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How Not To Impress Your Future Inlaws

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Summary: Jack Thompson and Y/N are undercover at a gala, looking for Vernon Masters. He's not there, but they might just find someone (or two someones) worse, especially since Y/N has a giant secret crush on Jack Thompson and is in the middle of pretending to be his girlfriend for their jobs.

Word Count: 3,492

Category: Fluff, little bit of angst?

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I sighed dreamily as I stared up into the eyes of none other than Jack Thompson, Chief of the New York SSR and my boss. His arms wrapped securely around my waist as we swayed back and forth together on the dance floor, taking in the soft music and blocking out everything in the world around us as we got completely lost in each other.

Or at least, that's what we wanted everyone around us to think.

The illusion was slightly ruined for Jack and I who could hear Peggy and Daniel's voices crackling over the comms in our ears. We were currently in the middle of an undercover operation for the SSR at a fancy gala event, and Jack and I were pretending to be happily dating, in love, run of the mill civilians.

"Can you see anyone we've tied to Vernon Masters?" demanded Peggy, her voice crackling over the comm device. Jack leaned in like he was whispering something in my ear, using it as cover to respond to Peggy.

"For the fifth time, Marge, no. He's not here and neither are his cronies."

I heard Peggy's huff of irritation on the other end of line (for Jack's nickname for her as much as for the fact we'd come to a mission dead end), but I couldn't entirely focus on it with Jack so close to me like this.

I'd had a crush on him for a while now, one which had only grown as he'd become a better person who trusted me and Peggy as agents and chose the right side over the side that got him power and recognition. Now, I was borderline pining for him, to the point that both Peggy and Daniel had noticed and individually called me on it. I'd given them both hell while they were mooning over each other and doing nothing about it for the better part of two years, though, so I guess I was due some payback.

Still, in this moment, it was more than a little inconvenient. Even though it seemed pretty clear that Vernon Masters and his cronies weren't here, and that we'd somehow been led on a wild goose chase, I'd learned over and over again that getting distracted for even a second on the simplest of missions could get you killed.

Jack's hands suddenly tightened around my waist and his whole body tensed even as he continued to look over my shoulder, and I got the distinct feeling that I might be about to re-learn that lesson yet again.

"Jack? What is it?" I asked, leaning in to whisper in his ear and trying to keep up a calm facade. Peggy and Daniel couldn't see Jack's face, but they could tell from the tone in my voice that something was wrong.

"Is it Masters?" asked Daniel over the comms.

"No," Jack ground out, sounding like it was something far, far worse than Vernon Masters. "He's not here, and we need to bail out of this mission right now."

"Why?" I asked, jumping in before Peggy or Daniel could. I tried to turn us on the dance floor so I could catch sight of whatever he was looking at, but he whirled me away further into the crowd before I could. I pulled back and away from him just enough to look him in the eye. "Jack, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. But our cover's at high risk of getting blown if we don't leave, so we need to go."

I raised an eyebrow, and I heard Peggy and Daniel start protesting and asking questions over the comms. Jack seemed seriously stressed though, so after making one last scan of the room to make sure I really didn't see anything to do with Vernon Masters (or Dottie Underwood, or any of our many other enemies), I snagged Jack's comm-disguised-as-an-ascot out of his jacket pocket and stuffed it into my handbag.

"We're on our way out shortly, stand by," I said to Peggy and Daniel, then gave the flower pinned to my dress the same treatment as Jack's secret comm device. Once we had a little bit of privacy from our friends, I grabbed Jack's arm and met his eyes. "Jack, what's going on? I'm your partner, at least for this mission, and your friend. You can tell me."

He sighed heavily through his nose, his eyes darting up to scan the room again before at last landing back on me. He seemed to be debating something mentally, then finally, I saw his jaw lock and determination come into his eyes.

"My parents just walked into the room."

I couldn't stop my mouth from dropping open and my eyes going wide. Jack almost never talked about his parents, so the little I knew came from conversations about highly-connected people who, in some way or another, knew the Thompsons. Now, they were in the same room as us while I was pretending to be Jack's very serious long-term girlfriend.

"Yeah, that look on your face? That's exactly why we need to go," he said, taking my hand in his and at last leading me off the dancefloor. "Masters obviously isn't here anyway, so-"

"Jack!"

Jack's grip on my hand tightened and I saw him grimace as a voice called from behind us. His shoulders tensed, and I swore I could see him mentally calculating whether it'd be worth it to ignore his mother's voice and just run for the door. Apparently he decided the answer was no, because after another second he turned around, a ridiculously fake smile plastered to his face. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter to his side as we faced his parents, so apparently we were going to try to keep up our covers as long as possible.

"Mom. Dad." His voice was as strained as his smile, and I kept sneaking looks at the pained expression on his face as his parents made their way over to us.

Jack definitely had the family resemblance, although his father's hair had grayed and the lines of his face were a little harsher. His mother had darker brunette hair, but there was no doubt Jack had her eyes and mouth.

Although, after two seconds of watching Jack's father stand with his shoulders back and his chin high as he surveyed us, it didn't take me long to see where Jack got some of his more irritating traits.

"We didn't know you were going to be here," said his dad, not bothering to say hi as he looked us up and down again.

"Likewise, Dad."

"So, who's this?" asked his mom, looking to me with a slightly reserved smile as she broke the tension. I couldn't tell if she actually wanted to know, or if she just wanted to change the subject.

"This is Y/N," said Jack, hesitating for half a second before he continued. "My girlfriend."

I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't leap in my chest at his words. I tried not to let it show in my expression, but I wasn't sure I'd been totally convincing.

"I see," said his mother, a polite smile forced onto her face. My stomach sank as I realized she wasn't particularly happy with this situation, and fell even farther when I saw a frown on his dad's face.

"And how exactly did the two of you meet?"

Jack hesitated again, then continued with the story we'd made up for our covers.

"I was at a gala for work. Her father holds a high position in the military, so she was there too, with him. We met, and we hit it off."

I forced a smile onto my own face, leaning into Jack a bit even though we were both tense as a pulled muscle. Of all the times I'd let myself imagine Jack calling me his girlfriend and maybe introducing me to his family (which I hadn't done often), it had never gone anything like this.

"Well, I can't believe you never told us about her, Jack," said his mother, her smile seeming more genuine now. "It's wonderful to see that you've found a nice, respectable young lady to spend your time with, for once."

My eyebrows shot all the way up my forehead, and I felt Jack's grip tighten to almost uncomfortable levels around my waist. His other hand was a fist at his side, but before I could jump in and say anything, his father continued his mother's train of thought.

"It's a wonder a woman of any kind of respectable family would give you the time of day after all the disappointments you've been bringing home lately. You had a senator congratulating you last year, and now you've completely alienated one of my long-time friends and all his connections."

Jack's breathing became labored next to me, and I could feel the stress radiating off of him in waves. I frowned, the scowl only deepening as I caught Jack's mother staring at the floor and shaking her head and his father staring him down with a disapproving scowl.

"Hold on," I said, finally finding my voice after the past few minutes of shock. "Are you talking about Vernon Masters?"

"Of course I am," his dad responded. I opened my mouth to see if he happened to remember that Vernon Masters had recently fallen from public grace (although most of the public wasn't aware of the extent of it, and that he was also a wanted criminal), but he pressed on before I could, directing his comments at Jack more than me. "Not only that, but he had an inquiry into his leadership at the SSR, the first Chief ever to have that questionable of a tenure. Now, he's siding with a bunch of righteous fools who have no idea what they're talking about and are headed for the gutter, and he's going to wind up there with them, dragging us and the family name down, too."

Jack was shaking, and to my surprise, it seemed to be from a turmoil of upset emotions rather than anger. His father's words had an impact on him, and so did his mother's clear agreement with his father, but I didn't wait for any of them to sort out the situation, because I was shaking too. But with rage.

"You listen to me," I hissed, keeping my voice low to avoid throwing a scene but letting every single word drip with venom as I stared down Jack's parents. "Jack Thompson is one of the best men I know. He's sweet and wonderful and smart and strong and yeah, I want to kill him on a semi-regular basis, and there's some things I'm still mad at him for. But in the past year since that senator shook his hand, the wrong hand, he's been doing an absolutely fantastic job growing and leading and standing up for what's right, and it's been amazing to watch him become this wonderful man and leader. And if you disagree, you can go straight to hell, you absolute bastards."

All three Thompsons stared at me in shock, but I didn't care one bit. The anger still boiled in the pit of my stomach, and I knew if I stayed here long enough to get into an argument with Jack's dad, I'd probably just end up hitting him. So, I took Jack's hand from around my waist, and used it to pull him towards the exit.

"Come on, Jack, let's go. We don't need people who aren't going to appreciate you for the man you are now."

I didn't look back once as I tugged Jack out of the ballroom, people jumping out of my way to clear us a path at the fury of my gaze. Not completely the unnoticed exit we'd been shooting for, but I really didn't care anymore.

Once we got outside, we were immediately met by Peggy and Daniel, who'd decided to come in after a few minutes of us being off comms. I quickly brushed them off, since Jack was apparently too stunned to do so, telling them we were fine without filling in any details. I could see they had a thousand more questions they wanted to ask us, but before they got the chance, I brushed past them and pulled Jack towards our car. We'd arrived separately from our fellow agents for the sake of our cover, and now we were going to leave and get a little space from everyone, our friends included.

I was still fuming as I sank into the passenger seat, Jack sliding cautiously into the driver's seat. He kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as he started the car, but I stared straight ahead, trying to get a hold of the whirlwind of emotions warring in my chest.

I was furious at Jack's parents and the things they'd said to him. But now that we were out of there, I was also petrified by the realization I'd basically just confessed my love for Jack, despite a year and a half of trying to hide it. After a few moments of silence as Jack carefully pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Peggy and Daniel behind us, I sighed. I couldn't just ignore the situation, and the longer I waited to address it, the harder it would be.

"Listen, Jack, I'm sorry if that was weird," I started, staring straight ahead and refusing to look at him. "I just... I couldn't take what they were saying to you, and I saw the way it was hitting you, and I just... anyway, I'm sorry."

Jack didn't say anything for a few seconds, and I swear I was on the verge of a heart attack when he at last glanced over at me and spoke.

"Did you mean what you said in there?"

Of all the responses, that definitely wasn't one I was expecting. Jack kept glancing at me, only taking his eyes off the road for a fraction of a second, and I could feel a nervous energy radiating off of him that was nothing like the confidence he usually projected.

