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[lovelyirony]

Hey!! Can I have some Sharon&Tony fam moments, specifically because Peggy invited Sharon and her gf Nat to dinner and Tony came bc reasons. I just wanna see the dynamics between Sharon, Tony and Peggy. Thanks either way also the anon who hates your writing,,, has really bad taste lmao

i’m very interested in this prompt! thanks for sending it in, and thank you for the nice compliment! 

Sharon had been dating Nat for all of six months when she suddenly got a call from Peggy. 

“Bring your girlfriend to dinner,” she said. “We’re having Italian, Tony’s cooking. I’ll see you at seven.” 

And that’s the entire phone call. Peggy had never much cared for phone calls, and only makes them to announce what she needs/wants, what the goal for the day is, and then hangs up. 

Sharon hasn’t even had dinner with her parents to introduce Natasha. 

(They know about her, but her mother is insisting on calling them “close friends.” Her father just straight-up wants to know if Natasha can golf, and whether or not she can beat his enemy golfer, Richard. Also, if she can hold her liquor. He’s not going to be meeting her for a while.) 

So this is a bit nerve-wracking for both parties. 

Sharon because she’s not entirely sure what Peggy is going to be doing, or why Tony is cooking. Aunt Angie is usually the one who takes over the kitchen and creates such beautifully-tasting meals that it would make the Pope cry. 

(Angie actually brags about this to the picture of John Paul II that she’s hung up on the fridge as a joke.) 

Natasha, however, is terrified that she’s going to be put six feet under for even looking at Sharon. 

It’s not a well-kept secret that Peggy is one of the most terrifying agents for a reason. 

- 

This does not translate when Natasha is at the front door with her girlfriend and Agent Carter answers the door in a very-obviously-handmade sweater with a teddy bear holding a bouquet of flowers knitted on the front. 

“Your Aunt Angie is having fun out of ‘retirement’,” Peggy says, using air quotes. “I think you may be getting cross-stitched Christmas stockings by the end of November.” 

Sharon grins, going in for a hug. 

“Hey, Aunt Peg. Thanks for dinner tonight.” 

“Don’t thank that old bat, thank me instead!” Tony yells from the kitchen. His apron has flaming skulls with crossbones lovingly hand-painted. “Look what Angie made!” 

“Very creative,” Natasha says, raising her eyebrows. 

“I’m getting into AC/DC,” Angie says,entering the kitchen. “I think they’re neat!” 

“Neat,” Sharon responds, shrugging. “Tony, you never cease to amaze me.” 

“Trip told me that I couldn’t convince her to like rock music,” Tony teases. His attention refocuses on Natasha. “Natasha Romanoff, nice to finally meet you. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” 

Sharon’s eyebrows raise. 

“You’ve seen her before? Nat, what’d you do?” 

“Classified, darling,” Peggy says with a wink. (In reality, not that classified: Natasha just had an extra assignment to check in on Peggy’s favorite nephew.) 

- 

They all sit down in the family room, Sharon sinking into the couch. Natasha is trying to remain as prim and proper as she can, at least until Tony laughs. 

“Nat, it’s fine. Peggy won’t kill you in the house. Too much clean-up.” 

That actually does relax her. 

Peggy smiles fondly. 

“So, how did you two meet?” She asks. 

- 

The actual story: Sharon wasn’t supposed to go on a mission. But she fell asleep in the car that was used to transport Natasha to the venue, and ended up being a help. 

Natasha was entertained by this woman who had slept in the car, thinking that she’d be up in twenty minutes, but was not. 

- 

“We met by chance in the office,” Sharon says. “She asked me for coffee, I accidentally got the location wrong. We walked to meet in the middle and instead got the best dinner I’ve ever had.” 

Natasha grins. 

Peggy and Angie smile. 

“Sharon, you are still so bad at lying,” Angie remarks in a ‘how-cute-is-that’ tone. “You get it from Peggy.” 

Peggy looks affronted. 

