied softly, "let me go talk to her" she added, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"Don't say another word" Dottie's voice made you turn to the back door where she stood. 

"Dottie!" Peggy snapped, "Leave it alone" she added. Your mother's words made you frown, "no, why can't Nat say anything? What is going on?" You demanded answers. 

"I'm not going to lie to her, Dottie, you might but I won't" Natasha looked at your mother before turning to you, "Your mother and I have the same job, it's not even a job. We don't get paid. We're trained at a place called the Red Ro-"

"Natasha!" Dottie interrupted with a stern tone while her eyes burned into Natasha's. "Can I have a word?" She asked. Natasha nodded and followed your mom into the living room while Peggy did her best to keep you from following them. 

"I hoped this day wouldn't come so soon" your mom started. 

"What do you mean mom? Please, can you just tell me what's going on?" you asked with arms crossed over your chest. Peggy sat down on one of the outdoor chairs on the porch, she patted the seat next to her and you took a seat beside her. "Your mom used to work for an organisation called Red Room. I've been working endlessly to try and find the location of this place but it's almost impossible. They take girls, from the street, pay for them and brainwash them. Your mother was trained to kill people…" Your mother went on to explain. 

Tears streamed down your face by the time Peggy had finished explaining everything to you. Now you know everything and the reason why your mother never told you how work was because she's been trying to stay in the organizations good books to get back to head office to give Peggy the location. Natasha is what they call a widow, she's on a mission and being with you was never part of the plan. 

You went inside, not caring about what Nat and your mother were talking about, you walked by Natasha and hugged your mother tightly. She hugged you back just as tight before you let her free and turned to Nat, "so how about that ice cream?" You asked with a soft smile. Natasha read between the lines and nodded, "do you guys want to come?" You asked looking at both your mothers. 

"You know what, ice cream sounds really good right now" Dottie smiled softly, "Natasha, what do you drive?" She asked. 

"A motorcycle" Nat replied. Dottie looked to Peggy then back to Nat, "How about I drive us" she suggested. 

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Exhibitionist Kink with Peggy Carter ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 31st!!! Happy Halloween!! (If you celebrate) 🖤🎃

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, Exhibitionist Kink, eating out, public sex, teasing, pet names, implied future smut, etc.

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“Peg… What—?” You exclaimed in a hushed tone.

The woman had pushed you against her desk in the middle of the office. You had come to pick her up after work.

“Shhhh, Happy Halloween, Darling…” Peggy purred, then smashing her lips into yours.

You wanted to reciprocate so badly but the the high stakes of being so public made you pull away.

“Peg… Not here…” you stressed.

Peggy tilted her head to you and smirked.

“Why not…?” She coyly cooed, dropping to her knees and eyeing up at you mischievously, “Afraid you cannot stay quiet, Darling…?”

You gulped and your eyes widened. The woman was swift to get underneath your flowing skirt, pulling your knickers aside and hungrily attacking her mouth to your core. You fell back on the desk and your mouth dropped open as you tried desperately to stifle the moan that ripped through your body.

Your hands gripped the edge of her desk, your knuckles going white. Peggy’s hands spread your legs for even more access. Her tongue dipped into your slick sex expertly, making you come undone entirely.

And the worst part was that you only came faster at the thrill of being caught.

Fuck, Peggy had been right.

It was so difficult to stay quiet… You had to bite your lip hard. You swore that you had made yourself bleed. But it was so worth it. Peggy was making you see stars. Over and over again.

When she was finally done with you, you were a panting, shaky mess…

“Your turn?” You shakily breathed out.

“Oh no. I want you to hear me scream your name tonight.” Peggy purred, “Let’s go home, Darling.”