"Jack... of course I meant it. I don't think I could've ad-libbed something fake like that if I'd tried, despite my training as an agent."

"You swore," he snorted, at last sounding a little more relaxed. I was just about the only person in the office who didn't swear at least semi-regularly, but facing down Jack's dad, it just came out naturally.

"Yeah, well, your parents are assholes. I guess it brought something out of me," I grumbled. Jack looked over at me again, this time with a grin on his face. For the first time since he'd caught sight of his parents, the familiar, swaggering, ridiculous Jack Thompson that I loved so much was starting to come back.

"So... you think I'm sweet and wonderful?"

I groaned and covered my face, sinking low in my seat. My face was on fire, and I knew if Jack caught sight of my expression, that embarrassment would be reflected in it.

Jack chuckled, and a second later I felt the car roll to a stop. I risked a peek through my fingers to see that we'd pulled off on a side road, and now Jack had turned in his seat to face me. As soon as we made eye contact, I went back to completely covering my face and looked away from him.

"You know, if I didn't know better, Agent Y/L/N, I'd say it seems like you have a crush on me."

"Oh my God," I whined, turning even further away from Jack. I heard him chuckle, then felt his hands gently grip my wrists and tug them away from my face. I just stared at him, totally done with this night and this interaction. My expression apparently only made him happier, as the cheeky smile on his face grew.

"You do, don't you?"

"Shut up, Jack, alright?" I said, looking away from him and out the window and wishing to be anywhere else. "I already get enough crap about it from Peggy and Daniel."

"Wow, 'crap'? Who are you turning into?"

I yanked one of my wrists out of his hand and smacked him in the shoulder, unable to keep a smile off my face despite myself. I huffed a long sigh, mentally trying to figure out how to best get past this situation so Jack and I could keep working together despite my semi-admission, but then he spoke, his voice low and soft and more sincere than I usually heard it.

"I've got a thing for you too, you know. I have for a long time. I just never thought you'd feel the same way."

My attention snapped back to Jack, my eyes searching his face for any hint of teasing or a joke or anything else. I found nothing but plain, open honesty.

"I wasn't... great to you or Peggy when either of you first joined the agency," he continued. "I figured I'd pretty much lost my shot from then on, even if you've been a little more willing to spend time with me lately."

"Jack..." I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest. I reached out and softly cupped his cheek in my hand, and he leaned into my touch, staring at me like he couldn't quite believe I was real. "I've had a thing for you for a while, but... you've grown a lot lately. I meant what I said to your dad, you're somebody who's strong and stands up for what's right. And I also meant what I said about the few things I'm still a little mad about... you definitely made some mistakes in the past year, starting with that Senator after we dealt with Ivchenko and ending with Vernon Masters. But I've gotten to watch you grow and wake up to the bullshit around us and make different choices, and honestly, it's just made me fall harder."

A smile tugged at the corner of Jack's mouth. "Are you sure?"

"Completely."

Jack nodded, taking my hand in his and slowly pulling me closer to him. I tried to stay calm as one arm wrapped around my waist, over the console of the car, and his other hand dropped mine to tilt up my chin instead.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?"

"Hell yes."

Jack laughed, and I beamed back at him as he at last closed the distance between us for a long-awaited, lingering kiss. We stayed like that for a few minutes, locked in each others' embrace, until finally we broke apart, both breathless but with gigantic smiles on our faces.

"You know, we're about to be working extra hours since we didn't find Vernon at this thing," started Jack, looking at me with a gleam in his eye, "but do you think there's any chance of carving out a little time in the schedule for me to take you on a real date?"

I beamed back at him, my heart exploding in my chest, this time from happiness rather than anger or embarrassment.

"Absolutely."

"Good. How about tomorrow? I'll pick you up from work at eight," he said, moving to start the car again. I leaned back in my seat happily, reaching over the console to grab his hand once we started rolling again.

"How are you going to pick me up from a place we'll both be at all day?"

He shrugged. "I'll find a way. So how about it, sweetheart?"

I grinned. "As long as you don't take me to that terrible place you recommended to Peggy and Daniel last month."

"Hey now. That place is fantastic, they just have awful taste."

"Mhm. Deal or no deal, Thompson?"

"Fine, deal." I squeezed Jack's hand, unable to stop the happy gesture as we cruised down the street together in companionable silence. After a few seconds, however, Jack spoke up again. "So does this mean you're gonna swear all the time now? Because I made a bet with Sousa-"

"No! It was a heat of the moment thing, it's not happening again."

"...What if I gave you a script to say to Sousa? Just a couple words?"

"No shot, Jack! You're just going to have to take the loss to Daniel."

Jack kept teasing me, trying to cajole me into helping him win his bet with Daniel, but I just laughed and turned him down. We kept joking and talking all the way back into town, until he dropped me off at home and walked me to the door, giving me a goodnight kiss like we'd just come back from a perfect first date. Which, I guess for SSR Agents, we kind of had.

We hadn't found Vernon Masters tonight, or any of his cronies, and I'd been about two seconds from physically assaulting my long-time crush's father. But Jack and I were going on a date tomorrow, and we had plenty of time to figure out all the other stuff, together. So as far as I was concerned, tonight had been an absolutely amazing night.

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Shenanigans

Words: 812

Pairing: Jack Thompson x Reader

A/N: I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN OMG!

Request: Hey! Can I send in a request? Maybe Jack Thompson or Captain Kirk with the prompt "Of course we're best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans."? No worries if you're not feeling it! Hope you're doing wonderful! - @captainsophiestark

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“Remind me why we’re here again?” Jack’s voice came from beside you.

“To work?” you replied as you shifted in the car seat.

“This is the most boring stakeout I’ve ever been on.”

“Are you calling me boring?” you joked, turning towards him.

“The company isn’t boring but the stakeout is.” he re-phrased “Happy now?”

“You know me. Of course I am.” you fixed your eyes back on the building in front of you “How about we just go inside?”

“Y/N, no.”

“Why? We’re clearly getting so much information from here.” you said sarcastically.

“And how would we go inside? What would we even do?”

“We could pretend to be looking for directions. Look.” you pulled out a map from the glove compartment “We can just say we’re looking for somewhere random on the map and hope they give us directions.”

“You forget they’ve seen me before.”

“Just shove some sunglasses on and take off your jacket. Perfect disguise.”

The man rolled his eyes “How the hell are we best friends?”

“No one else would put up with our shenanigans so we have each other.”

“Our shenanigans huh? Please as if I contribute-”

“Remember when it was your idea to prank the whole office with the out of date milk-”

“Alright, alright.” he tried to shush you with a smile on his face “but you agreed to help me.” he pointed his finger at you playfully.

“That’s what I mean, our shenanigans. We couldn’t really do it without each other.”

“How did we even end up friends in the first place?” he questioned how it all started but soon remembered. “That’s right, you hated me.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that you hated me. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me. Saw me as dirt, the same way you first reacted to Peggy.”

“I’ve never seen you as dirt. It just took me way longer than it should have to realise that women can work just as well, or even better than men in this sort of work.”

“Thanks Jack, you’re a real charmer there.”

“At least I’m admitting I was wrong.” he nudged you slightly “That’s a big one for me.”

“I suppose.” you laughed remembering the early days “then we worked together a bunch and practically became inseparable.” 

“I wouldn’t change it for the world. I think you’re probably one of the best colleagues I’ve worked with.”

“Alright, no need to go that far Chief Thompson. That’d be favoritism in the workplace.”

“I think they already know we're friends Y/N.God some of them even think we’re something more.”

You genuinely laughed “I knew it was only a matter of time. Hey why can’t a man and woman be friends without people assuming they’re dating each other? If it were two men or two women they wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”

“I suppose it’s because they can’t see themselves being friends with the opposite sex without anything else happening.”

“Gross.” you huffed.

There was a silence as the two of you watched the building but Jack was the first to break it. “How about we grab dinner?”

“Are you asking me on a date!”

“Y/N, god no. I’m just hungry alright? Would it even be that bad if I did?”

“Did you not just hear our last conversation?” 

“I did alright. I like you Y/N but we’re friends.” he was panicking, he did like you slightly more than a friend sometimes but to him your friendship was more important and he’d never want to do anything to jeopardize it. 

“Best friends I think you’d find.” you smiled at the man sincerely, you liked the man, of course you how could you not? There had been nights the two of you had been in the office late and you’d fallen asleep and he’d tucked you up. He’d saved your life on multiple occasions and you’d saved his. He’d also been very protective of you when other men had made seedy moves on you. Honestly, you’d love to be in a relationship with him and it was probably the reason none of your relationships had worked out so far.

“We can go for food, or a date or whatever if we get this stakeout over and done with sooner rather than later.” you offered.

His heart bounced out of his chest. What did you just say? “How about we just go inside then? Get this over with?”

“I love the change of heart.” you passed the man his sunglasses and gave him a tap on the shoulder before getting out of the car. 

He scrambled out and flung his jacket from his body frantically before popping the glasses on and linking his arm with yours. “Let's go ask for directions darling.”

You laughed, you had to admit you did love undercover work with him “Sure thing.”

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Necessary Evils (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: As they await news of Michael Carter's surgery, (Y/N) and Jack discuss her unwanted connection to Arnim Zola and the feel of foreboding that the former Hydra doctor left in his wake.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader, Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there! This week's surprise one-shot is gonna explore a little of Specs' whereabouts in the aftermath of Bucky Barnes' death in The First Avenger and we're gonna have some great moments between her and Jack, so buckle up! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Necessary Evils January 1948 Los Angeles County Hospital, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“I got you some tea from the hospital’s cafeteria.” (Y/N) was pulled out of her silent reverie by Jack taking a seat beside her and offering her a disposable paper cup, the concerned gleam in her boyfriend’s blue eyes accompanied by the smallest of smiles for her benefit. “Earl Grey and two teaspoons of honey; I know how much it helps when you get one of your stress headaches.”

(Y/N), touched by his thoughtful gesture, reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She reached for the cup and after taking a long sip, she sat back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a frustrated sigh. “I hate this. The longer the surgery takes, the more I’d like to burst into that operating room and re-arrest that Nazi bastard before he tries anything funny with Michael.”