“I’m not that bad at lying.” 

“Neither am I!” Sharon defends. 

Tony and Angie share a look. 

“Yes you are,” they say in sync. 

“You always move your legs when you lie,” Tony says. “Just an observation.” 

Natasha laughs. 

She tells them the story. 

Peggy cackles. As it turns out, she had done the same thing in one of Howard’s cars once. 

- 

As they sit down to dinner, Natasha feels comfortable talking with her aunts and her cousin, and they laugh together. 

“We’ll have to do this again,” Tony says, fondly. 

“And this time, you invite Rhodey,” Sharon says. 

“Oh come on,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “He’s just a friend. I’m fairly sure he’s just a really comfortable straight guy.” 

“Oh sure, he’s a really comfortable straight guy who stares twenty-four/seven at your ass,” Natasha mutters under her breath as they wave goodbye to Angie and Peggy. 

“He does not,” Tony hisses. 

“He does. I’m scared of that,” Sharon says. “So go cook him dinner and then ask if he wants to get ice cream and then maybe ask him out. He’ll probably say yes.” 

“No he won’t.” 

“You’re stupid,” Natasha says. “I don’t care if you just revolutionized green technology for the second time in a year, you’re still the stupidest person I’ve ever met.” 

Tony huffs, but gets into his car. He rolls down the window to flip them off. Sharon responds in kind, and Natasha blows a kiss. 

They giggle together as his tail lights jet away into the dark of the night sky, and they’re left alone. The porch light is illuminating Natasha’s face, showing how striking her green eyes really are. 

Sharon gives her a cheek-kiss. 

“Let’s go home.” 

[huesofocean]

Imagine your otp

Person A and Person B gets in the car

Person A on driver seat: *takes seat back doesn’t starts engine and waits*

Person B: babe we’re not doing this right now

Person A: I’m not moving car until we do it

Person B: I’m getting late please

Person A: I know you wanna do it you’re too stubborn to admit

Person B: *sighs*

Person B: *moves to driver seat on top of Person A and kisses them*

[captainjimothycarter]

Kinktober 2020 update:

3 Free spots are still open!!

12 kinks available https://archiveofourown.org/works/25834042 First come, first serve! Either you can send me an anon question about what you want [make sure to be detailed as possible], comment on the fic, or DM me. :)

[asterlark]

#femslashfeb2019 day 4: café | peggy/angie

“take care of yourself, angie.” “you too, english.”

a diner is basically a café right?? anyway i miss these vintage gays a lot

[salmonypink]

MCU Fic - A Glass Full Of Bubbles (Peggy/Angie, NC-17)

Title: A Glass Full Of Bubbles Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairing: Peggy/Angie Rating: NC-17 Words: 942 Notes: Set after Agent Carter Season One. For Femslash Friday, and Porn Battle, prompts “bubble bath, champagne”. Summary: Champagne and bubble bath and Angie beside her. What more could Peggy need?

LJ | DW | AO3

[valdomarx]

"not a cuddler",,, yeah right. "Good friend and companion",,,, hmMM LIKE YOU AND POTTS, STEVENS???

don’t call him out like this, he’s A Very Serious Professional and professionals Do Not Cuddle

[ao3feed-cartinelli]

What If... Captain Carter Joined The Avengers?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3qyjYp9

by xceru

[TESSERACT GLOWS. PORTAL OPENS. CAPTAIN CARTER AND SOME MUTILATED TENTACLES POP OUT. SHE HOLDS A SWORD AND A SHIELD.]

NICK FURY: Ma’am, please, put down the sword. CAPTAIN CARTER: [DOESN'T] CLINT BARTON: Uh, sir? That’s Captain Carter. CAPTAIN CARTER: [LOOKS AROUND.] Where’s Steve Rogers? NICK FURY: The war ended almost 70 years ago. CAPTAIN CARTER: [APPEARS SHOCKED, THEN SAD.] NICK FURY : You going to be okay? CAPTAIN CARTER: Of course. We won the war.

