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singswan-springswan · 2 years

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Mama mia, here I go again!

It was a woeful day for the New York Bell Company. Not for any particularly disastrous reason, really, but Peggy was on sick leave. Which meant no one was taking lunch orders. Jack knew Peggy wasn’t really sick—he knew she was actually out shopping—but he wasn’t a snitch, so he said nothing when the wave of complaints washed through the office at eleven-thirty sharp. SSR agents were a punctual bunch, if not the most organized. They probably could have assigned the classic Marge-Duty to some green recruit, but no one thought to do it until the desks had been wholly vacated.

Everyone went off in their own way, hunting down whatever lunch option they fancied most. A good majority of the agents filtered out to delis, cafés, or other quick orders they could carry back to work, but Jack had a lengthy break, since he’d be working a late shift. So he had time to decide.

After a brisk lap around the block, and a leisurely taxi ride, Jack eventually plopped himself in a foamy-green booth at the local automat. Looking around, he found he remembered the place. Peggy slugged him unconscious in the back alley here. Quaint.

In any case, this joint had an offensive color scheme—which meant the service was bound to be sub-par, and the food either divine or poor at best. It was worth a try. Jack had time to kill, anyway. He didn’t look forward to returning to his cases yet. They’d reached a dreadfully boresome stage.

Tossing his jacket on the booth beside him, Jack settled in and propped a menu between his hands. This was a very basic automat, it seemed. Nothing here had surprised him yet. He’d been made uncomfortable, yes (these booths were not decent lounge material), and disenchanted (he could count the water marks on the ceiling with both hands), but nothing had yet caught his eye in an especially positive way.

“By gosh! Agent Seal Man!”

Jack jumped in surprise. He may or may not have banged his knee against the bottom of the table. But men don’t feel pain, so he pretended nothing happened haha. “Ah!” The menu fell flat with a crisp slap.

A young woman had materialized at the end of the booth. Her simple uniform matched the horrid colors of the furniture around the diner, and her honeyed hair was pulled into smart curls away from her fair face. She had a bright sparkle in her skylight eyes.

Jack was tempted to groan. “Angie?” He ground out instead. Of course it was just luck that she worked here, of all the possible places in New York for a girl like her to work.

She flashed him a winning smile, clearly pleased. “That’s my name, sugar! What brings you to this part of town?”

Was she serious? Why was she being so amiable? So chipper? They weren’t old friends. Sure, they’d come to a very personal and mutual agreement that one time on the beach, but it didn’t mean they had a special bond. Jack would like to avoid her if he could, despite maybe possibly finding her to be fun company. Would it be rude to get up and walk out now? He still had plenty of time to find a new place to eat.

But the thought of Angie’s crestfallen expression made him hesitate. For whatever reason, she did express genuine warmth towards him, and he sensed that she’d take it to heart if he behaved boorishly. Then she would no doubt act callous in any future encounters, and though her promise ensured her physical incapacity to spill his secret, there were certainly other ways for her to spite him. She’d probably tattle to Peggy. Then Jack would be in for a long-haul of suffering.

So his arse stayed planted in the booth. But he wasn’t happy about it. With a resigned wince, he scooped up the menu again and tapped it against the tabletop. “Lunch break.” He sighed, closing his eyes to gather what meager patience he had.

“Well fancy that!” She whipped out a pad and pen. “Can I get’cha started with something to drink?”

“A tall glass of peace and quiet.” He grumbled.

She scribbled a quick note. “Large black coffee, sure thing. Ready to order yet?”

At least she was to-the-point. Jack wasn’t sure he had the energy to handle a lengthy conversation with her. By the time he’d finished his delicious reuben sandwich, she’d wasted no time mincing her words with him, giving his booth the space he’d requested. It was a gesture he hadn’t expected, but immensely appreciated nonetheless. Maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all—even if Angie was here.

“All finished, darling?” She swooped out of the blue to collect his empty plate.

“Sure.” He frowned. “Don’t call me that.”

Pausing for once, Angie gave him a curious look, raising one brow in a high arch. “Well, I’ve gotta call you something. Would you prefer ‘sir’? Or ‘mister’?”

Jack couldn’t help making a face. She was patronizing him on purpose, he was certain. “Please don’t.”

Her lips quickly twitched into an easy smile. “How about ‘sailor’? You served in the navy, isn’t that right?”

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

“I think it suits you.”

“Angie…”

“Say, this is quite a lengthy lunch break you’re on. Got time for dessert?”

Jack was very tempted to say no. He didn’t really want to spend longer in this automat than what could be considered strictly polite. But he didn’t have to be back at the office for another half hour. And he was craving something sweet. If this place’s pastries were half as good as the rest of their food, he wouldn’t mind suffering Angie’s presence for a little while longer.

“...I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

She brightened. “Right on!” Without warning, she looped her free arm through his and pulled him to his feet. “Choose from the wall over here. We’ve got the best pies.”

Jack made a mild noise of protest at being towed around. He really shouldn’t be surprised by it, at this point. Angie was one spontaneous soul.

“Do seals like pie?”

Jack made a point of scowling at the glass instead of Angie, though he doubted the attention would deter her. “I’m not a seal.” He gruffed.

“Right, right.” She cleared her throat and shuffled his dishes off to a nearby busser.

The key-lime slice looked decent, but Jack wasn’t in the mood for merengue. Maybe an apple? Did they have apple pie? Yes, there. The top right. A nickel for the apple pie. Angie snuck a coin in the slot before Jack could even think to dig through his pockets.

“But you are a fair swimmer.” She popped the drawer open and pulled the dessert out. “My treat.” Was her simple explanation when he looked at her confused. “You must go swimming often, right?”

“Thanks.” Jack curtly accepted the plate. “No.”

“Oh no?”

“I’m busy.” He said shortly.

“Oh.” Was that pity on her pretty face? Disgusting. “What a shame. I figured… you enjoy it.”

“Yes.” He swiveled on his heels and wandered back towards his booth.

“Aw gee!” That was definitely pity. “Come on over, sailor.” She took his arm again and pulled him to the counter. Jack had resigned himself to her attentiveness.

Under her dotage, he plopped onto a bar stool and set his pie down. Angie procured a hefty tub of whipped cream. She proceeded to generously dollop his plate with the heavenly white fluff, disregarding the frowns from her coworkers. “You tell me when to quit.” Was her mandate.

