#Muse: Peggy Carter

[timeguardians]

[timeguardiansarchive]

Agent Carter Incorrect Quotes

Peggy Carter: Do you guys think I could fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Edwin Jarvis: *under his breath* You are a menace to society.

Howard Stark: And a coward, do 20

[txmeguardxs]

@audaxbellator

Peggy's words make Steve's brain short circuit. "And just what were you thinking about?"

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Hints of a crimson blush start to spill into her cheeks. The way she savored the image of his naked form was UNHOLY. "I was --" Peggy's eyes lift towards Steves sheepishly. She drags in a sharp inhale to steady herself before continuing. "I was considering how nice it would be to lather soap all over you." She shivers softly. "To soap you up ---" She clears her throat, "using my body." The last words are rushed.

The brunette almost wishes he'd miss them. Oh, her imagination took things way further. She pictured how easily Steve could lift her, her legs surrounding him as he pressed her into the shower wall. The way the two of them would moan into each other's mouths, move ferverently until they both came unraveled. Just thinking about it again, made her skin grow HOT as a fresh ember that had fallen away from the flames.

[captainwidowspring]

I am currently writing a paper on the music of the Captain America trilogy, and this has caused me to notice an exceedingly interesting detail that I previously missed. In The First Avenger, after Peggy shoots at Steve, a melody that sounds very similar to the Captain America theme plays. This repeats twice: one time when she puts the gun down and stalks away, and again while Steve and Howard are so shocked by what Peggy just did that they stare after her even as they continue their conversation.

This is quite disgusting, as it rather implies that Peggy just did something noble and honorable, or something that Steve would approve of, when this is not even close to the case. Steve would never be so thoroughly irresponsible and reckless, nor would he approve of such pettiness, or partake in it himself. Indeed, it is clear to see how betrayed Steve felt when he was cautiously ensuring that she was done shooting at him. The music also disingenuously tries to reframe the characters' reactions to her outburst as positive. The fact that the almost-Captain-America theme continues after Peggy leaves Steve and Howard staring after her endeavors to make it seem like their reaction is because they're impressed, rather than because they are stunned and dismayed as is far more likely.

And what's worse, this is not even the only time that the music disagrees with how the characters are acting in its haste to glorify Peggy and promote Steggy. Later in the movie, after Peggy kisses Steve without his consent, a happy little horn melody plays, even though it is pretty clear that the kiss upset Steve, and did not please him. The music seriously did a surprising amount of heavy-lifting for Steggy.

But in any case, this does help explain why so many people have no problem with Peggy assaulting Steve, and even see it as a good thing: the music is encouraging them to see it that way. This is yet another example of how influential framing can be.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 18/100: Peggy Carter

[ironman-tonystark]

If too many cooks spoil the broth, too many Captains make it hard for Tony to stay focused on Avenging.

[inkdreamt]

@ursulawrites, from Peggy to Daniel Sousa

Peggy rolled her eyes at the men's words. Ah, she was their delicate little flower, was she? Men never learned, so it seemed. "It may escape your minds, but I have gone through the same exact training as you. More than some of you." She had proved herself more than most of these people who claimed to be agents. They were glorified pencil-pushers at best.

[avictimofthejazz]

The Appointment

@timeguardians​ (for Peggy

The minute Murphy clears the double-glass doors into the Remington Steele agency, Bernice, with her usual flair, makes it clear to him that his appointment has been sitting in his office for almost fifteen minutes. Rolling his eyes toward the secretary, he drops several files on her desk. “These are the reports Laura wanted. I’m assuming she’s still out with Steele and the client?”

He does not wait for more then a nod from Bernice, and a vaguely sympathetic look. Before Steele, Murph felt like Laura and he were a real team, pulling together in tandem. If he got a few blank stares from Bernice when he stated this, followed by a vaguely agreeing statement, he overlooked it. They had had a partnership. Since Steele waltzed his way into their lives though, Murphy quickly found himself turning into a go-fer. He did all the menial work that actually built cases, while Laura and Steele did a few dramatic surface bits, and walked away with all the glory. By nature, Murph is not much of a glory hound. He likes being a detective for the work itself… he likes solving puzzles and putting clues together. With the LAPD blacklisting him, and likely spreading the taint through nearly every police department in the country, being a PI is the closest he will get to solving crimes and making some difference in the world. Still, a man does not like seeing himself be turned into a junior partner in the firm he helped build. It is annoying and humiliating, a deep embarrassment that cannot be eased with a few throw-away compliments, and a box of stale pastries.   Shoving his complaints to the back corner of his mind, Murph hurries into his office.  He barely has the door closed before he offers his hand to  his guest. “I’m sorry about the wait, Agent Carter. I got hung up in traffic… you probably know what LA’s like, this time of day.”  