Beside her, Jack nodded as he patiently listened to her threats and threw Peggy – who was anxiously pacing across the hospital waiting room while Daniel unsuccessfully attempted to talk her into sitting down – a furtive glance before replying, “I don’t think this Zola guy would risk a lifetime imprisonment or execution by trying to bump off Carter mid-surgery, Specs. I mean, Stark and half a dozen MP’s are watchin’ him and the neurosurgeons like hawks as we speak, and he’s not gonna jeopardize the sweet deal the JIOA cut for him for something as low-stakes as this.”

“I wouldn’t call any of this ‘low-stakes,’ Flyboy,” (Y/N) murmured, looking around the fully-occupied waiting room and reflexively tightening her grip on her cup of tea; she, Jack, Peggy, Daniel, and the Jarvises, along with over a dozen uniformed SOE officers and SSR officials, were gathered at Los Angeles County Hospital for the long-awaited surgery that would theoretically restore Michael Carter’s mind to what it was before the brainwashing that Hydra subjected him to during the war. Several of the SOE officers served alongside Michael and had volunteered to travel from England to be with their fellow soldier in his time of need, but Peggy was understandably the most concerned of them all; Michael made his younger sister promise not to contact their parents about his staged death in 1941 and sudden reappearance until it was confirmed that the dangerous surgery was a success, wanting to prevent Harrison and Amanda Carter another heartbreak on the off-chance that Arnim Zola and the team of neurosurgeons failed and he passed away on the operating table. The Carter siblings spent several minutes alone with one another before they wheeled Michael into the operating room and since then, Peggy hadn’t been able to stay still. I’d be the same way if Freddie’s life were in the hands of that Nazi son of a bitch, (Y/N) thought to herself and one of her hands moved upwards to caress the locket containing her deceased brother’s photograph as she sympathetically watched Peggy continue to pace.

“You know what I mean.” Jack scooted closer to her side and when she finally looked over at him, the look of concern in his blue eyes was as prominent as ever. “Look, I get why Peggy’s taking all this personally…but I can’t figure why you are, too. You can talk to me, baby…” His hand moved to rest on her shoulder, and (Y/N) could feel the comforting warmth of his touch through the thin material of her blouse. “Whatever you’ve gotta say, I’m here. And if you don’t feel up to talkin’ just yet, then I’ll still be right here with you.”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze to her lap and spent several moments mustering the strength to speak, her voice wavering as she recalled some of the darkest moments of the war, the ones that she wished she could forget forever but sadly never could. “I helped capture Zola. I was deployed with the Howlies in the Swiss Alps, and we were tasked with finding and capturing Zola to interrogate him about Schmidt’s plans. Morita intercepted several radio transmissions from Hydra and after I decoded them, we had confirmation that Zola was on a train scheduled to travel through the same mountain pass that we were navigating. Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I used a zip chord to get onto the train while it was still in motion; Steve and Bucky left to secure the front train cars while Gabe and I stayed on the roof as their back-up, and that’s…that’s when…”

Her boyfriend rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he looked over at her. “That was the mission that Sergeant Barnes didn’t survive, wasn’t it?” She nodded, her eyes still diligently trained on the dark blue material of her trousers, but she could feel his compassionate gaze on her as he continued. “Barnes died a hero to his country. The bastard turned against Schmidt to save his own skin, and Cap and the SSR were able to end Hydra and the war. That’s gotta bring you and the rest of the Howling Commandos some satisfaction, right?”

“It did…” (Y/N) admitted, but she tightly pursed her lips as she recalled the aftermath of the fateful mission to capture Zola alive. “Right up until his interrogation, that is.”

The tunnels below the London headquarters of the Strategic Scientific Reserve echoed with the sound of (Y/N)’s standard-issue heels making contact with the stone floor as she approached one of many interrogation cells; her fingers tightly clutched the classified file in her hands in an effort to contain her swirling emotions but judging by the apprehensive expressions on the stationed MP’s faces whenever she passed by, she was doing a poor job of masking her true feelings.

“As requested, a copy of my mission report to D.C.,” (Y/N) announced as she came to a stop before Colonel Phillips, and she arched a brow at the tray of food he was holding. “Hungry?”

“Zola surrendered and didn’t try to do himself in with cyanide, so I figured that the usual interrogation techniques might not work on this wack-job. He should count himself lucky; I’ve got over a dozen SSR agents chomping at the bit to finally get their hands on a live Hydra operative.”

Just as Colonel Phillips balanced the tray on one hand to reach for the file, (Y/N) tightened her grip on it and blurted out, “Colonel, I need to go in there with you.”

“Agent (Y/L/N), you and the rest of the 107th tactical team have my condolences for Sergeant Barnes’ death, but I can’t allow you any access to-”

“Respectfully, Colonel, you’re the commanding officer of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; you can directly authorize an agent access to as many high-security prisoners as you deem necessary, correct? I’m only requesting access to one.”

“You don’t get to tell me how to do my job, Agent.” The sharp tone in the older man’s voice conflicted with the uncharacteristic compassion emanating from his dark brown gaze. “I’ll authorize you access to the observation room, but that’s it.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain composed, but there was nothing she could do to keep her voice from trembling with barely-restrained grief. “Colonel, the man on the other side of that door is the reason my friend and God knows how many Allied soldiers are dead. I…I need to do all I can to ensure that he gives us all the intel we need to take Hydra down. I need to help end this war once and for all.”

In contrast with the strained working relationships he shared with Peggy and Howard, Colonel Chester Phillips seemed to have a soft spot for (Y/N) since the moment she was loaned out to the SSR from the OSS; Peggy often speculated that it was because she reminded him of his granddaughter back home and although she’d never admit it aloud, (Y/N) considered him to be the father-figure she’d always longed for. They got along with one another but more importantly, they shared a mutual respect and it was that respect that seemingly compelled the older man into finally giving her a relenting nod. With a brief command from Colonel Phillips, the MP stationed nearby opened the door and after taking a deep breath, (Y/N) followed the colonel into the interrogation cell.

A dim light from an overhead fixture illuminated the sparsely decorated cell, and the Swiss doctor whirled around to face them both as they sat down at the interrogation table; a surge of pleasure rippled through (Y/N) when she observed his colorless face and the way his hands anxiously fiddled with the sleeves of his prisoner’s uniform, and she maintained eye-contact with him as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat. Colonel Phillips set the tray of food down onto the table and spun it around before gesturing towards the unoccupied chair across from them. “Sit down.”

With obvious trepidation, Zola followed his order and sat, his brow arching as he looked down at the steak, potatoes, broccoli and glass of milk laid out before him. “What is this?”

“Steak.”

“What is in it?”

“Cow!” Colonel Phillips looked incredulously between (Y/N) and Zola. “Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?”

The Swiss doctor shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

Taken aback by (Y/N)’s pointed question, Zola fidgeted in his seat and replied, “It disagrees with me.”

“How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?”

While Zola’s brow furrowed in confusion, Colonel Phillips spun the tray back around and used the utensils to begin cutting into the steak as (Y/N) continued. “Every Hydra agent that we’ve tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we can stop him, but not you.”

The colonel hummed in agreement as he feasted on the tray of food, raising his fork in the air and glancing over at (Y/N) with a look of exaggerated curiosity on his wrinkled face. “Here’s my brilliant theory, Agent (Y/L/N): he wants to live.”

“You’re trying to intimidate me, Colonel.” Zola’s beady eyes flicked between them as a sheen of sweat slowly covered his balding head, obviously growing anxious under the strain of his imprisonment and their unconventional interrogation.

Colonel Phillips scoffed. “We bought you dinner. Why don’t we cut to the chase and show Doctor Zola here what’s in that file?”

While the colonel cut the steamed potatoes into quarters, (Y/N) withdrew a single piece of paper from the file and slid it across the table, her red-lacquered nails drumming on the tabletop as she watched the Swiss doctor read the typed mission report aloud. “‘…and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland…’”

“I sent that message to Washington this morning. Of course, it was encoded.” (Y/N) leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop, and fixed Zola with an unwavering stare. “You guys haven’t broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward.”

Zola’s expression remained neutral, but the lines between his brows were visibly deeper and she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head while he carefully considered his predicament. “Schmidt will know this is a lie.”

“He’s going to kill you anyway, doc.” Colonel Phillips punctuated his blunt reply with a shrug. “You’re a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone and the last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend, so I wouldn’t count on the very best of protection.” The sound of Bucky’s scream as he fell from the train and into the deep chasm below played on a loop in (Y/N)’s mind, forcing her to dig her nails into the skin of her palms to keep from reacting, an action she was no stranger to as a woman serving in a secretive branch of the Allied armed forces but one that she hated having to perform in the wake of her friend’s death. “It’s you or Schmidt; it’s just the hand you’ve been dealt.”

The Swiss doctor, taking note of the colonel’s grim tone and the obvious tension in (Y/N)’s shoulders, huffed out a humorless chuckle before nodding once and stating, “Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him.”

“You do realize that’s nuts, don’t you?”

Shaking his head, Zola huffed out a humorless chuckle at the colonel’s comment. “The sanity of the plan is of no consequence.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he can do it!”

(Y/N), losing patience with Zola and his feeble attempts at providing them with answers, snapped out, “What’s his target?”

When Zola’s beady eyes focused on hers, a shiver of foreboding traveled up (Y/N)’s spine and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to look away as he simply replied, “His target…is everywhere.”

“He told us everything we needed to know; the exact coordinates of Schmidt’s secret base in the Alps, a detailed run-down of Schmidt’s plan to bomb over half a dozen of the world’s largest cities, how much time we had before Hydra’s scheduled attack on New York…and within twenty-four hours, Schmidt was dead and Hydra was finally defeated.” (Y/N)’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her now-empty cup and she was leaning against Jack’s side, taking comfort in her boyfriend’s sturdy form as she spoke in the lowest tone she could and kept a wary eye on Peggy across the waiting room. “But there was something about his eyes, like he knew some big secret that the colonel and I could never understand, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something we missed.” Swallowing thickly, she finally looked over at Jack and met his empathetic gaze. “That’s crazy, right?”

Jack shook his head. “Definitely not. Listen, Specs, we might’ve both served on opposite ends of the world, but all the horrible shit we saw and lived through during the war? It hasn’t broken us. We’re still here, and our experiences matter because they’re what shaped us into the people we are today: people who dedicated their lives to making this screwed-up world a better place.” The corner of his lip curved into a small smile as he affectionately bumped the side of her head with his own. “You were the one who taught me that.”