Just to spite her, Jack stayed silent until his pie was buried. She soon stopped and gave him a questioning look.

“Dear me, sailor. Lighten up! Don’t you like pie?”

“Sure, when I’m not being pampered.” To be honest, he enjoyed the attention. He just didn’t like why he was getting it. Angie was only acting this way because of her fascination with his selkie nature—there could be no other explanation. And even though she couldn’t tell anyone about it, the scrutiny was still a little unnerving.

She frowned. For a moment, she said nothing, then, “You need more friends.”

Jack lurched back with a sputter. “Excuse me?”

“I’m only trying to be nice, and you’ve got no idea how to handle it.”

“Now hang on—”

An unimpressed look was all he got.

“If you’re just going to insult me, I’ll take this back to my booth.” Why did she have to say that? Jack had plenty of friends, though most were fair-weather and shallow at best. Besides, even if he didn’t, her criticism wasn’t the least bit convincing him to change that. He scooped up his plate of whipped cream and spun on his heel.

And his gut bottomed out.

For a lengthened period of time, he stood there frozen, frowning at the booth he’d previously occupied, trying to recall with a furious alarm whether he’d actually been sitting somewhere else…

“Forgot where you were?” Angie drawled helpfully.

Jack stepped back, elbow bumping the counter, slowly setting his plate down with the steadiest hands he could manage. Surely he was mistaken. Surely he wasn’t looking hard enough. But his memory was crystal clear, and he knew that that was his spot, but it was empty and his deep, slow breaths were losing more of their effect the longer he blinked and clenched his jaw.

“My jacket’s gone.”

“Hmm?”

Jack turned to her perhaps a little too urgently. He noted her perplexion, then whipped back around in hopes of freshening his view. It didn’t work. There was no jacket at the table where he’d been sitting. It wasn’t on the ground, it wasn’t in any of the adjacent booths, it wasn’t in the arms of another customer lingering about the room. It was gone. Along with the man who’d been eating behind Jack. He’d had a shifty air about him.

“My jacket—” Jack crossed the distance with long strides, placing a fast grip on the seatback for emphasis. “Wasn’t I sitting here?”

When he looked, Angie was then sporting concern upon her pretty brow. She drifted around the bar to pace closer. “Yes, that’s right. Did you leave it in the booth?”

He had, only leaving it alone to get up for the pie… “I didn’t move it.” He insisted.

Angie propped her hands on her hips. “Huh.”

Jack tried to even out his breathing. How could he be so inattentive? How could he not have noticed suspicious personnel in the diner? Why did he have to turn his back for even a moment? Why did he indulge Angie? He should have known better than that! Now his jacket could be on its way miles from him, with a person he didn’t know, and he might never see it again! This was horrible!

“Someone must have taken it.” Angie said regretfully.

The unmistakable pinching pressure in Jack’s chest affirmed her statement. Already, his whole body itched with a compelling desire to comply, and submit, and relegate himself to freaking servitude—and he was very much not a fan.

“I hope you didn’t have any valuables in there.”

Jack scrambled to pull his wallet out. He tossed a ten on the table. “I have to find it. That jacket is priceless.”

“Family heirloom?”

He had his keys, his hat, yes. Everything was in order. The pie would have to be left behind. “No. It’s a little more important than that.”

Angie jolted out to grab his arm before he could run for the door. “Hang on, sailor. Just wait a minute. You’re about to have a heart attack.” She squinted at his pallor. “Try breathing.”

Jack scowled at her. Forget manners; he’d much rather risk the wrath of Peggy than lose his skin for good. “Let go!” He hissed. “This is serious!”

“It’s only a coat.”

“It’s my coat.” He managed to jerk free. She tailed him straight out the door.

“I know that! But surely panicking won’t solve the issue.”

“I’m not panicking.” He huffed through gritted teeth. It was halfway a lie.

“You’re not likely to find it. Anyone could have it now.”

“Too bad. I’m trying anyway.”

“Why?”

Jack shot a glare over his shoulder. She was still following him, right down the street in her turquoise uniform and low black heels. Concern and confusion shone clear on her dollish face.

“It’s my skin.” He snapped. “My seal skin. The only one I have.”

His answer didn’t change her expression much, but she didn’t hesitate. “I’ll help you look.”

The immediacy of her reply caught Jack off guard. Arguably, he didn’t need her help. Whoever had his jacket must be close—close enough for him to sense a pull from the bottom of his sternum—and if he was quick, he should be able to track them down. Besides, wasn’t Angie in the middle of a shift? She’d walked out of work like it was nothing.

“I don’t need your help.”

“But you could use it.” She insisted. “Listen, I don’t know much about selkies, so just fill me in. It’ll be more efficient if there are two of us.”

There were many holes in her claim, starting primarily with the fact that she was a woman and therefore not intimidating to a gutsy thief. She was also a civilian and had no formal training when it came to street sweeps. She had no idea how important this coat was. She had no idea what sort of effect it had on Jack. How could she possibly help him?

But she wasn’t going to leave him. Some small, shriveled, and pathetically neglected shadowy recess of his mind took comfort in that thought.

With a reluctant swallow, he pushed the bitter comments on his tongue further down and acknowledged Angie with a small nod.

“It changes shape.” He muttered. “It might not be a jacket anymore.”

Angie took it in stride. Once again, she looped their arms together and marched along the sidewalk. “Alright, will any part of it look the same?”

“The color. And the texture. It’ll still be glossy, like a skin.”

“Is it really seal skin?”

“Yes. I can’t shift without it.”

That earned him a cynical side-eye. “You’re stuck as a human without it?”

“Unfortunately.”

She cringed in sympathy, which surprised Jack a little bit. “How long can you go without it?”

“Technically forever, but it’s not pleasant. Especially if it’s in someone else’s possession.”

“Why does that make a difference?”

He hesitated to tell her. A good deal of people who knew anything about selkies knew this key tidbit of information, and finding someone ignorant was a little bit refreshing. At the same time, Angie seemed like the stubborn type. If he didn’t tell her, she’d find out. Besides. She’d treated him well. There was a good chance she wouldn’t use the knowledge against him in any truly harmful manner—and even if she did, Jack liked to think Peggy’s vengeance worked both ways. (Neither of his assertions were solid in the least bit. But that was nothing new).

“I have a compelling urge to obey whoever has it.”