[timeguardians]

Was about to watch "The War of the Worlds" from 1953 and this came to mind -- how would any of your muses handle a sudden invasion of alien war ships and no weapon against them has an effect, even from the military?

Peggy Carter is dialing up Howard Stark and employing a BLUE lexicon best reserved for sailors (aka is unleashing a string of curses). She knows the military is incapable of handling the threat, which is why the Strategic Science Reserve must get to work quickly to fix the problem. She is NOT keen on seeing an alien invasion.

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Wayne is likely ready, let's be honest. With her technology, she probably predicted it and managed to get Wayne Enterprises to gift her all the technology she requires to take as many of the aliens out as possible as Batwoman.

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Missy Cooper is going to browbeat Sheldon for bringing his weirdo comics to life!!! Then she's running to the tornado shelter. No way she's going up against ALIENS. Okay? She'd rather watch the Ninja Turtles do it.

[timeguardiansarchive]

@protectxthem

[captainrogers-thepatriot]

Steve Verses

Steve Rogers (MCU Version)

As you can guess, this version closely follows the events of Captain America in the MCU. I don’t see a point in writing out the summary of those events. I would assume if your here you have seen the movies. If you need a refresher: https://marvelcinematicuniverse.fandom.com/wiki/Steve_Rogers

After Endgame, Steve went back in time to start a life with Peggy Carter. He traveled to 1950, a year after World War II ended. When he arrived at her door she was overjoyed to see that he was alive. The two have a tearful reunion and they finally have their dance.

There was one surprise thought, Peggy had a daughter now. Peggy had gotten pregnant toward the end of the war by Steve. He had no idea that the night they had spent together had caused her to become pregnant. If he had known he wouldn’t have crashed the plane which caused him to be frozen.

Anyways, Steve takes time to get know his daughter, Amy, and helps to raise her. Steve and Amy are inseperable. Amy adored Steve. As time goes on she grew to see him as both a friend and mentor. Meanwhile, Steve also learned more about Peggy and fell deeper in love with her. He supported her in her success with her career and would occasionally help with a case if asked to. Yet Steve, for the most part, stayed away from hero work. He decided to volunteer for different jobs in town and mostly be a stay at home Dad to his daughter. Steve and Peggy got married after a year of dating. A few years later they have another daughter. 

Steve and his family lived long enough to make it to the modern day era (2000s and so forth). Steve does not age due to the serum and because he doesn't age in the comics. His children stop ageing at a certain point as well and Peggy is left being the only one to truly grow old. When Peggy lost her memory and eventually die, it was incredibly hard on Steve but his children got him through it.

Hydra Steve

This version of Steve had grown up being primarily raised by Joseph Rogers (his father) instead of Sarah Rogers (his mother). In this version his mother had died in World War 1 working as a army nurse. This happened when Steve was a child. His father was an abusive acholic who took out his frustration and anger on his son. This impacted the person Steve had become as an adult. Instead of being a kind man with a good moral compass. Steve became a man filled with hate, pride and greed for power. 

Steve was chosen by the general to be the one given the serum. The army decided to make him apart of the USO show instead of having fight within the war. Steve then began to question if fighting on their side was the best for him. He felt they were wasting his potential and that they had made him into a spectral, instead of a soilder. Steve sneaked onto a few missions and tried to prove himself to his commanding officers, yet each time he returned he was met with distaste and disciplinary action from the general. He was often reprimanded for his impulsiveness and lack of respect for authority.  This fueled Steve`s rage and hate. It made him become violent and take out his anger on others. He was eventually kicked out of the army for his behavior. To make matters worse the general eventually decided to try to create a new super solider and the person they choose was Bucky. Bucky essentially became the new Captain America, which further pissed Steve off.

Eventually Steve decided to join Red Skull. Steve became Red Skull`s right hand man. He relied on Steve to get missions done no matter the cost. Often Steve`s methods were cruel and violent. The two had become close over the many years of working together, Steve saw Schmidt as another father figure. Red Skull and Steve often talked about their plans for Hydra`s future and strategies on how to get there. It had always been Schmidt`s  intent to pass down Hydra to Steve if anything were to happen to him.