Looking into his clear blue eyes, (Y/N) felt the stiffness in her shoulders begin to melt away and she couldn’t fight the smile that slowly made its way onto her face. “I’m a pretty good teacher, aren’t I?”

“Oh, hands-down, the smartest and most gorgeous teacher I’ve ever had.” Her boyfriend’s flirtatious wink forced (Y/N) to mask her giggle with a cough and flash several of the waiting room’s occupants an apologetic look while he quietly continued. “If you think that Zola’s up to no good, then I believe you. There’s no easy way to handle a situation as delicate as Operation Paperclip; all we can do is our best and in this case, the best that we can do is to keep a close eye on him and every other scumbag Nazi scientist that they’ve recruited. How’s that sound, Specs?”

She took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. “Like a pretty solid game plan, Flyboy.”

Before either of them could say another word, the double doors leading into the hospital’s operating room swung open and Howard strode into the waiting room, a grin on his face as he made a bee-line over to where Peggy stood. “Michael’s been wheeled into a recovery room and all preliminary signs are pointin’ to a successful operation. Your brother’s gonna be just fine, Peg.”

The younger woman’s anxious expression was overtaken by a look of overwhelming relief and she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the inventor in a tight hug. The rest of the waiting room collectively released the grateful breath that they’d been holding for hours and while the SOE officers and SSR officials talked amongst themselves, Jack wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss onto her temple; she closed her eyes and as she took comfort in her boyfriend’s supportive touch, she spoke a silent word of thanks to the universe for Michael’s successful surgery and for sending her a supportive and understanding partner in the form of Jack Grant Thompson.

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A/N: They're gonna have their hands full keeping an eye on Zola and the other Hydra scientists 👀 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

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Agent Carter Soundtrack -- 2/18

1x02 BRIDGE AND TUNNEL

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M's Marvel Thought of the Day

Daniel Sousa, now settled in the 21st century, looks up what happened to his friends from his own timeline.

Daisy had already gently broken the news about Peggy's death to him. They visited her grave site and talked about the adventures and missions the two had been on.

He read the case file on Howard and Maria Stark's death, the Winter Solider case and knowledge of who he was sending him for a loop. He'd met Sergeant Barnes once, that day when he thought he would die on the battle field. He had never been Howard's biggest fan but no one deserved that.

He read the obituaries of Ana and Edwin Jarvis, found they were buried in New York, side by side as they'd been in life. He left pink flowers - Ana's favourite colours of peonies - on their grave, and thanked them for their friendship and support.

There had been two people he'd been somewhat surprised to find out were still alive and unbelievably in the same old people's home in DC. He'd been unsure whether visiting would be a good idea but after some gentle investigating from Daisy and Mack, he found himself entering a rec room. There was various elderly people around, reading newspapers or napping in high backed armchairs. But no-one looked familiar. Daisy squeezed his hand before getting the attention of one of the nurses, who led them around the corner of the room.

As they make their approach when Daniel hears a far too familiar voice, making him stop in his tracks.

"Ha! Got you again Thompson, pay up!" Rose Roberts, with now grey hair but with the same thick glasses, smirked triumphantly across the top of the checkers board.

The older man across the table groaned. "We go through this every damn day Rose. Can we go back to Chess?" Daniel took in the older man he'd known a life time ago, hair still slicked back in the way it had always been. A cane leant against the wall behind him and he coughed after laughing at Rose's comeback.

"Chief Thompson? Agent Roberts?" The nurse asked drawing their attention. "You have some visitors."

Both former agents looked across to see Daniel standing with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Fucking hell..."

"What the hell..." Their voices overlapped suddenly.

"Hey Rose, hey Jack." Daniel said stepping forward. Rose struggled to her feet, using the table to leverage herself up.

"Chief? Is that really you?" Rose looked up at him, his arms coming up to help balance her.

"It's me. It's good to see you Rose." And he found himself engulfed in her arms, wrapping his back around her and holding her tight. "God it's good to see you Rose."

"How the hell are you here?" She said as she looked back up to him. "And who's the beautiful woman you brought with you?" She fixed him with that same mischievous look she used to shoot at him all the time after glancing to Daisy who stood off to the side. Always so invested in his love life, so he chuckled.

"I can explain everything I promise. Why don't we sit?" He helped her back to her chair, glancing across to Jack who had his hand's in fists on the other side of the table. "Hi Thompson."

"Who are you?" He demanded. "You're sure as hell not Daniel Sousa. He died in...55." He paused remembering the exact year. "We buried him. We... mourned him. You sure as hell aren't him."

"I can explain that I am Jack."

"I am 102, not stupid." Rose scoffed, making both men turn to her.

"Jack do be serious. What about Rogers? He came back to Peg did he not?"

"How can we be sure? It may be some traitor. Davey was telling me just the other day about those shape shifting aliens Fury was palling around with..." Jack started saying.

"How about this Jack? I'll prove it to you." The older man looked puzzled but let him continue. "Before you went to Russia with Carter, met the Howling Commandoes when we were investigating Stark. You tricked me in the locker room, into seeing Carter changing. You asked me to get your compass from..."

"Locker 42." Jack finished his sentence and looked Daniel up and down, his gaze resting on the prosthetic leg.

"I've still only got one leg but the future makes a better prosthetic than Stark by a mile." Daniel joked, and Jack stood at that, pulling Daniel into a hug that he was not expecting. "It's good to see you too Jack."

They sat back down, chairs pulled up for Daniel and Daisy, as they told the story of faking his death, and pulling him out of time. Of their adventures into space and the weird and wacky things he'd discovered in the 21st Century.

They told him stories from their own lives after his death, cases he'd missed out on, Howard's ridiculousness. Peggy's rise to power. The three old friends spoke fondly of her, recalling stories from throughout the time they spent with her.

Rose grilled him and Daisy on their story and relationship, telling Daisy all the embarrassing things that Daniel had been happy to leave behind in the 50's. The unlikely pair giggled and formed a friendship.

Rose told her stories of her first and second marriage, her daughter, son-in-law and grandson who would visit every weekend.

Jack had been married when Daniel died, to Peggy's lovely personal secretary Ruth who knew how to put him in his place. They'd only had a daughter the year or two before Daniel supposedly died. Jack talked about how they'd gone on to have three more daughters, now had 8 grandchildren, including a grandson who had joined SHIELD recently (Daniel promised to keep an eye out for him). Then, his Ruth had passed a few years ago and Daniel expressed his condolences.

At that moment, a young boy, probably 5-years-old barrelled into the room and to Jack's side. "Pops, Pops!"

"Hey there, Danny. How's my favourite guy?" With surprising strength for a man of his years, Jack swung the young man up till he was sat on his knee.

"I'm good! Momma's coming now." He pointed to where a pretty blonde was making her way across the room, shaking her head as she stooped to kiss Jack on the cheek and ruffle her son's head.

"Sorry Grandpa, the traffic was horrendous." She greeted Rose much the same way, passing her a package. "Fudge from that place on 4th for your Rose, Danny over there insisted." She turned to the guests who sat between them. "Hello, I'm Ruthy." She shook their hands.

"Ruthy, this is Daniel and Daisy. Daniel, Daisy, my granddaughter Ruthy and her son, Danny." Jack smirked at Sousa as his great-grandson played with the watch on his wrist.

"Danny? Huh." Was the only thing Daniel came up with as he watched an old friend acting like a goofy grandparent.

"Yeah, Grandpa had a friend called Daniel who saved his life a bunch of times when he was younger. Used to tell us stories all about Sousa and Carter and their adventures. We never believed him until we found out where he worked." Ruthy filled in nonchalantly, sitting on the opposite side of the table, digging through her bag to produce a water bottle for her son unaware of the look on Daniel's face. Jack smirked massively. "Here, Grandpa. I managed to grab that album from storage that you wanted." She handed across a large leather bound photo album to the older man, who flipped through a few pages.

"Here you go Daisy, you'll like this one." Jack smirked, that old charming smile creeping onto his face as he passed the now open book across to her, Daniel peering over her shoulder and scoffing.

"Woah." Ruth finally looked up, glancing at the photo and then back up to Daniel and back again. "Well. I cannot believe it took me that long. I knew you looked familiar. I thought it was just Quake that had me thinking that."

Daisy smirked. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Oh I've worked at Stark Industries for a long time, I'm so used to superheroes and weird tech not much surprises me anymore. You see Tony Stark walking round in Iron-Man pants one too many times and you get over stuff pretty quickly." She levelled Daniel with a look. "Time travel huh?"

"Yes. But I haven't seen these in literal years." He said his hand tapped a few photos. One from the first day of opening the first SHIELD base, Thompson and Howard Stark stood either side of Peggy and Daniel. Another of Peggy, Daniel and Rose throwing confetti at Jack's wedding. One of Daniel and Thompson with Peggy on her Wedding Day. An outtake of that one where Howard was attempting to jumping into frame and Jarvis dragging him out, while the three of them laughed lay below it.

He could still picture that party, he could hear the band playing, memories of Peggy dancing with Rogers, happy and content. He remembered how happy he was for her.

Daisy squeezed his knee beneath the table and brought him back to the present. He pressed a kiss to her temple and continued the conversation. They had coffee and cake and Rose shared her fudge. Daisy made lunch trolley roll across the room, making Jack's great-grandson shriek in delighted laughs and push it back into a position where she could do it again and again.

They left hours later and Daniel felt more settled than he had done in a long time. Daisy squeezed his hand as they drove away.

They'd return to visit every time they were in town, which was more often these days now SHIELD HQ was there, sometimes together, sometimes alone. They met all of both of their families, attended Ruth's 100th birthday. Brought presents for Daniel's namesake's birthday.

When Daisy and Daniel tied the knot, two reserved seats on the front row of the groom's side were filled my two of his oldest friends some of their families just a couple rows back. They 'snuck' them into new SHIELD HQ to see all the new tech and planes, the memorial wall that included people they'd known a lifetime ago.

Daniel loved the future, loved living his life alongside Daisy and her family. But knowing his friends were there, getting to spend time with them was an unexpected but valuable thing for him. It gave him a link to the past, someone to shoot the breeze with, with some similar experiences from the past. A taste of a previous life he was grateful for as he lived his new one.

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Workplaces Are Not For Kissing

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 15 of 31

Words: 1,149

Summary: A bout of jealousy (and some meddling from Daniel) finally pushes Peggy to make a move on you, who she's been (not so) secretly pining for. 