Words: 2239, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Agent Carter (TV), What If...? (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Other

Characters: Peggy Carter, Captain Carter, Angie Martinelli, Nick Fury, Clint Barton, Wilson Fisk, James Wesley, Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s01e01 What If... Captain Carter Were The First Avenger?, Captain Peggy Carter/Modern Angie Martinelli || Shrunkyclunks but peggyangie, 2010s, Pre-Avengers (2012), Waitress Angie Martinelli, Bisexual Peggy Carter, Lesbian Angie Martinelli, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Not Agent Carter (TV) Compliant, Broadway Star Angie Martinelli, (aspiring), Battle of New York (Marvel)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3qyjYp9

[rorysgilmores]

@christmascap tagged me to list my otps and notps!! thank you so much lauren <3 + i mean no offense to anyone who ships the /non-harmful/ pairings on my notp list; they’re not my thing, but i’ll definitely respect it if they’re yours :)

otps:

stevebucky (marvel) - are you surprised... i’ve been a casual fan for ages,  but i didn’t get wholly invested until october; now i’m obsessed with them & they’re my favourite ship, within the mcu & outside it!

jjpope (obx) - i have an unfortunate addiction to this show and i love both jj & pope an inordinate amount, almost as much as they love each other <3

cartinelli (marvel) -  i like peggysous, but i love peggyangie infinitely (i’m so glad that arwen introduced me to ac lmao). while s2 is lacking in cartinelli content, s1 had so many moments that made me fall in love with them; it hasn’t been long since i discovered this pairing but i have so much appreciation for it now! 

(other ships include natsharon, danbeau, blackhill, peraltiago, sarahkie, spideychelle, trobed, firstprince, & cheleanor!) 

notps:

st*rker (marvel) - self-explanatory. if you ship this, please hard-block me.

buckynat (marvel) - yeah so. comic buckynat is a neutral topic for me but mcu buckynat..... the logistics of that are incredibly dicey and make me v uncomfortable also i hc bucky as gay so it doesn’t add up in my head

stevetony (marvel) - i love steve whereas i’m not a huge fan of tony & whenever i see them anywhere near each other i get overly protective.... get my baby away from that man.... nothing against tony but i view them solely as colleagues because to me it doesn’t even make sense that they’re even friends based on what occurs in the movies

jonathan/nancy (stranger things) - i can’t explain this one jonathan just gives me uncomfy vibes... nancy is my baby and i have an urge to protect her 

jj/kie and pope/kie (obx) - no. 

eleanor shellstrop/michael (tgp) - where did this come from i’m... it feels very weird and unnatural to me and i love cheleanor too much for this to be comfortable

steggy (marvel) - i’ve talked about this enough that i’m sure everyone who follows me understands my feelings on this topic but needless to say i cannot stand them (despite adoring both steve and peggy) and marvel is forever indebted to me for forcing me to endure that horrific endgame scene <3

tagging: @yumings @danielsousa @benoitblanc @anakinskyiwalker @steveswhitewolf @godfreysroman @dinidjarin and anyone else who’d like to do it <3 

[mopeytropey]

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Tagged by @dreamsaremywords (thanks!) 

Author name: mopeytropey

Sites: AO3

Fandoms: mopey writes for Clexa exclusively, though my previous pseudonym was heavy into Skins and dabbled very briefly in the Agent Carter PeggyAngie fandom

Number of fics & total word count: 8 fics; 244,116 words

Your most popular work and why you think it is: Well, ‘a pleasant undoing’ has been the most well received by leaps and bounds. I can’t really say why, specifically, that story resonates with so many people. Who knew Clexa fandom played host to so many international beer nerds?? apu was always meant to be an honest, feel-good story about two idiots falling in love. As an author, reading and writing within the apu-verse just makes me feel good. The characters and their relationship dynamics, the idyllic backdrop of a quaint, New England seaport, not to mention the regional food and beer--it’s comforting. I’m beyond happy that it has also struck a chord with other people :) 

Your top 3 personal favorites of your own works: 

In terms of accomplishment, the writer in me is most proud of the canon series I wrote (when my heart is at war/you are in my head). It was a huge undertaking for me, and I constantly doubted that I was up to task. The fact that I actually attempted it, let alone feel (relatively) good about the end result, is a fucking miracle.