[urlocaldesertdweller]

Activities that he loves to do with you! (Stanford x reader) fluff

Both before and after the accident he loves to sketch you in a pile of separate journals

we’ve seen his drawings, he is an observational artist and boy are you his number one muse!

of course he only really does it when he finds you in pose while working or just doing basic things like sitting, eating, or reading.

he loves to think that he’s been really good at keeping his sketch of you a secret but he’s awful at keep secrets with the way you can hear his pen or pencil quickly scratch on the paper with his eyes peeping from above the journal to look at his lovely muse.

he always adds a description or story to your pose to fill in the blank space, but its most of the time compliments and words of admiration towards you his loving partner<3

also makes notes about some of his fantasies with you, ranging from wanting to call you sickeningly sweet nicknames to how much he’ll feel on the brink of insanity with seeing your face and hearing your voice.

ahem, anyway music and slow dancing is something more rare for him to come around with you. Imagine a record playing of one of his favorite songs decades ago and the two of you sway together holding one another in your arms and fingers.

your feet move slowly as you spin around in your sunset lit kitchen, the music swells both of your hearts as Ford stuffs his face between your neck and shoulder enjoying this moment to its very last second.

its one of his, surprisingly bigger ways to relieve stress or tension. god it makes him feel young, you make him feel young.

this is a very intimate moment so please let him come to you and let him take his time, with vinyl records in his arms with his dancing shoes on. (im imaging the end of Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter’s slow dance at the end of End Game, thats you right there with Ford)

watching the stars during warm but cool summer nights is killing two birds with one stone! you sit on the secret balcony on the side of the roof and the two of you just watch the stars and occasional meteor showers.

some times during the summer the weather is perfect enough for you to sleep there in each-others arms all night<3

young or old, Stanford has so much love to give! he can be shy at first of course but all it takes is you to encourage him and prove that he can be quite the charmer himself!!!

@fluffymarshmalllows @valneeds they both are the real miracles, their expectations push and inspire me to write more! so i thank u!!

[salvagedsouls]

file: peggy carter

basics

name: margaret elizabeth carter nickname(s): peg, peggy, daisy, english, marge DoB: 9 april 1917 birth place: hampstead, england species: human occupation: timeline dep. title(s): timeline dep.

appearance

hair color: brown eye color: brown height: 5’7’’ scars: several piercings: one set on earlobes dominant hand: right (except in tennis, cricket, & baseball) faceclaim: hayley atwell

personal

faith: anglican pronouns: she/her gender: cis female sexual orientation: bi romantic orientation: bi star sign: aries / the ram

habits

fears: dreams: drugs: no alcohol: sometimes vices: hobbies:

bio blurb 

Peggy has always been an adventurous spirit, and when war came she was plenty eager to help in any way she could. If that meant only being a codebreaker, so be it; she surrounded that with the role of high society nice girl, even getting engaged. But when her brother dies, she abandons all of the square plans to do what she wanted, what he had encouraged her to do. Peggy manages to join the SSR and pursues accomplishments and career progression with no thought of going back to the life she had left behind, and is determined to show she knows what she’s worth.

[cafecitowriter]

Aim for the Heart (Chapter 9 Teaser)

It's Day 3 of Steggy Week over at @steggyfanevents! The theme is AU's and Crossovers, which means I would be remiss not to update Aim for the Heart as I tend to do once a year, particularly on this theme day.

Unfortunately the muse was a little slow on this one this year, so I don't have a full chapter ready, but there was a little snippet that I have already written, really loved and wanted to share!

I mean, Peggy has a party to go to now, after all ;)

Aim for the Heart - Read on AO3

Fic Summary: Though from her angle she couldn’t see too much of her surroundings, and the lights in the room were dimmed, she knew immediately that she was no longer in Howard’s lab.   Bloody hell.

Chapter Teaser:

Peggy was slightly sceptical about shopping with Pepper, Natasha and Maria together, considering she hardly knew them. It was clear that the three of them were good friends, so for the first two stores, Peggy mostly allowed herself to listen to their banter as she discerned through the dresses in the rack before eventually settling for a couple to try on.

“Kinda tough, huh? Being fashionable.”

Peggy arched her eyebrow but didn’t turn her head from the offensive orange fabric that deigned to call itself a dress in front of her.

“I’ll have you know, Romanoff, that outside of army requirements, I’m actually quite fashionable.” She continued thumbing through the options in front of her before tugging on a dress made up of three contrasting shades of neon. “However, that word seems to have changed its meaning in the last seventy years.”