“What do you mean?” She fired back quickly, not missing a beat. “Don’t you have a choice?”

“It’s kinda hard to resist.”

“Then we’d better find it quickly.”

Her cool temperament impressed him, though he’d never admit as much out loud. Jack sincerely appreciated the readiness she exuded.

“Do you have any sort of connection to it?” She thought to wonder.

“A little. I have a sense of when it’s close.”

“And?”

“I think it’s still close.”

“I’m sorry I waltzed you around the automat. That man probably wouldn’t have taken it if I didn’t keep you for so long.”

In truth, Angie was nowhere near at fault. Jack had allowed himself to be distracted by her. He’d let his guard down, he’d turned his back, and now he was dealing with the consequences. “Don’t worry about it.” He muttered.

“How close are we talking here? Three blocks? Two?”

“Probably five. If he was smart, he’ll hail a cab and book it. Let’s hope he left his brains at home today.”

They ended up parting halfway down the street. Jack had doubts about Angie’s ability to identify his skin—and even more about the contingent scenario in which she acquired it but refused to give it up—but he knew he was in a tight spot, and he had to cut his losses. She could still potentially be useful. He couldn’t afford to become further distracted by his loyal anxieties. If he didn’t find his skin soon—well, he’d rather not think about it. The minimal fear of losing his real form forever was enough motivation to hone his focus.

It seemed close to hours passing as he combed the streets, scanning every alley, every window, every open door. He felt like a looney and looked like one too, but he didn’t care. He knew his skin was close. The steady pressure in his chest confirmed it. But he had very little sense of direction, and every second that passed only added to his growing panic, until he was skipping every other step, almost at a broken run.

By some miracle, the pounding of his heart didn’t ruin his hearing. It was Angie’s voice, down an adjacent alleyway, loud and agitated. Jack scrambled towards the sound. The twinge in his chest tweaked.

“I’m not messing around! Hand it over!”

A thickly accented voice gruffed back. “What the heck is wrong with you, lady?”

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

“It don’t belong to you either!”

“Give it!”

“You’re out of your mind!”

Jack turned the corner just in time to appreciate the scene. The man from the booth behind him at lunch was enclosed there, pink in the face and scowling (Angie had that effect on people, it seemed). And there, draped over one arm, Jack’s skin hung limp and lifeless—still a jacket by some wonder.

Angie had boxed the man in with unapologetic authority. Jack skidded to a halt behind her.

Without warning, she swooped down and snatched an empty Smirnoff bottle off the ground. She smashed it on the wall, not hesitating a second to jab her new weapon at the thief with fire in her eyes.

“Listen here, mister! I’m not playing games! Either you give me the jacket now or I—”

“Woah woah, easy!” Jack decided to make his presence known with a firm hand to Angie’s shoulder. Not the smartest move, since she almost cut him in the face before she saw it was him. But Jack wasn’t notorious for restraint. “I’m sure there’s no need for violence.”

“You!” The man spat angrily.

“Yes, me.” Hopefully projecting a laid-back, collected ease on top of his volatile anxiety would give Jack the upper hand in this situation. In any case, he wasn’t trusting Angie to remain calm. She still looked like she’d commit battery at the drop of a hat. Jack kept a solid grip on her. “Sorry for the trouble, but I believe you have something of mine.”

The man jabbed a finger at Jack. “You back off!” He ordered.

A profound urge to cease speaking to the perp and walk away washed through Jack’s bloodstream, much to his annoyance. He held his ground with clenched teeth.

“Don’t tell him what to do!” Angie barked right back, brandishing her glass. She strained against Jack’s hold. “You dirty piece of scum! Just give him his coat!”

Boldly (stupidly), the man raised his chin. “And what if I don’t?”

“I’ll mess you up!”

Jack squeezed hard. “Alright, angel, let’s take it easy.”

She made a cute, indignant noise.

“This poor chap doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into.”

“What are you talking about?” The thief demanded.

But Jack still found himself unable to speak in his direction, so he continued with Angie. “Jail time for grand larceny is five years.” He explained. “And we’ve got two witnesses to a redhanded culprit—”

“What!” The man broke out. “Ain’t no way this jacket’s worth that much!”

Angie caught on quickly. “Oh really? Well then I guess you'll have no problem giving it up. Or should he just arrest you and settle this in court?”

“Him? Arrest—” A nervous scoff. “You can’t arrest me.You’re not an officer.”

“No,” Angie reached around Jack’s hips and unclipped his badge with her free hand. She shoved it forward with a sneer. “He’s a federal agent!”

The evidence, at least, was enough to make him balk. Between a shiny badge, and Angie’s unhinged malice, the thief finally swallowed his pride and conceded.

“Alright! Alright!” He stuttered. “For pete’s sake, just tone it down.” Hands shaking, he flung the jacket away towards them, taking off without a second to spare.

Relief was immediate. Jack snagged his coat from the air and tangibly relaxed, almost slumping forward when the tension of the bond dissolved. He felt like he could breathe again. The familiar silky soothe of his skin in his hands was an unparalleled comfort.

“Hey!” He yelled down the street when he came to his senses. “I see you again, you won’t be so lucky!” Hopefully the weasel’s face would stay fresh in Jack’s mind so he could uphold that threat. He meant it.

Angie tossed her bottle aside with a frown. “Not going to arrest him?” She sounded disappointed.

Jack snorted out the front half of a laugh. After the whole ordeal, he was exhausted, and his lunch break was ten minutes expired. “No. He ain’t worth the time. I have better things to do.”

“Like what?” She clipped his badge back in place. Wow. Brazen woman.

Some twisted, tired kind of smile made its way to his lips. “If I recall, there’s still a pie I need to eat.”

Dooley would be annoyed, but he wouldn’t be surprised. Jack would make it up to him with an extra hour tonight. In the meantime, he felt in dire need of some decompression—so it was back to the automat with Angie on his arm.

After a near scare with her boss—yelling at her for ditching in the middle of a shift—Jack intervened with another flash of his badge and got her off the hook. The plate of whipped cream was only a little melted in the tepid springtime warmth, and he sincerely enjoyed his soggy slice of apple pie beneath it.

Jack was just finishing at the bar when the door chimed and a familiar dame strode in. She looked the picture of health, as he’d suspected. Three paper bags hung on each arm, a red pair of glasses perched high on her upheld nose, and each coiffe of her shiny brunette hair was positively immaculate despite the middle-aged day. Jack was not surprised. He waved with his fork.