In terms of being a massive, unapologetic romantic, I’m obviously drawn to something like ‘a pleasant undoing.’ The series is fun and sentimental and I get to live out certain aspects of it in my real life. I’ve always said that writing in the apu-verse is an entirely selfish gesture and the fact that anyone else reads these stories, and actually enjoys them to the extent that I do, is again, a fucking miracle. 

Your fic rating count: M--3; T--4; G--1  

Your top five tags most used in your fics: countless variations on pure fluff, slow burn, slow build, friends to lovers

A ship you’d love to write for but never have: I am currently in such a massive spiral of Catradora and spop fandom feeeeeeeels, that of course my brain and a certain fandom friend who shall remain nameless has pushed me in that direction, though I highly doubt it will ever result in anything actually written/published

Three fic recs:

I probably always recommend the same goddamn fics, so I apologize for the repetition. 

what the ground grows --cold makerel (Clexa, canon)

Bloom --RaspberryTree (Clexa, modern AU)

Little Earthquakes --nosuchanimal (Clexa, modern AU)

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[ramesees]

PeggyAngie swing dancing

@the-bowerbird im going to @ u in literally all of these fyi

The dance hall was packed, as it usually is on a Saturday evening, but it’s been ages since the last time Peggy can remember going the hall on her own time as opposed to the SSR’s time or or worse, Stark’s time.

They danced well into the night, stopping occasionally for drinks or to embarrass some brute of a man who’d been drooling at them from afar.  By the time the dance hall cleared out, Peggy felt lighter than she had in years - well before Steve died.

“This has been wonderful, Angie,” She said, walking into the cold, crisp night air.  “Thank you.”

“Anytime, English.  I never would’a guessed you’d be such a ducky shincracker on the dance floor!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You know,” Angie smiled slyly and held her hand out, painted nails glowing in the dim light of a street lamp.  “A good dancer.”

“Ah,” Peggy clasped it and returned the expression.  “Well then.  You’re not such a bad ducky shincracker yourself.”

“That ain’t how you use it, Peg.”

[literaryoblivion]

Wow I really love your writing and I was wondering if you would ever consider writing modern au cartinelli it's okay if you don't though!

You are very sweet, thank you! Also, again, sorry this took forever, and also also I’ve never written this pairing, so please go easy on me. Also also also, Angie is coming back soon!!! :D

Peggy sags with a sigh into the booth, her feet tired and sore. She almost puts her head on the table, but she resists, just barely.

“Long day, English?”

Even though the answer to the question is a resounding yes, which should give her the right to frown and pout and sigh, the sound of the familiar voice brings a smile to her face.

“Hey, Angie. And yes. Some times I feel like it’s still the 40′s and I’m expected to answer phones and take notes during meetings.”

“Hon, I completely understand. Men are awful. Just the other day, this guy waltzed in here and would not leave me alone. He even had the nerve to touch my ass. I was about to smack him in the head for it, but my boss walked by, and you know how much I need this job. So I didn’t do anything. I spit in his food though.”

Peggy doesn’t know whether to laugh at Angie’s last comment or get angry on her behalf and know exactly who this man is so she can track him down and smack him herself, and perhaps make it impossible to reproduce. She laughs though, and makes a note to ask Angie details about the man later. Peggy is great at finding people, of course the Internet makes that easy.

“I’m sure he deserved much worse than a smack in the head or saliva in his food. If he comes in again, tell me, and I’ll take care of him.”

Angie smiles and shakes her shoulders as if she’s shivering. “Ohhh, Pegs, hearing you being all badass and commanding gives me chills.” 