“I’d say the definition technically changes about every six months, so I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself,” she joked.

Peggy hummed, not taking her eyes off the dress.

“It’s not just the dress, is it?”

“Is this how you normally make friends?” she retorted. “Try to diagnose their troubles?”

“No, normally I fight them first.”

Peggy snorted, but finally looked over at the other woman.

“And for what it’s worth, Carter, I’m sure you made that army uniform look hot,” Natasha winked.

“Oh I certainly did,” she smirked.

“Steve ever see you out of it?”

“Twice,” she allowed herself to admit. Natasha had already made it clear that she and Steve were still as far from obvious as they were nearly 70 years ago, there was no shame in sharing certain facts. “Though the first time was really only a few minutes-”

Natasha’s low whistle cut her off.

“You work fast, Carter.”

“Oh, not like that,” Peggy scoffed, gently shoving her shoulder, which made Natasha nearly cackle. “I was talking about dresses and you know it.”

“It must’ve been good though,” she prodded.

“It was my favourite,” Peggy admitted. “But with the war I hadn’t worn it in years, particularly because it was only appropriate for special occasions.”

“So what was the special occasion?”

“I… had a message to deliver,” she answered.

“And it worked?”

“Quite well, for the most part.”

Natasha’s eyes lit up mischievously.

“What colour was it?”

[captainsophiestark]

A Reverse Steve Rogers

Jack Thompson x Reader

Masterlist - Taglist

Requested by @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer !! Thanks for the request, and for being so patient while I got it done! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, friend of Tony Stark, and the one who helped Steve Rogers adjust to the 21st century after he came out of the ice, gets flung back into the 1940s when something goes wrong on a training mission. She has no idea how long her stay in the 40s might be, but one way or another, it's going to be interesting.

Word Count: 4,684

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This doesn't follow any of the season 2 timeline lol, just some vague stuff put together for the sake of this story.

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

"We could always just find another ticket for her and make up a reason for her to be there on her own..."

"Yeah? Like what? At this event, anybody with the slightest hole in their story is gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

I looked between Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa as they talked, frantically trying to figure out what to do with me tonight. They were currently in the middle of breaking up a secret society in Los Angeles, and they had a mission disguised as a date tonight where they'd be infiltrating a fancy party being thrown by said society.

Unfortunately for them, I'd landed in their laps (pretty literally) this afternoon, and accidentally thrown a wrench into their whole operation.

One minute, I'd been doing a training mission with the Avengers. The next, I'd been falling on top of  a desk in the SSR in 1947. I still didn't know exactly what had thrown me back in time, but no matter what the cause, the fact didn't change that I was here, and would be for the foreseeable future.

I'd almost had a heart attack when I'd looked up to see THE Peggy Carter, founder of SHIELD and total badass, standing in front of me. I think I freaked her and Daniel out a little by fangirling the minute I got up off the floor, but a stranger landing in the middle of their super high-level organization probably would've landed me in the interrogation room anyway.

Thankfully, I knew Steve Rogers pretty well, and so did Peggy. I'd mentioned his name briefly when trying to explain how I knew who she was, but then I'd been able to use what I knew about Steve and the stories he'd shared with me to convince her I was telling the truth about time travel.

Since then, we'd done some brief introductions and I'd been let out of the interrogation room. I'd been given the bare minimum details of the mission to understand the conversation, and now I sat on the edge of a desk watching Daniel and Peggy talk as they tried to adjust their plans.

"Perhaps Mr. Jarvis would be available on short notice to take her as a date..." mused Peggy.

"Whoa, Jarvis? Oh my gosh, the real person Jarvis is alive and walking around right now. That makes sense," I said, mostly talking to myself.

"That still doesn't solve the problem of them not being on the guest list," continued Daniel, he and Peggy only briefly glancing my way at the outburst.

"Maybe Howard could help us secure another two."

"He already wore out his welcome with these guys to get you in there the first time."

"Did you just say Howard? As in Howard Stark?"

Peggy and Daniel groaned in unison.

"Don't tell me you're a big fan of him too?" groaned Daniel.

"His ego's already big enough as it is," Peggy agreed.

"No, it's not that, I- uh... nevermind." I pushed off the desk, waving off thoughts of Tony. I still wasn't clear on how this time travel stuff worked, and I didn't want to go telling people about Howard Stark's currently nonexistent son without more assurance it wouldn't have any crazy impact first. "Look, you guys clearly don't have space for me in this mission. The best path is a small team, specifically a couple, who can enjoy the night like a regular date while still gathering intel and handling the mission."