She gave him a stern look and flicked her shades down an inch. “Thompson.” Was the curt acknowledgement.

“Hiya Marge.”

“Your lunch break is long over.”

“Well I couldn’t find a place to eat. We had no one to take the orders.”

She paused a second, just to emphasize how hard she was judging him, then decided: “That is pathetic.” And took the seat beside him.

No doubt her current visit had been carefully timed with the end of the allotted lunch shift, on the off chance that anyone from the office might go out to dine and see her here. Most likely Jack had ruined her planning. Oh well. He wasn’t crying about it—not after all the recent stress he’d been under.

“Oh hey, English!” Angie strolled by to take Jack’s empty dish, waving cheerfully. She set an easy hand on Jack’s shoulder, which he—surprisingly—didn’t shrug off. “Don’t worry about the ‘ole sailor boy. We had an adventure just now.”

Peggy wasn’t impressed very often, but when she was, she was subtle about it. Jack had learned to recognize the look (as a basic survival skill). It caught him off guard every time.

“Is that so?”

Angie recounted the story. Somehow, she kept Jack’s secret safe through it all. Just like she promised.

#jack thompson #selkie AU #selkie!jack #jack thompson imagine #jack thompson and angie martinelli #jack thompson shenanigans #angie martinelli #angie martinelli shenanigans #agent carter #Agent Carter Series #agent carter au #Agent Peggy Carter

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ao3feed-danielsousa · 2 years

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(all i can say is) i was enchanted to meet you

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkUFbS6

by nerdyprude

angie is a lesbian plant mom. jackdaniels are wholesome gays. and peggy is six feet tall and super strong. series of one-shots(?) about what shenanigans the agent carter gang gets up to in the owl house universe.

Words: 1931, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Agent Carter (TV), The Owl House (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Peggy Carter, Angie Martinelli, Jack Thompson (Marvel), Daniel Sousa, Dottie Underwood

Relationships: Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, Daniel Sousa/Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli, Peggy Carter & Daniel Sousa, Angie Martinelli & Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood

Additional Tags: JackDaniels if you squint, Alternate Universe - The Owl House Fusion, There's cursing, even tho this is a toh media i wouldn't rec it for children??, no smut tho they're in high school, Alternate Universe - High School, no toh characters in here it's just the agent carter cast, carterwood if you squint harder

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkUFbS6

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daniel sousa #agent carter

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fire-ash-rebirth · 4 years

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Marvel Femslash Bingo Prompt: Professor AU (Peggy x Angie)

Students in the theatre department were of the opinion that Dr. Martinelli, according to her RateMyProfessor reviews, “looks like a cinnamon roll, and is actually a cinnamon roll”. Her Introduction to American Musical Theatre class was a common favorite for the theatre undergrads, and she was one of the most requested advisors amongst the graduate students. In contrast to some of the older, stuffier, Shakespeare-is-the-pinnacle-of-theatre professors, Dr. Martinelli was well known for seeming to actually have fun with the material, and welcoming alternate interpretations and new ideas from the students. Coupled with her generally exuberant personality, it was no mystery why she was so beloved by her students.

If one were to read the RateMyProfessor reviews, or even just ask around the history department, it would be difficult to create a uniform (or even vaguely coherent) understanding of Dr. Carter. Some thought she was strict but fair, rewarding hard work with little tolerance for shenanigans. Some thought she was hilarious and fascinating. Some thought she was the devil incarnate. No one thought she was boring. Curiosity alone was enough to prompt students to sign up for her History of 20th Century Espionage class.

While they had never intended to hide the nature of their relationship, Dr. Carter wasn’t exactly one to keep her heart on her sleeve, and Dr. Martinelli’s tendency to use pet names added a certain amount of unintentional obfuscation. While all the theatre students knew about Dr. Martinelli’s beloved “English”, few would have guessed the nickname belonged to Dr. Carter. So when Dr. Martinelli announced to her class that the next unit would involve an examination of Spies Are Forever, and that Dr. Carter would be joining them next week to discuss the historical context, nobody thought anything of it.

Considering the standard theatre student’s tolerance for history, the class found themselves surprisingly engaged in Dr. Carter’s guest lecture. Some of that could be attributed to inherent comedy of the juxtaposition of such a serious historical analysis against such a ridiculous story, but Dr. Carter’s presentation of the material had a surprisingly personal tone to it that certainly didn’t hurt. But the real noteworthy moment came at the end of class, as Dr. Carter was packing up her things and the students started filing out of the classroom, when the stragglers heard Dr. Carter commented to Dr. Martinelli, “You’ve certainly got a solid group of students this year.”

Like any group of self-conscious young adults, they might have slowed their pace in order to overhear Dr. Martinelli respond with a wink, “You weren’t so bad yourself, English.”

#marvel #mfsbingo2020 #cartinelli #peggy x angie #peggy carter #angie martinelli #agent carter #agent carter fanfiction #cartinelli fanfiction #marvel femslash #fanfiction #cartinelli fanfic

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shipskicksandgiggles · 3 years

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Happy free write Friday what has been the fic you've had the most fun writing or was your favorite idea to write

happy ffwf!

actually my favorites aren’t published yet? like I talk about them but they’re not done, but my college au? hilarious. there’s secret relationships, students snooping, idiot lesbians, Steve had a sugar daddy at some point and you will die when you find out who it was, and just general shenanigans it’s lovely

my other favorite is also not published and quite frankly it’s: on crack. Steve goes back in time to dance with Peggy to find out she’s married to Daniel Sousa but in a long term relationship with Angie Martinelli, he gets his dance, but there’s two predicaments

1. he can’t go back to the future

2. Angie’s been lying about a fiancé for far too long and it’s getting harder to conceal her and Peggy’s relationship

so steve stays and “gets together” with Angie and starts spending time with Daniel because their ladies are together and they’re: fine with it of course we love good men in this house but then comes the third problem:

3. Steve and Daniel are pining and their wives definitely know

it’s so off the wall but I think it’s fun and stuff so I’m writing it

#asks #answers #ffwf #anon #please let me die my fics are all so strange

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themculibrary · 4 years

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Weddings + Wedding Planning Masterlist

Links Last Checked: June 17th, 2024

All I Ever Wanted (ao3) - alby_mangroves, seratonation sam/bucky, steve/tony G, 14k

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Summary: Wedding planning isn't as easy as it seems, as Wanda and Vision found out. A story about the events leading up to their big day.