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Peggy watched through the slats in the blinds of the chief’s office as you spoke to one of the agents in the bullpen, and he was obviously flirting with you. It didn’t seem like you were showing any interest back, but she still didn’t like the sight. But even if you were flirting with Agent Wilner, it wouldn’t matter, because you and Peggy weren’t together.

She could feel her jaw tighten as the agent slipped you a piece of paper, clearly with his phone number on it, and she didn’t even notice the door open. “You’re staring at Y/N again.” A pink tinge crossed her cheeks as she looked up to see Daniel standing in the doorway, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her.

She straightened her posture, trying not to let her embarrassment show. “I’m not.”

“Sure Peggy, and my name is Jack Thompson,” Daniel said as he stepped further into the room and closed the door. “You know that if you just asked her out, you wouldn’t have to stare at her all the time like that.”

“I know,” she said, finally tearing her eyes away from you in the bullpen. “But-”

“But what?” Daniel cut him off. “It’s not like she works at the SSR, even though she’s here pretty often. And I happen to know for a fact that despite the fact that she’s his personal assistant, she has no interest in Howard.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but didn’t get a chance to before the door opened once more, and you walked in. “I have some files that Howard asked me to give to you guys,” you said. “I was going to just file them myself so I didn’t bother anyone, but Agent Wilner informed me I couldn’t do that.”

“Peggy can help you with those!” Daniel said brightly, and Peggy shot him a glare that (thankfully) you didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh I don’t want to be a bother,” you said. “I can also come back if this isn’t a good time.”

“Don’t worry, now is the perfect time,” Daniel said, a smile on his face that Peggy wanted to make disappear. He was being way too obvious, and soon you were going to start asking questions if he didn’t tone it down.

You smiled, stepping back outside the office to collect the stacks of paperwork that had been left on a table, and Peggy turned back to Daniel. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“And you’re so lovesick. I’m just trying to help,” he said, and she just playfully rolled her eyes in response. She knew his intentions were pure, she just wanted to not rush things with you. And yeah, maybe she was a little nervous about actually acting on her feelings. People around her sometimes found themselves in situations that were dangerous and even fatal, and in no way did she want to potentially put you in that kind of trouble.

Peggy stepped back out into the bullpen and took half of the files from your arms. The two of you fell into step beside each other as you made your way to the back of the office. The setup of the LA office was a little different than it had been in New York, and their collection of older files was a little farther away. The files in your arms were full of information about Howard’s brush with the law (and the thankfully avoided mass destruction) that took place last year, and it would be joining all of the other information the SSR had obtained about the incident, which now was up to three boxes. Since Howard moved out to LA, all files regarding him and that incident were moved to the LA SSR, and the collection was still growing.

The file room’s shelves were full of perfectly labeled boxes sitting on them, some collecting more dust than others. The actual putting away of the files took almost no time at all, and soon an awkward silence had blanketed the small space as the two of you worked on putting the boxes back where they had previously been.

And that silence only grew when her hand brushed yours, before you pulled it away. “I’m sorry,” she heard you say, likely because you thought you had gotten too close to Peggy.

“Don’t be,” Peggy said, hoping that she didn’t look nervous either. “This is a small space.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a short laugh escaping your mouth. “Secluded too. Howard would have a field day if his office had somewhere like this.”

This was clearly an attempt to lighten the mood, and Peggy smiled. “Really?”

“Of course,” you said. “We would have to clean it daily.”

Now Peggy laughed for real, and you joined in. “I’m glad we don’t have any of that here,” she said.

“No scandal at the SSR?” you said playfully, and suddenly Peggy realized how close she was to you. She shook her head, and you laughed. “Want to be the first?”

You were really close now, and she was not unhappy about it. Despite your forward words, it was her that made the first move physically, and she reached down to take your hand. Clearly you felt the same way about her that she did about you, and she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

Your eyes did all the talking for a brief moment, and then your lips pressed to hers as everything in the entire world stopped (for Peggy at least). Ignoring the fact that anyone could walk into this room right now and see you two, Peggy allowed herself to get lost in the moment.

It was over much too soon for her liking, and you just smiled at her as you placed the last box of Howard’s files back where it had been on the shelf. “Do you want to go out for dinner with me?” you asked, a hopeful look on your face breaking through your cool exterior.

In response, Peggy leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. “Of course,” she said.

“Pick you up at seven? I already know where you live.”

Peggy laughed at the idea of you showing up to Howard’s house, and an image of Howard and the Jarvises acting like protective older siblings accompanied it. She knew that Ana and Edwin loved and cared for you as much as they did her, so no amount of false intimidation would get through, and no you would probably smile at their attempt to make you worry about what might happen to you if you brought Peggy back too late. “That sounds lovely,” she said.

She would probably have to thank Daniel for practically forcing her into the room with you, but that would happen in due time. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the memory of your lips on hers. 

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Consequences Be Damned

Angie Martinelli x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 15 Prompt: "Fine, explain it to me."

Summary: Angie doesn't know about her girlfriend's job with the SSR, but she's about to find out.

Word Count: 1,763

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: In my happy world of fic, homophobia doesn't exist and isn't a factor in the 1940s.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Jack, this might have been the best idea you've ever had."

Jack Thompson, the Chief of the SSR and one of my best friends, scoffed as we pushed through the doors of the Automat and headed for a table. I gave him a shit-eating grin as we took seats at our usual booth.

For the past two weeks, we'd been taking multi-hour trips to the Automat from the office, both for food and a change of scenery to do a bunch of work that needed to get done for the SSR. Jack had first suggested it when we'd both been going crazy working hours and hours on end at the office, with some of my least favorite coworkers no less, and we'd quickly made it a regular habit.

Once we'd set up at our table, I glanced towards the counter. To my delight, I saw my girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, on shift.

When Jack had first suggested this place, I'd been excited about seeing my girlfriend while I was at work, even though she couldn't know the details of my job. I'd been unlucky every day so far in missing her, but today the bad luck streak had finally run out.

"I'll be right back," I said to Jack, scooting down the booth to stand. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I explained. "I'm going to go put in our order."

Jack glanced towards the counter and grinned as soon as he saw Angie.

"You mean you're gonna go say hi to your girlfriend?"

"Oh absolutely."

"You know, we're supposed to be at work right now, Y/L/N," he called after me, a teasing smile on his face. I just waved him off.

When I'd started at the SSR, Jack and I had been anything but friends. But then Peggy and Daniel had spent all day every day pining after each other, and Jack and I had called a temporary truce to set them up. In the process, we'd actually become really good friends, and had stayed that way after successfully setting up Peggy and Daniel. We still gave each other shit all the time, but now it was in a friendly way.

I beamed as I walked up to the counter, leaning against it and waiting for Angie to turn around and notice me. A moment later, she did, but she didn't smile like I'd been expecting her to.

"You trying to put in an order?" There was no warmth in her voice.

"Uh... I guess, but I actually came over here to say hi to you!"

"Hi. Now what'll it be?"

I frowned, waiting for Angie to tell me she was messing with me or explain that a customer had really pissed her off or something. It never came.

"Angie, what's wrong?" I asked, leaning forward across the counter and lowering my voice a bit. "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, alright? Forget it."

With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, out of reach of any customers. At least, out of reach for any customers who had any regard for the rules.

I walked right around the counter and followed Angie into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder exactly once to see Jack staring at me with a look that clearly said, What the hell? I just waved him off, my undivided attention returning to my girlfriend who stood on the other side of the room.

I crossed the room quickly, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Angie's shoulder once I reached her. She whipped around, shaking off my hand and glaring.

"Angie, please talk to me," I said, keeping my voice low enough that hopefully no one else in the kitchen could hear us. "Why are you so upset?"

"Why? Gee, I guess I should be sorry for being so upset that you walked in here with your boyfriend."

My whole brain stalled for what felt like a full minute. Angie had already started moving away from me again, and I called after her.

"My what?"

"You know, that blond handsome guy you've been coming here on lunch dates with for the past two weeks?" She turned back to me, on a roll now that I couldn't have interrupted even if my brain had been functioning. "Just because I haven't been here to see it doesn't mean I'm completely stupid. My coworkers talk, you know. And now you come in here with him while I'm supposed to wait on you?"

"Angie, no!" I finally managed, my brain restarting at last. "It's not like that at all!"

"Oh really?"

"Really. Angie, really, seriously, you don't get it at all. It's nothing like what you think."

"Fine, explain it to me. If it's not what I think, then explain to me what it really is."

She crossed her arms and stared me down, waiting for my explanation. I could tell her Jack was my boss, or even just my coworker, but that probably wouldn't get me off the hook. It wasn't normal for male and female coworkers to take long lunch breaks together, and outside of our jobs in the SSR, almost no male and female coworkers would be working shoulder to shoulder on the same kind of content Jack and I were.

I needed to tell her the truth. More importantly, I wanted to tell her the truth. I loved Angie, and even though it would be a long time before we talked about marriage or anything like that, I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She should know what I do, SSR protocol be damned.

Without giving myself time to second-guess, I grabbed Angie's arm and dragged her towards the door in the back of the kitchen.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

I didn't respond, and Angie at least trusted me enough that she didn't put up any more of a fight. Once we made it outside, I glanced up and down the alley, making sure no one else was out here to overhear us. Lucky for me, there wasn't.

I turned back to Angie, who watched me with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. I sighed.

Being an SSR agent was a top secret job, one we weren't supposed to share with anyone. But I'd made up my mind anyway. Besides, this problem had come about because of Jack, so he'd just have to deal with the consequences of my girlfriend knowing.

"Okay, this is going to sound insane, but I need you to hear me out." Angie just waited as I took a deep breath, then began. "I don't really work at the phone company. I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. I'm an agent, and the man who I've been here with is the Chief. He's my friend, and nothing more, and we've been coming here to escape some of the idiots in our office while we work on a case that's been top priority for the past few weeks."

I could see Angie's thoughts written clearly on her face as she struggled to square the fact that she loved me and generally trusted me with the fact that what I was saying was basically unbelievable.

"Y/N..."

"Look." I pulled out my badge and presented it to her proudly, and her face went from deep thought to pleased shock.

"That's... incredible!"

She looked up at me with bright, shining eyes, her mouth open slightly in shock but also tilted in a small smile. I beamed back at her.

"I'm glad you think so. And Angie, just so it's perfectly clear and on the record... I love you. I would never ever go behind your back like that, and I have absolutely no interest in anybody that's not you."