You nodded and stumbled off of her desk, making the brunette chuckle.

~~~

Peggy Carter Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[ghostofskywalker]

Here's To A New Year

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,492

Summary: Working the night shift on New Year's Eve isn't really that bad, especially not when it's Peggy you're spending time with.

flower and meaning: mistletoe || love, good luck, healing

Note: this is my december fic for the @yearofcreation2023! i know it's technically 2024, but it's been so fun to write things for this challenge, and i really pushed myself to finally complete the year's collection. this month's flower was mistletoe, and i wanted to play on the meanings of it without necessarily doing something that includes the act of a mistletoe kiss, and i had fun writing this :)

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Peggy Carter Masterlist

No one ever wanted to work the night shift on New Year’s Eve, and you completely understood why. You didn’t work for the police, so there weren’t drunken celebrations to keep track of or traffic safety to worry yourself with, and you didn’t usually have cases that required constant attention at this time of year. You would think that people might try to use the distraction of the holidays to make enacting their diabolical plans easier, but that (thankfully) didn’t happen often. At best, the new year’s eve night shift was spent finalizing case reports, filing a few last minute things, and staring at the clock as you listened for the cheerful shouts at midnight.

Holiday shifts like these were usually traded throughout the year in return for favors and secrets, or they were shouldered by the newest agents hired. There were usually a small group of agents who didn’t celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving, so lately those shifts weren’t bartered back and forth, but this one always was.

You weren’t even supposed to be here in the first place, but Daniel had called you at the last minute and explained that Jenkins had called out sick, and he practically begged for you to fill in. And after negotiating about what you would get in return (which was the next three days off, all fully paid), you finally agreed. But you would have said yes anyway the moment you found out who you would be working with.

And you were pretty sure that Daniel knew that when he asked you.

Although you had never talked about your feelings out loud, you could never deny that you were fascinated with Peggy Carter. Of course the two of you had spent a lot of time together, and since she was the only other female agent in the office she was the one who showed you the ropes of the SSR (and of course, little tricks and ways to make the best of working in this particular situation). You moved out west when Daniel opened up the office in Los Angeles, and you were overjoyed when Peggy moved across the country to work here earlier this year.

You had watched her knock out assailants twice her size without as much as breaking a sweat, and on more than one occasion gotten a little distracted because you were staring at her from across the room. You desperately wanted to tell her how you felt, but a fear of what might happen if she didn’t return your amorous emotions held you back.

You knew that Daniel had probably figured things out about your little crush by now. You knew for sure that his wife had her suspicions, and you wouldn’t have put it past Violet to say something to her husband and try to get him to help you out a little. But you knew that your affections were usually pretty blatant, so you didn’t really blame them.

The door to the office opened and Peggy stepped back into the room, a bag of takeout in her hand and a look on her face you couldn’t quite read. “What’s it like out there?” you asked. This would mark your second new year on the west coast, but it was her first.

“The traffic isn’t as bad as New York this time of year, but it’s somehow still just as infuriating,” she said, returning to where she had been sitting before, which was the desk the two of you had been sharing for the evening.

You laughed. “I’d love to say that gets better, but I really can’t.”

You could see a smile start to form on her face. “It doesn’t in New York either.”

As the two of you unwrapped the food and began to eat, you were the one to break the comfortable silence. “Now that you’ve been here for a little bit, how do you like LA?”

“It’s different than I thought it would be, but I’m happy I moved out here,” she said. “What about you? Have you completely forgotten what it was like to live on the east coast at this point?”

You smiled, pausing before you answered her question. “There are good things and bad things,” you said. “I like the warmer weather, but everything’s too far apart here.”

“I definitely agree,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever driven as much as I have since I left New York.”

“I don’t know if I miss the subway though.”

She scoffed slightly. “I definitely don’t!”

As the conversation moved on to other topics, you could feel the atmosphere in the bullpen get brighter. And for the first time all night, you hadn’t looked at the clock in quite some time.

***

The three hour time difference between New York and LA meant that by the time you had finished eating, you were too late to tune into the more official celebrations (such as the ball dropping in Times Square), but you didn’t really mind.