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Exile Is Not For Everyone (ao3) - fictorium peggie/angie E, 44k

Summary: It's an AU based on the Sandra Bullock/Ryan Reynolds movie, 'The Proposal'! So. There's that.

If you haven't seen it then the premise is: bossy lady is a bit foreign, didn't sort out her visa, is now being booted by INS. Unless she can come up with a way to get issued a new and different type of visa, like say a fiancée or spouse type one.

Now just who could save Peggy's bacon in such a situation? Step forward one Ms Angie Martinelli. Only trouble is that INS want immediate proof of their serious relationship, and Angie is heading off to a huge family event. Ever the pal, she insists that Peggy can tag along. Family drama, wedding nonsense, and ridiculous shenanigans ensue.

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On Wedding Planning (ao3) - Shadowstar sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: Sam and Tony take a breather while wedding planning to have a laugh and to snuggle a bit.

Secret Re(Hate)tionship (ao3) - Meatball42 tony/sam T, 5k

Summary: “I’m not going to pretend to date the guy just so the American public will forget that he’s the most prolific assassin of the twentieth century!”

“Sam,” Steve chastised him. “You know he didn’t have a choice in doing those things—”

And yeah, Sam had heard this speech a few dozen times. Honestly, the murderbot thing had nothing to do with him and Barnes not getting along. He just plain didn’t like the dude.

But he did care about Steve.

Six Conversations (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil T, 8k

Summary: The team finds out about Clint and Coulson.

The Happily-Ever-After Business (ao3) - mambo steve/bucky T, 23k

Summary: After planning perfect weddings for New York's elite, wedding planner Steve Rogers is ready to find love for himself.

But he didn't anticipate falling in love with the tattoo artist who works down the street.

there is nothing for me (but to love you) (ao3) - brandnewfashion steve/tony M, 3k

Summary: "Even now, as they’re standing in the middle of the dance floor, Tony is hyperaware of Steve’s hand in his, and he idly wonders what it would be like to brush his thumb over Steve’s finger and feel the smooth metal of a ring there."

The Wedding Singer (ao3) - npeg steve/tony, clint/natasha E, 11k

Summary: Steve and Bucky are attending Clint and Natasha's wedding. Tony is the wedding singer. The talented, incredibly charismatic wedding singer.

The plot twist? Steve can, and accidentally does, get drunk. This leads to the inevitable.

To Have and to Hold (ao3) - arianapeterson19 bucky/steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: The one where there's a wedding, a break down, and Tony really just needs a hug.

Too Long We Have Tarried (ao3) - kototyph steve/bucky E, 19k

Summary: Bucky picks up the ring and holds it between them. “Steven Grant Rogers,” he says solemnly. “Will you marry me?”

Wedding Planners (fanfiction.net) - Kouri Arashi pepper/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony and Pepper are getting hitched. The Avengers decide to chip in to help plan the wedding... whether Pepper wants them to or not.

your eyes look like coming home (ao3) - Kat28 bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: “Okay, I’m convinced. December 8. Stark Mansion” James says “Save the date!”

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #weddings #weddings masterlist #wedding planning #wedding planning masterlist #au

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bottomstevelibrary · 4 years

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by crinklefries

“That one,” Tony says gleefully. “I pick him.”

“Him?” Bucky hisses. “Steve Rogers?”

“Bet’s a bet,” Tony says smugly. “Make Steve Rogers the class president by the end of the year.”

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses. Then he takes a fortifying breath. He can do this. He’s Bucky Son of A Senator Barnes. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in the front just the way he knows men and women like it.

“Fine,” he says. “Okay. By the end of the year. Easy.”

***

When Bucky Barnes--son of a state Senator, future president of his fraternity, and co-captain of his college’s soccer team--gets unceremoniously and very publicly dumped at a party, his entire reputation hangs on by the thinnest thread. Drunk and humiliated, he does the only thing that makes sense--he makes a bet with Tony Stark.

Now Bucky has the length of the school year to take Steve Rogers--small, asthmatic, environmentally-conscious art nerd, political activist, and complete social disaster--and turn him into the student body president. How many misunderstandings, shenanigans, and college tropes will abound before Bucky realizes that Steve Rogers, well, he’s all that?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 88k

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Abraham Erskine, Becca Barnes +

Additional Tags: minor Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton - Freeform, Past Relationships, Mention of date rape drugs, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, minor Bucky Barnes/Loki, extreme amounts of sass but also fluff, 80K of slow burn I make no apologies, all the college tropes of your dreams, this is the underrated late 90s teen flick AU no one asked for, rich frat kid Bucky Barnes, artist and general social disaster Steve Rogers, Steve is only alive bc Sam Wilson takes care of him, anyway this is a romcom make no mistake, Gratuitous amounts of fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

#stucky #stevebucky #teen and up audiences #modern au #romcom #88k #crinklefries #mod fav #(an elite fic you should srsly read)

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ao3feed-stucky · 4 years

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by crinklefries

Steve Rogers, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and mostly happy disposition, had lived twenty-three years in the world with very little to distress or vex him.

( Steve is wealthy and and charming, with good humor and good temper, doted upon by his mother and the highest of New York Society, with no one to ever criticize or say the word no to him. Well, other than Bucky. But he doesn't count.

He is also warm and friendly and has a talent for matchmaking. Or so he thinks. Actually, he's kind of terrible at it.

Importantly, Steve will definitely never fall in love or marry, himself. He tells everyone this, repeatedly. Well anyway, we'll see about that. )

Words: 5261, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sarah Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Angie Martinelli, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Maria Hill, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Claire Temple, Nick Fury

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Jane Austen Fusion, Minor Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Minor Loki/Thor (Marvel), 1890s New York City, Matchmaking, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Misunderstandings, Emma AU, love in the Gilded Age, Slight Age Difference, one sided crushes and related shenanigans, Steve is a well intentioned terror, Cher Horowitz but make her Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Minor Maria Hill/Valkyrie, Minor Sam Wilson/Claire Temple, Historical Romance

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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countess-rosegold-blog · 5 years

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Checking Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, nothing really happens

Word Count: 1,149

Note: This is the first part of a mini-series I’m trying to finish. For the main note, check the MASTERLIST HERE.