Angie smiled. "I know that. I'm sorry, I just... you've been working so hard, we haven't seen each other much, and I let my coworkers get to me. I love you, and I trust you."

I smiled, then leaned forward to give Angie a soft kiss. We broke apart after a second, both glowing with happiness even in this grimy restaurant alley. Three guesses who busted in to ruin the moment.

"Y/L/N, what the hell are you doing?"

I looked over Angie's shoulder to find Jack standing just outside the door, arms spread wide and an incredulous look on his face. She turned to look at him too, and his gaze drifted to her before coming back to me.

"My girlfriend thought we were dating. I told her we weren't."

"...And you had to rush out into a back alley to say that?"

"Well, I might've also told her I work for the SSR."

Jack stared at me, his eyes widening and his nostrils flaring as he took a long, deep breath. When he let it out, his shoulders slumped, and he just closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Of course you did." He turned to Angie, his gaze hard. "Don't tell anyone, or you'll both be in some very deep shit."

Angie nodded once, and I knew I could trust her. Jack turned back to me.

"Alright, now that you've broken one of the SSR's most important rules, do me a favor and get your ass back inside. Our order'll be at the table any minute, and we have actual problems to solve for the agency instead of cause."

He didn't wait for my response as he turned on his heel and headed back inside. He hesitated just before the door shut behind him, stopping it and poking his head back through to look at my girlfriend.

"Nice to meet you, Angie."

Then, he ducked back inside, clearly expecting me to follow shortly. I just smiled and shook my head. Angie turned back to me, her eyes narrowed and a decidedly less fond smile on her face.

"You know, I don't think I like him."

"Eh, he grows on you. Although, he is basically the number one person Peggy's referencing when she talks about her fathead male coworkers."

"Hold on. Peggy's a part of this too? That makes so much sense!"

"Shit. Forget I told you that."

Angie just cackled in glee as I slung an arm across her shoulders and we started back inside. I'd have to remember to tell Peggy that Angie was officially in the loop, although Ange probably would've put the pieces together in a matter of minutes after something she and Peggy had gone through together before I got to the SSR.

Now, at least, all of my favorite people were in the loop on all the important things in my life. I certainly couldn't be happier.

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[sassypossumm]

On The Streets of New York

Chpt. 2 or How you met Howard Stark and the great pizza debate of '48

So, where did you say you were from, Miss L/N?” Jack looked up at you from over the report he was finishing up. Leaning back in your chair you folded your arms and smiled.

“I don’t believe I mentioned, Chief Thompson.”

“Fair enough.” Jack acquiesced, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. Sighing deeply, you propped your feet up on the desk. “Feet off.” He tapped the bottom of one of your boots with the pencil.  

“Are you going to be done soon?” His eyes flitted in your direction before turning back to the papers.

“Filing the report about that man that tried to assault you? Yes.” Fighting back an eye roll at his dry tone, you folded your arms and turned your attention to the ceiling.

“Can we get something to eat when you’re done? I’m starving.”

“Sure, there’s a fly in the wall pizza joint around the corner. Joe’s.”

“Is it any good?” Finally taking your feet off of the desk, you leaned forward and planted your elbows on your knees. Jack glanced up at you and smirked.

“Only the best pizza joint in New York.” Resting your chin in your hand, you cocked your head slightly and narrowed your eyes.

“Oh, really?” Resting your elbows on the edge of the desk you raised a brow at the man in front of you.

“Yes, really.” Jack dropped his pencil and folded his arms on the desktop.

“Well, Chief Thompson, I have it on good authority that Emilio’s on 4th has the best pizza in all of New York.” You grinned widely at the memory of Steve sharing this bit of information from his past. Jack’s snort brought you back to the present.

“That second rate joint in Brooklyn?” Jack shook his head and picked back up his pencil. “Whoever told you that has never had decent pizza.”

“Now wait just a,”

“I thought I heard more than one voice back here.” A strong mid Atlantic accent cut off your protestation. Turning in your chair you were met with one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen in your life. What with his neatly groomed dark hair and dashing mustache, he looked like he’d just stepped out of one of your old movies. And boy, did he look vaguely familiar.

“What are you doing here, Stark?” Jack didn’t even bother to look up from his writing.

“I was looking for Peg, but she wasn’t here.” The man took his hat off and dropped it on Jack’s desk. “Heard voices and thought I’d investigate.” Jack looked from the hat on his desk to the man now resting his hand on the edge of the desk with mild irritation.

“If your curiosity is satisfied, I’m busy.”

“On the contrary, my curiosity has been sufficiently piqued.” The man turned his full attention on you at that. Dialing the charm up to 11 he extended his hand and gave you a smile that could only be described as dazzling. “I don’t believe we’ve met before, Miss, I’d have remembered a lady as lovely as you.” Peeling your eyes away from his, you glanced at Jack.

“Is he for real?”

“Unfortunately.” Jack muttered, shaking his head and erasing something on one of the papers. Sensing the man was still staring at you, you turned slowly and tentatively took the man’s hand, fully intending to shake it, only for him to lift your hand to his lips. You squirmed at the tickle of his mustache against your hand, admittedly it wasn’t a terrible feeling though.

“What’s your name gorgeous?” When he made no attempt to release your hand, you glanced first at Jack, only to see the crown of his head. Turning back to the expectant man, you gave him your best poker face and extracted your hand from his.

“Lana Turner.” You didn’t acknowledge Jack’s snort and fought a grin of your own. The man merely raised a brow and smirked. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that you’re Clark Gable.” The man opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Jack clearing his throat.

“Alright kiddies, play time’s over.” Standing from his chair, Jack straightened the papers and rounded the desk to drop them into a basket on the desk behind you. Turning back, he grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and slung it over his shoulders. “Y/N L/N, meet resident busy body, Howard Stark.”

“Howard Stark.” You breathed, drawing the attention of both men. No wonder he seemed so familiar.  Before Howard could answer, Jack picked up his hat from the desk and dropped it into his hands.

“And now, Mr. Stark, if you’re done playing vice squad, the office is closed.” Tucking his hands in his pockets, Jack motioned for you to follow.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.” With a final nod of your head, you trotted after Jack. Howard looked from the hat in his hands to the pair of you headed towards the door and made a split decision. Slamming the hat on his head, he took off after you.

“Where are we going?”

“We?” You and Jack froze just short of the door and turned to look at Howard. He chuckled and folded his arms.

“Consider me a concerned citizen, looking after the welfare of this young lady.”

“What are you implying, Stark?” Jack took a warning step forward, narrowing his eyes slightly at the shorter man. Howard met his eye and raised a brow in challenge.

“Chief Thompson, please, I’m hungry.” Folding your own arms, you huffed, not caring in the least that you sounded terribly bratty. This had been a long day and the last thing you wanted to do was stand here while two fat headed men had some weird machismo squabble. Both men turned to look at you.

“Sure, sure.” Turning, Jack gave Howard a final once over before cupping your elbow to guide you from the office.

“Where are we going?” Howard followed at a glacial pace, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“Joe’s pizzeria.” Jack called over his shoulder, not pausing to look at him.

“You can’t seriously be taking her there?” He scoffed, jogging to catch up with you.

“Where do you suggest, Mr. Stark?” Howard grinned when you caught his eye and winked.

“For pizza there’s only one place to go, Sugar Plum.”

“Where’s that?” Coming to a stop, Jack eyed him warily.

“Emilio’s of course.” Howard said confidently.

“It’s up to you, Ms. L/N, lady’s choice.” Jack shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. Looking first up at Jack then to Howard who’d moved to stand at your other side, you felt your brow furrow as you considered for a moment.

“Emilio’s.” You said with an apologetic smile for Jack.

“Excellent choice!” You turned towards Howard just in time for him to thread your arm through his and take off in the opposite direction. “Keep up, Chief Thompson, Emilio’s and Jarvis wait for no man!” Howard called over his shoulder as he steered you around the corner. "No man except me of course." He whispered conspiratorially in your ear, earning a rich laugh from you. The man was charming.

“Ask for some action, and you’ll get it.” Jack muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair before jogging to catch up with you.

[Howard Stark is high key the love of my life...]

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Jarvis tapes on Jason’s life (or at least what the footage tells you) 🎞️

Jason Grayson Underwood was born at twelve-oh-one a.m., April 20th, 1922

at Children's Hospital, San Francisco,

the second child of Fran and Jonathan Underwood. His sister Dolores Marie Underwood only be 5 years old.

On the 16th of June in 1929, Mr & Mrs. Underwood would divorce taking both children their separate ways.

~~~~

August 30th 1943, Howard Stark and his sister Elizabeth Stark would come into the picture, change his life forever.

Meeting both of them during the war, alongside Agent Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter. Who would later on become his sister in more ways than one.

Eighty-seven days later Jason met James Bucky Barnes and The Howling Commanders, crossing paths on the battle field with Captain America.

~~~~

After the war ended, Jason Underwood went on to work for the SSR. He had the opportunity to work selling watches in Texas and New York, but went on to become an associate of the organization.

Which is where he met Agent Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa and plenty of others.

However he had another job underneath his belt as him, Edwin Jarvis and Agent Carter were given a job to locate Howard Stark’s stolen items while he hide away.

The whole time, half of the country was after him.

That’s when he would met his sister once again, Dottie Underwood, A Black Widow. As she worked with an scientist and Soviet spies to frame Stark’s items as dangerous as they seemed.

It was complicated.

He was not pleased and made sure his sister was behind bar for her crimes, with working for the wrong side. But she did not care, she never did.

He shot the scientist and spies with the help of the SSR who realized who was responsible for all of this.

They freed Howard and his sister from all charges. Jack Thompson became Chief Executive Officer in New York City.

But they all know Peggy Carter deserves all the credit for the job.

Daniel Sosua was promoted to Chief in California.

~~~~~

In 1947 New York City, Chief Jack Thompson and Agent Peggy Carter of the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR) apprehend Soviet spy Dottie Underwood.

Newly appointed Chief Daniel Sousa of the Los Angeles SSR office meets with Detective Andrew Henry, who has discovered a woman's body in a frozen lake during a heat wave.

That’s when Jason Underwood was called from his newly acquired home in Los Angeles for the job, requesting Agent Carter to sign onto the job.

Howard and his Elizabeth Stark were living in Los Angeles as well, making films and creating new inventions for their company.