There’s a loud clearing of a throat a few feet behind them, and Angie rolls her eyes. “Anyway, usual today?” Angie asks.

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, English. I’ll bring it right out.” Angie gives Peggy a wink and disappears into the kitchen.

Peggy finds herself watching Angie as she walks away, completely mesmerized and taken with her. She has for a while, which is why she has a “usual” order. If Peggy were as badass as Angie claims, she would have asked Angie out ages ago. But, she never can bring herself to do it. Too nervous, scared, worried she shouldn’t ask while Angie is at work… but Angie is always at work, and it’s the only place Peggy ever sees her.

The least Peggy could do is ask for her number, but the same reasons to not ask her out come to mind. 

~

When Angie comes to bring Peggy her food, she also sets down a bottle of opened beer next to the plate.

“What’s this?” Peggy asks, looking up at Angie, who despite the hours she spends on her feet in an apron, still manages to look beautiful and happy.

“Come on, English, I thought you were smart with your fancy marketing degree. It’s a beer, what’s it look like?”

Peggy shakes her head, a fond smile on her face. “I know what it is, why are you bringing it out?”

Angie shrugs, “It looked like you could use a drink.”

“I really shouldn’t.”

“Why not? It’s Friday. Besides, it’s on the house. And it’s open so I can’t take it back,” Angie says with a wide grin.

“Fine. Alright. If you insist.”

“I do.” Angie gives her a small nod and smile and leaves again, only to return ten minutes later, her own beer and plate of food in hand. She sets them both down on the table in front of Peggy and slides into the booth across from Peggy.

“Alright if I join you?” Angie asks.

“Of course. You’re always welcome. Are you on break?”

“Nah, my shift ended, but I figured I’d eat with you before I head home.”

Peggy smiles at lets her hopes get up a little bit. Angie is officially off the clock, now might be her chance.

~

They talk while they eat and drink. Angie tells her about how she’s thought about being a waitress at that dinner where they all have to sing and dance on the tables because she’s heard some people have made their breaks that way, and Peggy assures her she could make her break some other way surely because she’s heard the food at that diner is awful.

Before long, there’s definitely more than two empty beer bottles on the table, and suddenly Peggy finds herself pressed against Angie’s side when Angie moves to her side of the booth to show her a picture on her phone. It’s warm and pleasant, and maybe it’s the beers, but Peggy finds herself asking what she’d been meaning to ask for months.

“It’s rather late, Angie. Your coworker keeps giving us the stink-eye,” she says nodding towards one of the waitresses.

Angie shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t care. Although, this booth is not that comfortable.”

“Would you... would you rather go somewhere else?”

Angie turns her head to face Peggy, their faces closer than Peggy had realized, but neither of them are pulling away. “Like where?” Angie asks, eyes innocent.

“Well, we could... I don’t know if you’d want to... I mean if you’d rather go home, thats fine, but--”

“Out with it, English!”

“You could come home with me?” Peggy blurts out.

Angie smiles. “Yeah? What would we do when we get there?” Her eyes still portray an air of innocence, but Peggy can tell they are anything but.

“We could talk... or do something else?”

“I might like the something else... maybe something like this?” 

After she says it, she leans further into Peggy’s space, and Peggy unconsciously holds her breath as Angie gets closer. When Angie finally presses her lips to Peggy’s, Peggy lets out a tiny gasp before quickly kissing back. Their lips move against each other, and there’s only a little bit of tongue before Angie pulls back with a grin.

“I quite like that something,” Peggy says, surprised at how breathless she sounds for how quick their kiss was.

“Good. Come on,” Angie says, sliding out of the seat and pulling on Peggy’s hand to follow her. “We’ll catch a cab.” Peggy willingly goes, her lips curling up in a smile.

They stop at the counter, and Angie turns to Peggy. “You don’t have plans tomorrow, do you?”

“No, not really.”