If you happen to like, re-blog, or drop any feedback, thank you! I appreciate you.

You groan in the dark. You're in bed, blankets wrapped around your body and it's the wee hours of Saturday morning. It would have been cozy if not for the fact that you're awake way before sunrise because you've dreamt about Howard Fucking Stark. Again.

You sit up slowly and grab your phone to check the time--4: 14. "Stupid, stupid Stark," you grumble. You know sleep is a lost cause at this point so you peel yourself away from bed. Grabbing your phone, you head to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water.

You scroll to your conversation and begrudgingly type a text:

You and this Angel girl better end up getting married or I'll strangle you to your death.

The shrill sound of your ringtone moments later almost gives you a heart attack. "Jesus Christ!" You yell in the emptiness. Then you answer the call. "What is wrong with you?!"

"Good morning to you too, love."

Annoyance builds up in your belly. "Don't call me that."

"Why not? You're my beautiful girlfriend, after all." You can hear him smirk through the line.

You scoff. "Please."

"What was it this time, love? I'd like to say nightmares, but your text didn't seem like it," you hear him humming through the other end, as if thinking about it. Then silence. You're thinking you lost the connection until he's back saying, "Was it... a wet dream?"

"Stupid jerk!" You say it with indignation but he's having a hearty laugh. "Why are you even awake?"

"So it WAS a wet dream!" More laughter.

Urgh! There's no winning with him. "Get over yourself, Howard."

"Well I'm flattered, thank you very much. And just so you know, I've been up all night working for this project I have for her, so maybe we'll get married in the future, after all." You can hear the smile and can almost picture it on his stupid face. If he wasn't so in love, you know you'd give him hell. But this was different. A first. So you let it go.

"Good to know. Well, you better get on with it then."

"I miss you too, Y/N." He drawls.

"Bye, asshole."

You hear his laugh ring in your ears long after you've hung up.

When you're left to your thoughts again, you groan. The idiot was right--it was a wet dream. Which was disorienting because you never saw him like that. Despite your shenanigans for the last month, you and Howard Stark have been nothing but platonic since forever. You were good friends with him--which made you question your life choices--but nothing's changing that.

On one of his tech trips to L.A. last December, he met this girl whom he was clearly enamored by. And just like every other woman, you simply thought What's new. But the girl turned down Howard's invitation for dinner and did not want anything to do with him, which WAS new and boy was it refreshing. Like a proper adult man and despite not being used to it, Howard sucked it up, found him some other woman who'd say yes, and went home to New York.

But January came and the months following that and he still can't stop thinking about her. Convinced it wasn't a simple crush, he decided he'd Man Who Can't be Moved his way back to the City of Angels and look for her again.

She was working for the Cyber Circuit, a big time tech website. He'd known that detail at the tech summit where they'd met and that she was called 'Ange', but nothing more. Equipped with that mere knowledge and his dedication, Howard marched his way to the Cyber Circuit building and asked the front desk very nicely that he'd like to meet up with 'Ange'. You'd think there would be a lot of ‘Ange’s in the building, but Howard Stark must have done some good in a past life or some alternate universe because he found out right then and there that 'Ange' was the one and the only Angela Martinelli, badass Managing Editor of the Techs of Tomorrow section.

Still, his personality in THIS lifetime counts and the front desk informs him of what he already knows: Angie doesn't want to meet him.

That didn’t deter him, of course. He bought five dozens of sunflower bouquets and had them sent to her office with a simple note--You are radiant than any of these sunflowers combined.

She did not appreciate the sweet gesture, though, thanks to her allergic rhinitis.

The memory of his efforts make you laugh. You catch yourself; you’re alone in your dark kitchen, after all. And in these early hours before dawn, you reflect.

Who would’ve thought. Howard Womanizer Takes-Nothing-Seriously Stark, finally smitten. You sigh, happy for your friend but alarmed for your future. You don’t know why but you have the feeling that if Howard, of all people, gets to find the love of his life before you do, it spells doom.

“Oh God,” you say to no one, panic in your voice. “This is why people should be asleep at this hour.” You wash the glass and prepare to head back to your room when out of the shadows, a figure manifests.

Your heart drops to your stomach and you scream--until you register what the figure is. “Fuck!” You scream at the coat rack that carried your gigantic and fluffy windbreaker.

Your heart rate barely adjusts when there’s a knock at your door. “Y/N! Everything alright? Are you okay?!”

Great. Now the neighbors are awake. You make your way to the door and open it, steel blue-grey eyes looking at you with concern.

“Hi, I’m so sorry I woke you!” You whisper to him.

“No, you didn’t. I was awake. You okay?” He steps closer and the hallway light brings shadows to his face; his light stubble accentuating his jaw. “Is someone in there?”

You’re surprised by his concern. “Wha--no. I’m alone.”

He looks inside then at you. “I heard you…”

“Oh!” You feel your cheeks burn. “I’m really sorry. I was on the phone, then had a little panic attack by the shadow of my windbreaker,” this makes you chuckle. “Otherwise, I’m good.”

His expression softens. “Okay. You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah,” you smile, touched by the thoughtfulness in his eyes. It is this time that you notice that he’s barefoot, combined with his plain black t-shirt and sweatpants, his short brown hair a little tousled. Wow, he’s so... pretty.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’m gonna…” he gestures with his hands to his door, a sleepy smile on his face.

“Really sorry. And thank you, James. For checking up on me.”

His face brightens, “You’re welcome, doll.” You begin to close your door when he adds, “Oh, and please call me Bucky.”

Part 2: Pickles Favor

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction

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ao3feed-steggy · 9 months

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church bells ring carry me home

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hz3vBuo by mybestgirl A how-to guide on getting Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter married: step one, bachelor party. Step two, wedding. Step three, honeymoon. Words: 6402, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Series: Part 14 of The Simple Life Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Howard Stark, Angie Martinelli, Ana Jarvis Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Peggy Carter & Sam Wilson, Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli, Peggy Carter & Ana Jarvis, Peggy Carter & Howard Stark, Steve Rogers & Howard Stark Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Endgame, Canon Compliant, Canon Continuation, Alternate Timelines, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Peggy Carter is Bad at Feelings, Steve Rogers Feels, Good Friend Bucky Barnes, Friendship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Time Travel, Time Shenanigans, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hz3vBuo

#ao3feed #steggy #steggy fic

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 5 years

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does anything still move you since you're educated now?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LKfQz7

by shestepsintotheriver

Bucky meets the love of his life on his last day in elementary school. He doesn’t know it at the time, and he doesn't get to talk to the boy at all, instead vowing to do so the next time he gets the chance. The vow remains unfulfilled until many years later, when Bucky spots Steve Rogers from across the room at a college party and promptly falls in love all over again. And then Steve goes and gets them into a fake dating scheme. This is the stupidest (best) thing that's ever happened to Bucky.