~~~~

Ten weeks after filming a new movie Howard was creating and working on the case, Jason was driving north one night to his shared studio beach cottage when something highly unusual occurred, something almost magical...

Snow fell in Los Angeles, California. Heavy winds and hail stormed all into one. The car swing over the slippery slope of the bridge as he drove onto the main water, as he tried to pull up.

But failed to get the brakes to work.

The immersion in the frigid water caused Jason's body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping his breathing and slowing his heartbeat.

Within 2 minutes, Jason Underwood's core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees...

his heart stopped beating.

He was silent underneath the table of water for 7 minutes.

At 11: 55 a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity and producing 60,000 amperes of current.

Its effect was threefold.

First, the charge defibrillated Jason Undwood's heart.

Second,

He was jolted out of his anoxic state causing him to draw his first breath in 3 minutes.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid, which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five, Jason Underwood will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time...

he will never age another day.

~~~~~

Of course, he didn’t know that would be a harsh yet effective condition until later.

Wrapped in a cold sweat, dizziness and fatigue were the consequences of the accident.

He was in bed for a few days at the house or made to be sat down, as a nurse took his temperature while he helped study the case.

A field of zero matter and Whitney Frost, 2 times Oscar nominee who was a scientist at heart, was behind it. They hoped it wouldn’t be the rest of mission and the caseload conditions that harmed them.

But faith had other plans.

Peggy took the rest, after her painful defeat of almost being impaled by the help,to call Jason’s sister Dottie for undercover work.

It wasn’t the best thing, but worked like a charm. Dottie left getting her cut of the money and ran.

Soon enough, Jason, Peggy and others were up for the challenge to help finish the race in their job. It was a long and difficult process for the entire team but they made it work.

Zero matter was seemingly gone. Whitney Frost was put in prison.

~~~

Weeks went by.

He studied long and hard for weeks, working with Howard, Peggy, Dr. Wilkie Jones and Ana Jarvis on cases. Figure out the answer to the questions they had from their previous research on the mission.

And the effects left behind.

Jason found nothing on his plate of studies onto what happened to him, as the years went by he noticed his friends slowly turning around with age, as he stayed the same.

It wasn’t zero matter or the previous time on trips that harmed him.

It was something else.

Some would see it differently, thinking it as a blessing that he stopped aging, others might’ve called it a curse.

It just depends on who you were talking to.

For Jason, he made the blonde sick to his stomach and want to hide behind closed doors.

As the years passed, Jason credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

He would travel around, change his name and mind. Leave for a couple of weeks every new decade.

It was all to prevent confusion, controversy and added pressure from anyone who might’ve wanted to sent him to a lab to be tested for his status. 