Angie nods, pleased. “Hey, Mel, I’m taking tomorrow off!” She shouts in the direction of the kitchen. There’s a grunt of acknowledgment, and then Angie is dragging Peggy outside to hail a cab.

“Why’d you take off for tomorrow?” Peggy asks, slightly confused but also a little excited at how things are progressing so far.

“I’ve been into you for months, Pegs, and I’m planning on spending all day in bed with you tomorrow. If that’s all right with you, of course?”

Peggy blushes and nods. “More than, actually.”

Angie smiles and pecks Peggy on the lips just as a cab pulls up to them. “Come on then, English. We’re wasting time.” She takes Peggy’s hand and opens the cab door for them both to climb into.

And maybe Peggy tips the driver more than necessary for ignoring them making out like teenagers.

[mcttmurdork-blog]

Okay imagine Peggy and Angie sharing secret kisses by hiding behind their menus at restaurants and cafés

[breha]

come make your home in my heart

to: @leah-khaleesi for the mcu femslash holiday gift exchange

from: @mutantwanda

description: peggy/angie, christmas fic, 1336 words, bittersweet fluff (?) 

The first snow of 1947 is silent and heavy, with flakes that clump and sparkle in the glow of the streetlamps. Peggy’s shoes are already soaked through as she crosses 34th street, and she has to put the package she’s carrying under her coat to keep it from getting wet. Still, she can’t help stopping for a moment to watch the snow drift past the light of the store windows. Her reflection looks less tired than it has in ages, even if her curls are going a bit limp. She smiles at the square lump of the package underneath her coat.

When she was a child, Peggy always loved the snow. She and her brother would drag their sleds to the park and race each other down the hill until their ears were numb. Afterwards, Dad would make them hot cocoa while he listened to the news on the radio. Peggy remembers the sting of her fingers warming up, the thick chocolate smell filling the kitchen, and the way her mother would always lead them in Christmas carols while they waited. She’d sing “Up On The Housetop,” but she’d change the line, “all for the children’s Christmas joys” to be about Peggy and Alan’s Christmas joys. It gave Peggy the impression that the song had been written just for them.

Now, snow reminds Peggy of other things: Austria in January, the mountains rising postcard-perfect in the distance as she reloads her pistol. Morita with blood in his teeth. A new year rung in with drills and maps and too many cigarettes. Steve, gone quiet and angry.

Peggy blinks to clear away the snowflakes that have landed on her eyelashes. Angie’s rehearsal ends at 9:00, so Peggy will have to hurry if she wants to be the first one back.

She gets to Howard’s mansion (home, she reminds herself, our home) a few minutes before Angie is due to arrive. The room Angie has decided is the parlor has a fire roaring behind the grate - Jarvis must have dropped by while she was out, though whether he tidied up and lit the fire as a favor or out of pure fussiness is anybody’s guess. Peggy eases off her shoes and pours herself some cognac, setting Angie’s gift down on the coffee table. She wrinkles her nose at it. At the store, it had seemed like such a good idea, perfect even, but now that she’s home it feels a little silly. There’s still time to change her mind, if she wants. Christmas isn’t for another few days. But there’s work to do at the SSR, and she should take the time to write to Alan before Christmas Eve. These days, she avoids writing to him, which makes her feel guilty, but what is she to do? It’s not easy to deflect a brother’s curiosity forever, but telling him what she really does isn’t an option. Even Peggy knows not to bend the rules where that’s concerned.

Well, except with Angie.

As if on cue, Peggy hears the door open, followed by the sound of Angie stomping snow off her shoes in the foyer. She’s already in the middle of telling a story by the time she gets to where Peggy is sitting. Peggy tucks her stockinged feet underneath her and waits for Angie to finish.