Words: 504, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of AUs

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Scott Lang, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, James Moriarty, James Montgomery Falsworth, Gabe Jones, Jacques Dernier, Peggy Carter, Angie Martinelli, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: College!AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Fake Dating with Benefits, Pining, Mutual Pining, dumbassery, Hijinks & Shenanigans, PDA, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Baseball Player Bucky Barnes, Nerd Bucky Barnes, Confident Art Student Steve Rogers, Tattooed Steve Rogers, Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, First Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LKfQz7

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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i may have written a dottie underwood redemption arc over the course of several days on twitter. collected here for your viewing pleasure.

it's several years after the events of s2, with the cold war underway and s.h.i.e.l.d on its way to being founded. peggy lives comfortably in la with sousa, not quite happy but focused on her work more than anything else. that is until she gets a message about the mysterious disappearance of famed broadway starlet angela martinelli. instantly, peggy is on her way to new york. she'd lost contact with angie over the years, and she'd always thought it'd be easiest to leave her be. keep her out of all this spy business. after all, she was so wonderful. peggy couldn't bear to think of her getting hurt because of her. but angela (the name feels so bizarrely formal on her tongue) is gone, and some no-good organization knows just how to get to peggy. joining up with jarvis and howard (and anna because she was one of the only good things about s2) peggy tries to take them downbut these people, they're smarter than most of the ones she's fought, smarter than leviathan.

it keeps on being dead end after dead end until peggy heads back to her hotel and who stands under the streetlight but miss dorothy underwood.

"miss me, peggy?" she asks, her voice sweet and saccharine and venomous, her lips blood-red. peggy holds her at gunpoint, demands that she tell her where the bloody hell angie is or else. "i could help you," dottie sighs, slipping out from under the streetlight and up the stairs to the entrance. "for a price."

"i trusted you once," peggy growls, but her hand is trembling. "why would i do it again?"

"because you're like me." dottie blinks sweetly at her and heads inside, swinging peggy's room key around her pinkie finger. peggy follows her, seething. it's the whole "we're not so different, you and i" schtick that's in every superhero movie. "i knew angie pretty well when we all lived in the griffith together, you know," dottie continues, opening the door and starting to rummage through peggy's things. "there're things a girl will tell you after a few bottles of schnapps that'd surprise anyone."

"quit it," peggy hisses, her voice low and cold. dottie shrugs.

"it was nice having a kindred spirit. even if i was just there to con you, knowing a gal wasn't alone in this world made me feel a little better." she leans in closer. "i guess there were three of us."

"do you know where angie is or not?" peggy could call in the ssr (though that name's fading out, it's s.h.i.e.l.d now and everyone knows it), she could get dottie arrested in half a minute.but she doesn't, for whatever reason.

"well, i used to." dottie sits down on the bed, crosses her legs, starts to pick idly at her nails. peggy notices the marks on her wrists from the handcuffs.

"she was a smart girl, but she never caught onto my . . . wicked past. i hopped a plane and we stayed friends long after you left her in l.a. for mr. sweatervest."

"you-"

"someone had to keep her company in that big old house. i've never been evil, peggy." dottie takes off her coat and peggy flinches at her name coming from this woman's voice. "all i want is to be happy, really. isn't that what we all want?"

"and some of us want to commit multiple homicides and rob banks," peggy dryly retorts. dottie laughs too high-pitched and too long for it to be her real laugh. "oh, peg, you're a riot. you've got to make a living somehow."

"what happened to her?" peggy presses on. dottie shrugs again. there are lines on her face, lines that weren't there seven years ago. she looks tired, an old woman in a young one's body.

"you have to make a living somehow," dottie repeats. "so what if it's with some creeps looking to steal sensitive data from the us government and dismantle your little pet project?" dottie runs her fingers along the bedsheets, catching her nails in the threading. "doesn't affect me."

"angela martinelli," peggy snarls, two seconds from punching that smug look off dottie's face.

"she called you english, didn't she?" dottie looks right up at her, sees right through. "did you have a nickname for her?"

"dottie, i swear-"

"they wanted dirt on peggy carter. i gave them dirt on peggy carter."

"you jeopardized my- an innocent civilian for the sake of what? some petty revenge scheme?"

"for a hefty sum." dottie flops down on the bed, puts a hand to her forehead like a movie star. peggy sees eileen, lifeless in her own bed, and she has to shake her head to clear the image. "and some personal satisfaction, too."

"get out." peggy hopes her voice is firm. it probably isn't. "get out of my house."

"this isn't your house, though." dottie stands up anyway. "love you, peg!" she trots away and blows peggy a kiss.

some bi spy shenanigans, more cryptic messages from the unnamed evil organization, peggy coming to terms with her feelings for angie being more than platonic. dottie left her phone number and address in the hotel. but it's a while before peggy gets desperate enough to contact her.

but she does get desperate enough, eventually, because she keeps dreaming of angie and the thought of finding her dead hurts too much. peggy meets dottie in an alleyway late at night, jarvis and howard and anna standing protectively behind her in case anything happens.

(they're mostly there for the moral support, of course. peggy can handle herself)

"where do we start?" dottie asks, pleased as anything. peggy hates this. jarvis hates it even more, because none of this was on the bill when he signed up to be howard's butler, none of it, and he'd much prefer to live peacefully, but these things just keep happening.

more spy shenanigans. peggy and dottie are crawling through a tunnel when peggy decides to ask the question that's been gnawing at her mind the whole time. "why are you helping me?"

"because, peggy . . ." dottie trails off, shrugs, doesn't seem like she wants to talk about it. peggy doesn't try again, but dottie speaks up a few minutes later. "all i want, really, is my own life. the means to which i get there don't matter much."

peggy eyes her critically. "so what if i made some deals with some not-so-nice people? i'm making up for it now, aren't i? besides, i saw the way you looked at angie. it's the same way i would've looked at you if we'd been on the same side."