The slightly tinny-sounding radio that resided in one of storage closets was soon brought out, and you couldn’t help the way your heart lifted as music filled the tiny room. There was nothing else to do, and the two of you would be stuck here for quite some time, so what was the harm in having a little fun? After listening for a little while, you began to dance, at first moving your head to the beat of the music but soon having fully gotten up from your seat.

If there was anyone else in the room besides Peggy, you wouldn’t have let loose so easily, and you certainly wouldn’t have asked her to dance, but you did.

“Oh, I’m not any good at that,” Peggy said. “I think I’d step on your toes.”

“I’m not any good at this either,” you said, holding your hand out. “But it’s New Year’s Eve, let’s have a little fun.”

You didn’t give up, and soon Peggy was gently holding your hand as the two of you twirled through the room. It was not graceful or picturesque by any means, as you almost crashed into the desks on multiple occasions, but it was fun, and that was all that mattered.

An upbeat song ended and a slower one took its place, you paused, but Peggy didn’t show any sign of wanting to sit back down. It was a bit awkward to shift your dance to a slower tempo, but eventually the two of you got there.

She was so much closer to you now, and you could see every detail on her face. To you, every hair out of its usual perfect place was a symbol of the way she had let loose a little bit tonight, and you wanted to bottle this moment just so that you could keep it forever.

You didn’t know who moved first, or when the eye contact got a little more intense, but soon the music from the radio had completely faded into the background. You and Peggy were the only two people in the entire world right now, and you didn’t think anything could make this better than it already was.

Until she leaned in, stopping right before her lips made contact with yours. “May I?” she whispered.

“Please,” was your breathy response, and you didn’t even have time to act embarrassed about your forwardness before she had closed the gap between you.

You had dreamed about kissing Peggy Carter before, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t, but this put every single fantasy you’ve ever had before to absolute shame. You always rolled your eyes when people talked about sparks flying between lovers, but in this moment you were ready to eat every single one of those words. She was utterly perfect, of course her kisses would be immeasurably wonderful as well.

When you finally had to pull away for air, you didn’t know what to say. “Happy new year,” was what came out of your mouth, and it definitely wasn’t your finest moment,.

Peggy looked slightly puzzled. “Is it midnight yet?”

You could not try to backtrack now, even if it was only (your head snapped towards where the clock was hanging) eleven thirty. “It’s midnight somewhere, right?”

Your (not-so) suave line did not have the intended effect. “I don’t know, wouldn’t time zones-”

As she spoke you took a risk, and instead of trying to figure out the right words to say, you just leaned in and kissed her again. Any worry you had about her not reciprocating melted away after the very first moment, because she returned every ounce of passion that you poured into the kiss.

Yeah, there were still quite a few things that needed to be figured out with her, but right now, you were more than happy to just relish in the happiness of the occasion.

All of that other stuff would be next year’s problem anyway.

- the end -

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

Moments Stolen Taste Better

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

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

Words: 3.4K Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a woman! You thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you met Peggy Carter. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You alright?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I still can't forget the sounds you make.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Steve, I-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Peggy Carter x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Edwin Jarvis

Summary: Y/N Jarvis is none other than Edwin Jarvis' little sister. After a long time without seeing each other face to face, Y/N finally takes a vacation to sunny Los Angeles to visit her brother. She might find more than just familial love waiting for her, though, when her brother plays cupid between her and a certain female SSR agent.

Word Count: 1,827

Category: Fluff

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"Eddie!" I cried, dropping my suitcases to the ground and sprinting the short distance across the airport to hug my brother. He caught me, and although he had to take a step backward, he kept us from falling to the floor. "It's so good to see you!"

"It's wonderful to see you too, Y/N," he said, squeezing me tight. We stayed like that for a long time, reveling in finally seeing each other in person again. After years apart and one excruciatingly long flight from London, the Jarvis siblings were finally back together again.

Once we finally broke apart, I wasted no time turning to my brother's wonderful wife Ana and wrapping her in a tight hug as well.

"We're so happy you could finally come and visit us," she said, hugging me back just as tightly as I hugged her.

"Believe me, so am I."

We shared a smile as we pulled apart. I turned to find my brother had already grabbed both my bags from where I'd left them discarded on the floor.

"Shall we go then?" he asked. I grinned.

"We shall."

I linked arms with Edwin and Ana, and the three of us strode out of the airport together.

"So, exactly what do you have planned for us this week?" I asked. "This is my first time in Los Angeles, after all. I want it to be memorable."