“- and so Charlotte tells me she thinks Edie’s going to push her off the stage so she’ll break something and Edie’ll get to take her place, right? So I say, ‘you ain’t Dorothy Brock, honey,’ without really meaning for her to hear, but she does, and she starts fuming. Glares at me the whole evening. I shouldn’t have said it, but it was worth it because she’s so mean to Edie all the time and nobody ever says anything. Still, you may have to use your spy skills to investigate my murder pretty soon. Anyway. Hello.” Angie smiles brightly and plops down next to Peggy on the sofa.

“As unpleasant as Charlotte Dupree evidently is, I doubt she will resort to foul play,” Peggy says.

Angie snorts. “You haven’t seen her yell at the costume mistress.” They both laugh. Angie lays her head on Peggy’s shoulder, and Peggy reaches up to put an arm around hers. They would be the picturesque image of a couple sitting by the fire, if they were a man and a woman. Peggy finds her fingers lightly stroking the fabric of Angie’s sleeve.

“Hello,” Peggy murmurs. “I missed you today.”

Angie leans up and kisses Peggy on the cheek. Peggy turns her head and presses their mouths together, and for a minute, there’s only her lips on Angie’s and her hand on Angie’s knee. Somehow, Angie ends up on Peggy’s lap, and they both start laughing into each other’s mouths. This is still new, a thrill Peggy hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling anymore until suddenly she was in the middle of feeling it. The idea of leaving - well, the decision isn’t final. Maybe they won’t transfer Peggy to Los Angeles after all. She hasn’t told Angie about the possibility yet, and maybe she won’t have to. Or maybe - no. She couldn’t ask Angie to uproot her entire life just to follow Peggy to California.

“Who’s this for?” Angie asks. She’s noticed the package sitting on the coffee table. It’s small, only about the size of Angie’s fist.

“Oh, that’s for you, actually,” Peggy says. “I didn’t want to wait until Christmas.”

Angie reaches out for the box, then makes a face, somewhere between concern and embarrassment.

“I haven’t gotten you anything yet.”

Peggy smiles and shakes her head. “Just open it. I’m sorry it’s not nicely wrapped.”

She tries to ignore the flip in her stomach as Angie pulls off the lid of the box. Angie pulls out the tissue paper, then lifts the necklace out of the box by the chain. It’s a silver circle about the size of a quarter, with a willow tree carved inside.

“Oh, Peg, this is beautiful,” Angie murmurs. Peggy reaches under her collar and pulls out her own necklace.

“I have one that matches,” she explains. “So - I suppose, wherever we are, we can have something of each other.”

Angie’s eyes narrow. “You going somewhere, English?”

Peggy doesn’t answer, but holds out her hand for the necklace. She moves Angie’s hair aside and fastens the clasp before lightly kissing Angie’s hair. They sit for a moment, back to front, Peggy’s chin on the top of Angie’s head.

“C’mon, let’s have some music,” Angie says suddenly, getting up.

She goes to the cabinet and picks a record out of the stack. Peggy watches her place the needle and start to gently sway to the music when it starts.

“Come dance with me,” Angie says. She holds out her hand.

We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on your -

“You alright?” Angie asks.

Peggy smiles tightly. “It’s been a long time since I danced.” Angie looks - well, she looks like a dream, with her hand outstretched and Peggy’s necklace resting against her chest.

“No time like the present to start again,” Angie insists. Peggy rolls her eyes but finds herself getting up and resting her hand on the small of Angie’s back. Angie grins at her. They drift around the room, no one in particular leading, while Angie sings along with Art Lund’s voice.

“Peg ‘o my heart, I love you,” she sings. “Don’t let us part, I love you.”

Peggy laughs. “Angie - ”

“Since I heard your lilting laughter, it’s your English heart I’m after.”

“I can hear that the line is ‘Irish heart,’ Angie,” Peggy argues.

“Shut up,” Angie says, sticking out her tongue. They laugh and spin around the room as snow drifts soundlessly past the window. Maybe tomorrow, Peggy will find out she’ll be leaving for a new life three thousand miles away, but for now, it’s winter, there’s a fire in the grate, and Angie Martinelli is singing just for her.