To protect himself and his loved ones…

~~~~

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[swan-of-sunrise]

Over The Moon (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day in the West Coast SSR and love is in the air for Daniel and Peggy, who spend the day watching their friends’ fledgling romance flourish and looking back on the beginnings of their own relationship.

Pairing: Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson X Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! I’m sorry it’s taken so long for this little one-shot to come out (I had a different one planned but after rewriting it twice, I scrapped it and decided to work on this one) but today, we’re gonna revisit Daniel and Peggy’s relationship from our favorite chief’s POV! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Over The Moon February 1948 West Coast Strategic Scientific Reserve, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“Aw, Peg, you shouldn’t have…”

Peggy simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled as Daniel reverently admired the signed baseball he’d just unwrapped. “It was no trouble at all, Daniel! Mr. Jarvis and I were at one of Howard’s silly parties and we just so happened to run into Mr. Robinson there, along with six of his fellow teammates from the Brooklyn Dodgers. I knew how much you liked the team, so I took advantage of the golden opportunity before me in the name of romance and voilà.”

Daniel grinned and shook his head in loving exasperation, knowing perfectly well that his amazing girlfriend had conned Howard Stark into pulling some strings and getting half the Brooklyn Dodgers to sign a baseball just for him. But there’s not a chance in hell that she’d ever admit to asking Stark for help, he thought with an inward chuckle as he crumpled the heart-patterned wrapping paper into a ball and tossed it into the waste basket across the office, and there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll ever question a ball signed by one of the best players in Major League Baseball. “It’s a very thoughtful gift, honey, definitely the best Valentine’s Day gift I’ve ever received. Thank you.” Daniel leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, lightly chuckling in embarrassment once they finally separated. “Now I sorta feel like a chump for just getting you that perfume…”

“You shouldn’t, darling; just because I enjoy cleaning and assembling weapons in my spare time doesn’t mean I don’t like smelling good while doing so.” Peggy smiled triumphantly as he laughed. “You took the time to browse my vanity, locate my perfume bottles and use them to determine which of the new perfumes at Bullock’s that I’d be the fondest of. I promise, it was just as thoughtful of a gift as a baseball signed by some of your all-time favorite players.”

A triumphant shout interrupted their next near-kiss, and they both looked out the office windows into the bullpen to see an elated Jack punch the air and scribble something down on a notepad. Sitting at the desk across from him, (Y/N) smiled to herself as she adjusted the vase full of baby-pink roses placed beside her morning cup of tea and continued typing out a case report on her typewriter. Daniel, sensing that there was something unusual going on between his top two agents, furrowed his brow in confusion and turned back to face his girlfriend. “What’s all that about?”

“Oh, (Y/N) thought it would be sweet to write a Valentine’s Day card entirely in code and give it to Jack along with his gift.” The office door was closed but Peggy lowered her voice all the same. “Don’t tell either of them that I said anything, but apparently our dear Jack mentioned to (Y/N) that he really wanted a photograph of her so that he could have something beautiful to brighten up his desk. So, she went down to the portrait studio last week and had one taken to give to him today.”

Sure enough, when Daniel looked back out at the bullpen, he spotted the framed black-and-white photograph of the agency’s top codebreaker and smiled at how carefully the ex-chief propped it against his desk lamp so that he could glance up at it while he decoded. “You don’t say? Are we one-hundred-percent certain she’s dating our Jack Thompson and not some sort of sappy doppelgänger who’s seen one too many Cary Grant flicks?”

Peggy chuckled as she leaned back against his desk. “It is a little hard to believe that the Jack Thompson currently hard at work decoding a declaration of love is the same one I once threatened to shoot. What’s even harder to believe, though, is that we never realized how obviously over the moon they were for one another; Thompson was forced to spell it out for us over the phone when he decided to step down as Chief and relocate to Los Angeles, remember?”

“When you think about it, it’s not really that surprising.” Daniel smirked a little at his girlfriend’s incredulous frown. “C’mon, Peg, how long did it take for us to get our heads out of our asses and finally admit that we were over the moon for each other?”

A light pink blush appeared in Peggy’s cheeks and he could practically see her recalling all those months of quiet pining and longing stares as she fought the smile that was threatening to form on her cherry-red lips. “Perhaps you have a point there, Daniel. Out of curiosity, when was it that you started to have feelings for me?”

“The exact moment? I’m not really sure, but I do know when I realized that I saw you as more than my coworker.” Daniel hung his crutch on its hook and sat down in his desk’s chair. “It wasn’t very long after I joined the SSR and I was having a real bad day that day; I slipped on the steps outside and that caused me to be late, Dooley handed one of my cases over to Thompson, and Krzeminski wouldn’t stop cracking jokes about my leg. But then you came around with the lunch orders and there was a chocolate-chip cookie I definitely didn’t order hidden inside my take-out box; that cookie turned a bad day into an okay one…well, that and when Krzeminski’s desk drawers mysteriously jammed and he fell on his ass trying to pry them open.” They laughed and Daniel smiled up at Peggy as he continued. “That’s when I knew that there was someone in my corner at the SSR, someone who didn’t pity me but who understood better than most anyone what it felt like to be up against the entire world.”

With a gentle smile on her face, Peggy slid down from the desk and took a seat on his lap, one of her arms resting across his shoulders while the other fiddled with the collar of his aloha shirt. “I’d say that I was only doing what anyone else would, but we both know what manner of agents we were working alongside back in New York.”

“You’ve got that right. So, when did you know that you had a thing for me?”

His girlfriend’s smile morphed into something coyer. “All right, I’ll tell you…over dinner tonight.” Daniel groaned in disappointment while she merely chuckled at his dramatics. “Seriously, we really should try and get some sort of work done today, darling; we have half a dozen cases to sign off on, three witnesses to interview for the Olsen case and-oh, for heaven’s sake!”

Daniel followed Peggy’s incredulous eye-line to see Jack and (Y/N) standing by the former’s tidy desk; the codebreaker was whispering something into the agent’s ear and judging by the lopsided grin beginning to form on his lips, it had absolutely nothing to do with work. While a pink-faced Daniel and a smirking Peggy watched, (Y/N) took Jack’s hand in hers and cast a furtive glance around the bullpen before pulling him out into the hall. “…What’re the odds that they’re headed into the supply closet for more typewriter ribbon?”

“About as good as Rose finally joining Samberly for a night on the town,” Peggy quipped, her brown eyes alight with playfulness as she expectantly looked down at him. “So, shall we set a good example for the others and get back to work?”

After pretending to ponder his girlfriend’s question, Daniel suddenly used his good leg to push his rolling desk chair across the office, grinning as Peggy giggled at the unexpected movement and tightened her arm around his shoulders; he grabbed the cord of his window’s Venetian blinds and tugged them closed before moving his hand to cradle the back of Peggy’s neck. “Maybe later. We can’t let Jack and (Y/N) have all the fun, can we, Agent Carter?”

Peggy chuckled and shook her head as her fingers carded through his hair. “We certainly can’t, Chief Sousa.”

Their lips met in a slow and passionate kiss and Daniel sighed at the pleasant sensation of his girlfriend’s crimson nails gently scraping against his scalp, tightening his hold on her and smiling against her red-hued lips as he thanked his lucky stars that he’d finally achieved the honor of being Peggy Carter’s Valentine.

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A/N: Daniel’s so cute lol thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0iKzLZlEK1rTaSIiW5zRlk?si=97af3c9ce3ff4b65

“Tales From The SSR” Masterlist

“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist

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911 Cast Bios

Here's a list of them in one place, in order of appearance in 9-1-1 (fox, later abc). I choose them based on characters I enjoy, or where there are interesting connections / factoids to be found in their bios.

Gavin Stenhouse (The Priest)

Mariette Hartley (Patricia Clark, Abby's mother)

Claudia Christian (LAFD Capt. Maynard)

Debra Christofferson (Sue, Dispatcher)

Grasie Mercedes (Beth, in prenatal yoga class, 1x07)

Rebecca Wisocky (Marjorie, in lift crash, 1x09)

Connor Trinneer (bomb squad, 2x01)

Romi Dias (Chief Miranda Williams)

Ana Mercedes (Abuela Isabel)

Terri Hoyos (Aunt Pepa)

Christine Estabrook (Gloria, Dispatcher)

Devin Kelley (Shannon Diaz)

Wes Brown (Mounted Police Officer)

Rick Chambers (Dwight, newsreader)

Tara Karsian (Ruth)

Lawrence Pressman and Francis X. McCarthy (Mitchell & Thomas)

Romy Rosemont & Daniel Roebuck (Lola & Norman Peterson)

Brian Thompson (Capt. Gerrard)

Lou Ferrigno Jr (firefighter Tommy)

Brian Hallisay (Doug Kendall)

Julie Oullette (Blair, Elf Helper)

Marsha Warfield (Toni Wilson)

Danny Nucci (LAPD detective)

Sasha Roiz (LAPD Det. Ransone)

Paula Marshall (Helena Diaz)

George DelHoyo (Ramon Diaz)

Pepi Sonuga (Athena Carter, flashback in 3x07)

Eddie McGee (Frank the therapist)

Jack McGee (Red the retired firefighter, 3x16)

Deborah May (Cindy, 3x16)

Dee Wallace (Mrs Margaret Buckley)

Gregory Harrison (Mr Phillip Buckley)

Aaron Staton (Daniel Buckley)

Mark Lawson (pilot, 7x01)

Kathryn Boswell & Chris Gartin (hot-tub couple, 7x01)

Rick Cosnett (cruise crew, 7x01-3)

Eddie Jemison (cruise ship doc, 7x02-3)

Jesse Palmer & Joey Graziadei (7x04)

In draft ofc. Do check the updated OG post if you're looking at a reblog:

Bryan Safi (Josh Russo, dispatcher)

Brooke Shields (counsellor)

Rumer Willis

Anthony Carvello (cruise crew)

Kelvin Han Yee

Main resource is IMDb, with extra material from Wikipedia, podcasts or youtube on occasion. Where I use 911 images they are screengrabs I edited. Other images generally from imdb.

[sweetheartrosesz]

Two agent's in love

Reader is the younger sister of Daniel Sousa and Peggy is drawn to her when they first meet. This will be short but maybe I can make another part to this if anyone's interested, just leave a comment. And if you wanna be added to the tag list for Peggy fics I'd happily do so. My writing is cringe but does that stop me from writing? Naw🤣

Tag list: @thespiritoflife @thatonebrazilian

-💙

Your dark heels clicked against the floor while you made your way through the SSR building towards your older brother's office, a confident smile on your face while the men of the building stare at you, some whispering among themselves but not loudly, knowing getting on your bad side wouldn't be favorable, one being you could kick their asses easily, and two being your brother is the chief and upsetting any of the two of you wouldn't end well. You've been a big help to them on some cases and they had some respect for you for that.

"She took down that thieves last night as if they were nothing. I wonder what Thompson would say if he was here." You heard one of the men whisper to his friend who was leaned over a chair, their eyes fixed on you, quickly looking away when you spared a glance their way, a confident half smirk on your painted lips and they tried playing off for having stared openly at you.

You opened the door to your brother's office, walking in with a big smile after closing the door behind you.

"Sousabear!" You greeted happily, pausing slightly when your eyes landed on another woman standing in front of your brother's desk, both of their eyes focused on you at your entrance.

Daniel glared at you for that familiar nickname you took to calling him since childhood.

"(Y/n), greetings to you too but dammit how many times have I told you not to call me that." The fake annoyance in his voice only made you grin more as you made your way towards him, bending down to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek he returned happily before grumbling when he ruffled your hair, swatting at his hand with a scowl when he started laughing as you tried fixing your hair, you both almost forgetting the British woman in the room with you.

Peggy eyed you curiously as you made yourself comfortable on Daniel's desk, sending him a cheeky grin when he playfully roll his eyes at you, a grin stretching across his face once again.

'Woah, she's absolutely gorgeous.' The brunette thought to herself, frowning a bit when she felt a odd feeling of jealousy when the thought of you and Daniel being together crossed her mind.

"Oh, (Y/n). I want you to meet someone." Daniel said before gesturing towards the woman that is still watching the two of you, shaking her head slightly when she was knocked from her thoughts, a charming smile on her red painted lips.

"This is Peggy Carter, the woman I've told you that Jack would be sending to help us out on the latest case." She extended her hand as you did the same, trying to ignore the jolt she felt when your soft hand met with hers in a handshake sending her a dazzling smile that made her cheeks slightly redden, eyes briefly flicking to your lips that looked so inviting to her.

'I wonder if her lips are as soft as they look.' Peggy thought, eyes flickering back into your eyes that's swirling with emotions and mysteries she couldn't even begin to think, hoping that you didn't notice where her eyes was focused for a moment.

"Lovely to meet you." You greeted the woman, eyes scanning her curiously, trying to keep a neutral face and be as unreadable as possible.

'Damn Sousa, you always get the hottest chicks to yourself before me.' You resisted the urge to say that loudly to him, smirking when you see the way Peggy's eyes lingered on your lips.

"Peggy, this is (Y/n), my annoying younger sister." The British woman chuckle when you playfully swat at Daniel who laughed, catching your wrist and poking you in the side, feeling happy when he mentioned that you two were siblings and giving her more hope, hoping that she will be seeing you more than just this once.

"So not cool, Broseidon." You grumbled annoyedly, swatting at him one last time and smiling proudly when you landed a soft blow against his head, his mouth opening in a overdramatic gasp.

"Agent Carter, arrest this woman immediately for assaulting me." The three of you laughed among each other at the playfulness. It reminded Peggy of her and her older brother when he was still alive.

As the laughter died down Daniel returned back to being serious as you Peggy returned your attention hack to him, occasionally stealing glances at each other as you both stood next to each other.

"Peggy, (Y/n) will be helping you out on this case. I expect you both to take care of each other and not to mess this up, Thompson already thinks this is just a fools joke and that the two of you aren't capable of this but I want you both proving him wrong and for us to get behind this whole murder thing and catch the ones capable for this." Daniel looked between the two of you, hiding a smile and trying to remain serious when she saw the both of you sneaking glances when the other wasn't looking.

"We'll be careful brother, and Jack can keep his sexist ego to himself, I've already proved him wrong a few times and I'm always up to do it again just to see his ego get deflated." You spoke confidently, your distaste of Jack clear making Peggy smile when meeting your (e/c) eyes, and the fact of hearing the protectiveness and care your brother had for you.

"He's such an ass. Proving him wrong once again will be fun" Peggy added, a blush rising to her cheeks when your finger tips 'accidentally' brushed against her hand, the same jolt of before coursing through her whole body and heart fluttering as you give her a soft smile, feeling happy at being able to get to spend more time with you. There was still lingering fear of loving again but also a new sense of hope in heart that maybe this time, it will be something that will last.

She haven't felt this way since Steve. Even then she wasn't easily flustered or speechless when it came to someone so quickly.

Sparing one last glance at your smile, Peggy promised to herself that she'd do anthing to keep you safe and get out of this alive and to not let fear hold her back from something that could be a joy in her life. She's happy that you will be the one to help her and the possibility to know you more.

"I have to go now but we'll discuss more of the case later. I'll be at my desk if you need me." Peggy spoke up again, swiping some curls from her face before making her way towards the door, saying one last bye while her eyes lingered back on you, causing you to nervously shift on your heels, waving at the British woman.

After the door close you turned back to your brother with a grin.

"Sousa, you've got one pretty lady there. If you aren't careful I might just steal her." You said, your fingers tapping slightly against his desk as he folded his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes again.

"She isn't my lady but I'm so rooting for the two of you. Don't think I haven't noticed the way the two of you were looking at each other when seeing each other." You blushed at his words, feeling hopeful but you thought he was only seeing things.

"Shut it Daniel, there is no way she was looking at me in that way." You said while nervously playing with a loose strand of your hair but Daniel only smirked knowingly, before gesturing you out of his office and to your desk, handing you a file, saying the file was related to the new case you and Peggy are taking on, giving you one last smirk after he looked over your shoulder before disappearing back into his office

When you felt eyes lingering on you after sitting down, you glanced around until seeing Peggy waving at you from the desk across from yours with a bright smile, one that you happily returned.

'Maybe this case will be something very good and different.' You thought to yourself, looking down at the file on your desk with a hint of a blush, excitement coursing through you, already eager to start on the case with the beautiful British woman that have caught your eye and interest from the very first second.

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I kind of want to write a Peggy x reader series but don't even know what exactly about and don't want to disappoint anyone with that.

[antipolin]

Bridgerton star Luke Thompson reveals an appetite for for high jinks and tomfoolery as Berowne, the King of Navarre’s chief attendant and fellow scholar who, along with two fellow young lords, promises to forswear women for three years. This is Shakespeare’s early romantic comedy Love’s Labour’s Lost, and Thompson provides just the right comic touch to pull it off. He and his fellow castmates seem very much at home in director Emily Burns’ version, which she places in a swanky spa called Navarre nestled on a South Pacific island. It’s the perfect curtain raiser for the Royal Shakespeare Company’s new co-artistic directors Daniel Evans and Tamara Harvey, who opened Burns’ production at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon on Thursday night. The choice of play was smart. For starters it made sense to open with a Shakespeare. Would have been a bit daft to present a Noel Coward. And that it’s one of the Bard’s lighter works rather then one of his tragedies is a good thing. There’s time enough in future seasons for heavies like Lear and Macbeth. Thompson also shows off his romantic chops to good effect in Season 3 of Bridgerton. Fellow actors in Love’s Labour’s Lost include Abiola Owokoniran, Eric Stroud, Brandon Bassir, Jack Bardot, Melanie-Joyce Bermudez, Ivanna Kimbook, Amy Griffiths, Sarita Gabon, Jordan Metcalfe, Jeffrey Chekai, Tony Gardner, Kok-Hwa -Lie, Nathan Foad, Marianella Phillips, Jeffrey Chekai, Shailan Gohil, Tika Mu’Tamir and Jamie Tyler.

Deadline praising Luke Thompson (and the play overall) and his leading man chops in Love's Labour's Lost!