"Don't worry, it most certainly will be," Edwin replied. "You're going to have an absolutely wonderful time."

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My brother hadn't been lying when he'd promised me a wonderful time. We drove back to his house, which stood on the property of Howard Stark's LA mansion, in a gorgeous convertible with the top down. We spent the first day at the beach, and the second day touring the city and seeing things I'd only ever seen on postcards. For my third day in the states, Stark let us visit his real-life movie set to see how it worked. By the time I joined my family at the table for breakfast on my fourth day of vacation, I never wanted to leave.

"So, Eddie," I started, kicking back as I munched on a piece of toast. "What's on the agenda for today."

Edwin scowled at me, and I just grinned back. He'd never liked that nickname, and he'd let it slide for the first few days I was here. Clearly, he'd gotten tired of it.

"Really, Y/N-"

"Hello!"

My brother had to cut his threat short at the sound of a woman's voice calling from the front entry. A second later, an absolutely gorgeous woman in a pink top and a dark green skirt breezed into the room, sunglasses and a smile on her face.

"Ms. Carter! Good morning!" said Eddie, perking up immediately.

"Good morning to you Mr. Jarvis, and Ana. And... who are you?"

I smiled, trying to control my rapid heartbeat as I reached out to shake her hand. "Y/N Jarvis. In LA for the first time to visit my brother."

"Oh! That's wonderful! I'm Peggy Carter, I'm an agent of the SSR and a friend of your brother's."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

Peggy and I continued smiling at each other for a minute, before she cleared her throat and sat down. I tried not to stare at her, but I knew I wasn't succeeding. She was just so pretty.

"So, what have you all been up to since Y/N got to town?" asked Peggy.

"Oh, we've been going around and showing her the sights." My brother sounded a bit strange, so I tore my eyes away from Peggy to look at him. He stared back at me with a knowing expression on his face, and I shot him a glare that clearly said don't bring it up.

"Well that's awfully vague," teased Peggy. "What sights are those?"

"To tell you the truth, we haven't seen all that much beyond the beach, tourist traps, and Mr. Stark's movie set," said Edwin, turning back to Peggy with a new determination. "And Ana and I are so busy today, I'm afraid we won't be able to do much to change that. Although... Miss Carter, if you're not too busy, perhaps you wouldn't mind showing her around?"

I whirled on my brother, but before I could give him a hard, swift kick under the table, Peggy responded.

"I would love to," she said. I turned back to her, and she gave me a big smile. My heart stopped.

"Wonderful! Then it's all settled," said Edwin. "I suppose we'll see you two whenever you get back from your adventure."

He nodded to me and Peggy, then he and Ana stood and started heading for the door. Ana waved, and at the last second, Edwin turned and shot me a wink before he disappeared from the room. I honestly wasn't sure whether to kill him or hug him.

"So... anything in particular you were hoping to see today?"

I turned back to Peggy and found her watching me, a smile on her face. I took a deep breath to steel myself, then slowly, let a grin spread on my own face.

"Seeing as this is my first time in the country, I think I'll trust my resident expert. You pick the place and I'll follow."

Peggy's answering grin only made my heart race faster.

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Within just a few hours, I knew I owed my brother big time for setting this up. Peggy took me all throughout downtown LA, seeing the sites and trying all the best, hole-in-the-wall restaurants and cafés that only a local could find. We ran absolutely wild, laughing and tearing up the city together every step of the way.

Over the course of our day of adventure, my slight crush on Peggy Carter had ballooned into the worst crush I'd ever had. She was incredible, and even though I'd come here to spend time with Eddie and Ana, I never wanted to stop spending time with Peggy.

"Alright, how do you feel about one last adventure?" asked Peggy, turning to look at me from behind the driver's seat. We'd just left a gorgeous, almost-deserted beach after watching the sun sink into the ocean, and now we were sitting in the car.

"I say let's do it," I replied with a grin. Peggy smiled right back, and butterflies erupted in my stomach.

"Good. Then buckle up."

I did as she said as she pulled onto the road, navigating through the darkening city with expert precision. Eventually, we left the city lights behind and started working our way up a winding road into the mountains, where we could see the city lights sparkling below us.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked, staring at the beautiful sight outside the window.

"Have you ever heard of the Griffith Observatory?"

"Can't say that I have..."

"Well, it's just about the most spectacular view of the city you can get. As far as I'm concerned, it's just about the only tourist destination worth stopping at."

I smiled as the car pulled up to a big white building with a few green domed roofs. Peggy came to a stop and parked right outside, and then we both stepped out of the car.

"Follow me," said Peggy with a wicked grin as she spun on her heel and headed for the edge of the mountain. I did, and as we approached the railing the city came into clearer and clearer view.