"let's just find angie," peggy mutters. "then we can talk about setting you up with a free life."

not that she really plans on letting someone like dottie go unchecked, but the thought of sending her to her death unleashes an unpleasant twinge in her gut. there's some kind of close call with the villains, who say they want dottie to be higher in their ranks. dottie agrees to their terms, and peggy feels like she's been played, not to mention the fact that they're no closer to angie than before, and the deadline for the ransom grows ever closer. jarvis tells peggy that of course someone like her would do that.

but all peggy can see is angie, angie, angie, wonderful and loving and in so much danger, and she thinks back to dottie in the hotel room. thinks back to the kiss in the griffith - why did dottie kiss her, why didn't she just stab her - and to steve.

and she tells herself it's just naive hope but she senses that dottie has more planned. she has to. but she carries on anyway, still intent on taking down the villains and securing s.h.i.e.l.d's (and angie's) safety. more spy shenanigans!

they find angie. peggy is overwhelmed to say the least. angie looks sickly, tired, having been kept prisoner for weeks or even months, but peggy has never been more in love with her.

"took you long enough, english," angie jokes, eyes lighting up in that way they always did. peggy has to stop herself from crying. she has a mission, after all. she has to get angie out safe.

but it's too late - the villains are upon them before she can escape. dottie stands at the forefront, lips red and curled in a sneer. peggy seethes, knowing now what they'd done to angie. but then one of the villains raises his gun and points it at angie. and dottie lunges for it, jumps in front of her, takes a nasty blow to her arm and diverts the villains for long enough to grab peggy with her one good arm and run off, leaving angie behind. but they won't hurt her. not when she can be used as leverage. dottie and peggy hole up somewhere secure while peggy tries to stitch up dottie's wounds.

"i'll never play piano again," dottie sighs, fake-wistful.

"why did you do it?" peggy asks, voice quiet enough that she half-hopes dottie won't hear. dottie raises her eyebrows, amused.

"i had a change of heart. is that so hard to believe?"

"yes."

"well, i wasn't planning on sticking with those guys forever, and when i saw you looking at angie like that . . ." she shrugs, then winces. red room training never made her invincible. "i'm not heartless."

"you're like me," peggy says, reflecting dottie's own words back at her. she knows it to be true, in more ways than one.

"do you think we would've worked out, in another time?" dottie lies down - it's a ratty motel bed, far beneath her typical fare. she rolls the question around her tongue, puzzles through it, looks at peggy expectantly until she cautiously lies down beside her.

"no," peggy finally says. there's less conviction in her voice than usual.

"really? now there's a surprise." dottie looks up at the rickety ceiling fan. both of them know that if it came down to a fight, all it'd take was a few well-placed whacks and it'd come crashing to the floor, right on top of the attacker. "i think we're evenly matched, and isn't that what everyone wants out of a relationship?"

"i think you're a russian spy who sold me out the second you could and you're only now learning the concept of empathy."

"eh. let bygones be bygones, peg."

peggy can't deny she feels a little guilty for saying what she just did - dottie took a bullet for her, for angie, guaranteeing she wouldn't be welcomed back by those people, but two hours and some amateur doctoring skills did not a friend make. and dottie was still a lethal killing weapon who could make a knife out of a toothbrush if she so desired.

and yet, peggy sleeps beside her that night, in the ratty motel bed, and she feels safer than she has in a long time.

MORE SPY SHENANIGANS! blame my romance-obsessed ass for not being able to write action sequences. anyway the villains move angie from the original hiding place obviously and there's a big standoff. howard and jarvis are outside. peggy and dottie are inside, facing off against the villains, who have angie in their clutches.

"why would you do it, underwood?" their leader asks, stepping closer to dottie.

"i don't need to tell you that," dottie retorts, and stamps on his foot.

"do you have the information we requested?" the leader asks, turning his attention to peggy. she gives him a folder, which he flicks through, intrigued. before dropping it to the floor. "there's nothing in here!" he snaps. "this is all garbage! junk!" peggy stiffens. one of the guys pushes his weapon closer to angie.

"yeah, well, you'd better take what you can get," angie says. the leader looks at her, incredulous.

"what?"

"i mean, s.h.i.e.l.d's got all their armed helicopters and tanks aimed right at ya, don't they, english?" angie winks, and it's all peggy can do not to break out into a big grin right there.

"o-of course." peggy is not a stellar actress, but she's good enough. "they'll blow this place to smithereens if you lay a hand on her."

"with their best agent inside?"

"without a doubt."

it's enough of a distraction for dottie to snatch the gun out of the guy's hand and train it on him, and a big fight ensues. dottie kicks their asses. peggy un-handcuffs angie. once angie's free peggy joins the fight, and eventually they've got all of the villains tied up and/or handcuffed. dottie steps on the leader.

"you want him, peg?" she asks. peggy shakes her head.

"we don't kill people, dottie."

"you're no fun," dottie scoffs, but there's a hint of a smile on her face. the villains are arrested and taken away. angie takes peggy's hands into her own and smiles.

"you're a spy, then?" she says.

and then peggy kisses her. it's a big swooping gesture, the stuff of vintage romance movies, and angie tastes like violets and the musty air of the fortress, but peggy doesn't care. she's incredible.

***

it's several days later, and the three of them are staying in a secure facility to make sure none of the villains' lackeys track them down. things are very silent for the most part, though angie and peggy more than make up for lost time.

but things have still been left unspoken.

"you're going to send me off to jail, aren't you?" dottie says.

"we won't be able to be together, will we?" angie says at the same time. the gears start whirring in peggy's brain.

"actually," she says, "i think s.h.i.e.l.d. could more than use some new agents."

so dottie and angie both join s.h.i.e.l.d., and with dottie's knowledge of russian spy circles and angie's acting abilities combined with peggy's general badassery, they make a force to be reckoned with.

also, they all live together and angie and peggy are very deeply in love and dottie gets a gf eventually and sousa flies out sometimes to keep up appearances but for the most part it's just the three of them, kicking ass and taking names

agent martinelli and agent underwood never become as well-known as director carter, but they sure are amazing. and that's my dottie redemption arc.

#dottie underwood #cartinelli #peggy carter #angie martinelli #agent carter #natsuki's terrible disco pants

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