"Peggy... this is incredible," I breathed. I walked the last few steps past her and leaned against the railing, taking in the gorgeous sight before me. When I'd first bought my plane ticket to visit my brother, I'd had no idea just how much I'd love it here.

"Isn't it? It's one of my favorite views in the city."

We stayed like that for a few more beats, and then I gathered my courage and turned to Peggy. She was already looking at me, a soft smile on her face.

"Thank you for showing me everything today," I said softly. "I... I've really enjoyed spending the day with you."

"So have I. I'm very glad I got to meet you, and spend some time with you."

"I'd... like to spend more time with you." I met Peggy's eyes as she raised an eyebrow in question. My heart hammered in my chest, but I forced myself to stay the course. I'd never felt like this about anyone before. "You're literally the coolest, prettiest, most amazing person I've ever met in my life."

Peggy blushed, but she didn't look away. "That's very sweet. You're... well, let's just say I haven't felt this way about someone in a... long time."

I smiled and took a step closer to Peggy. She didn't step away.

"It might be a bit premature for me to say this, but... I don't think I've ever felt about someone the way I feel about you."

Peggy's eyes glanced down to my lips, and before I could so much as lean forward, she wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Our lips crashed into each others' as I wrapped my arms around her neck, and we deepened the kiss. My heart felt like it was about to explode in my chest, but damn it, at least I'd die happy if it gave.

Finally, Peggy and I broke apart, breathless. A smile immediately spread across my face, and then a matching one grew on Peggy's as we locked eyes.

"That was... amazing," I breathed. Our arms were still wrapped around each other, and I had no intention of letting go.

"Yes, it was. Although I'm suddenly a bit concerned that Mr. Jarvis might have an issue with me kissing his sister."

I scoffed. "Please. You think he was really busy today? He made all that up because he wanted to set me up with you. I almost killed him for it at breakfast, but now I might have to get him a thank you gift."

Peggy laughed. "Well then, I won't worry about it. And I also won't worry about spending a bit more time up here before we go back."

"Good."

With that, I leaned back in and kissed Peggy again, this time softer and sweeter. We lingered at the top of the mountain for a lot longer than we'd planned to, enjoying each other's company and taking in the sights. Despite how irritating I found him at times, Eddie's plan had worked even better than either of us could've imagined.

My vacation to the states was only supposed to last for a few weeks. But with each passing day, I started to seriously consider whether or not I ever wanted to go back.

A life with my brother, Ana, and Peggy Carter sounded like a deal too good to pass up.

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Doctor Strange Supreme

Okay, so let’s talk about Doctor Strange Supreme from “What if?”. He really had a good start with his story, becoming Master of the Mystic Arts after losing Christine Palmer instead of losing the usage of his hands. (Since Christine is more important to him than his career in that universe). We all know how episode 4 from season 1 went, where he absorbed various interdimensional beings in order to attain enough power to alter the past and resurrect her. He succeeded even if others tried to warn him of the consequences and as soon as he resurrected Christine, the universe was falling on itself.

(Mind you, he managed to delay the collapsing universe with his powers for some good minutes. He even created a pocket dimension. 💀)

He realized his mistakes (even if it was too late) and more consequently, he regrets his actions.

“The world shouldn’t pay for my arrogance.”

“Punish me. Not the world. Not Christine.”

He has been left alone in that void for God knows how long and while he could have gotten out, he didn’t. He stayed there, making the pocket dimension his own prison. (Probably thinking of every single mistake he had done.)

Now let’s talk about episode 9 from season 1, where he literally went toe to toe with Infinity Ultron. (When the Watcher tried to fight him, he was literally losing but Doctor Strange Supreme managed to hold his ground and literally defeat Infinity Ultron).

But what I really want to talk about is when Killmonger tried to persuade Stephen into taking the infinity stones so that he could remake his universe and have Christine back. He could have easily taken them and just make his wish.

But he didn’t. He accepted his ‘punishment’ to guard the pocket dimension he made for Infinity Ultron and Killmonger, stating that it wasn’t really a punishment since he didn’t have to lose anything anymore. (He called the Watcher a friend too😭). But basically what I’m trying to get to, he said that he moved on. He had his redemption arc.

Now we’re back with episode 9 from season 2. Like what the actual hell. Why would he go through all that trouble when he could have gotten the infinity stones in the first place like..make it make sense. And don’t get me started on Peggy Carter and Kahhori. How did they even defeat Doctor Strange Supreme (what in the plot armour was this) like come on? Stephen fought Infinity Ultron and didn’t lose, but lost to Peggy Carter when she had the stones? She even punched him while he was in his monster form. 🙃

Yeah and about Kahhori. She is powerful but not that powerful.

To be honest, they should have left him have that ending from the season 1 finale if they didn’t have ideas for him anymore. Not literally make him the villain and kill him off.💀💀

But that’s Marvel for all of you.