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and I could see an entire conversation passing between them. I continued.

"I might not know much about the forties, but I'm still a capable adult. I'm an Av- I was on a team with Steve to take on missions around the world. I'll be fine handling myself for a bit while you guys take care of business."

"Are you sure?" asked Peggy with a frown.

"We don't want to completely abandon you. Disappearing from your own time and reappearing in another can't be easy," added Daniel.

I gave them a faint smile, momentarily overwhelmed with memories. I'd first met Steve when he'd shown up in the future and needed someone to help him adjust. I'd been a SHIELD agent at the time, responsible for liaising with Tony Stark, so they figured helping a living legend adjust would be nothing compared to that.

They'd been right, and we'd hit it off the bat. When Tony eventually formed the team, I'd been on the roster. And now, I was the one being faced with adjusting to another time.

"It's not easy," I said to Daniel, the smile still on my face. "But I also don't need babysitters when those babysitters have important, world-saving duties to attend to. I actually have a little bit of an advantage, going back in time. I took history classes and whatnot, so I at least have some idea of how this world works."

"Well, if you're sure-"

"Alright! Sousa, Marge, fear not! The cavalry is here."

I turned at the sound of a new voice, but not before I caught Peggy and Daniel rolling their eyes so far back into their heads I couldn't see the pupils. A tall, blond man in a suit was striding across the room towards us, and a second after I started sizing him up he noticed me and did the same.

"Who's this?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of us. Peggy and Daniel didn't answer right away, apparently working together to gather mental strength before entering the conversation with this guy. I just leaned back a bit against the desk and watched.

Peggy and Daniel took a second to make significant eye contact, then sighed as one. Daniel turned to Jack, and Peggy subtly shifted closer to me.

"She's somebody who does a job like ours, but from the future," said Daniel. Jack just stared at him for a minute, then looked to me, and then back at Daniel.

"Sousa, despite what you might think, I'm not stupid."

"Jack, I get that it's hard to believe, but if you actually listen for two seconds-"

Jack huffed and crossed his arms while Daniel kept talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Peggy leaning in towards me, and I blocked out the boys' argument as she whispered to me.

"Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hit me," I whispered back. Peggy sighed.

"Jack has recently had a moral epiphany," she started. I took half a second to give her a curious glance, and she just rolled her eyes in response. "It's been mostly nice, both to have him on our side and to finally have him respecting me and Daniel and anyone that's not an older man already in power.

"That said, we don't have space for him on this mission. All he's going to do is be a nuisance, and he's far less likely to agree to being benched than you."

"And I take it you have a solution for this?"

"Yes. But it would require throwing you under the bus to keep him occupied tonight."

I paused for a second, giving Jack another good look. He and Sousa were still in the middle of a heated argument while Sousa tried to convince him I was actually a time traveler, and even though they both seemed exasperated, Jack also seemed to be enjoying the back and forth. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Peggy Carter, it would be an absolute honor to assist you on a mission," I said, turning to her with a smile. "Even if it means spending the evening learning about the forties from a slightly questionable teacher."

"You're a lifesaver," she said, giving me a smile back. She pushed off the desk, moving towards Daniel and Jack to interrupt them but shooting me a wink first. "And don't worry, I'll give you an actual introduction to the decade after this mission is over."

I nodded, then Peggy got Jack and Daniel's attention to put their argument to rest and explain the situation. Jack raised an eyebrow when Peggy told him his job would be keeping me company, but she phrased it well enough that it didn't quite sound like babysitting for either of us. Finally, he agreed, and Peggy and Daniel headed out for their event, leaving me and Jack Thompson alone in the bullpen of the LA SSR.

He stood by the windows, staring out at the traffic below as I spun around in a swivel chair. I kept looking at him, but he didn't look over at me once, at least not that I could catch. Finally, after a few more rotations, I huffed a sigh and pushed myself up. I put my hands on my hips, but Jack still didn't look over.

"Alright, I'm bored out of my mind, which should not be a possibility less than three hours after I suddenly appeared in a different time period," I said. Jack finally looked over at me, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he did. I continued. "You're supposed to be helping me adjust to this place, since I don't know how long I'm gonna be here. Believe it or not, it didn't take me that long to adjust to this office."

He sighed heavily, but stepped away from the window anyway, stopping a few feet in front of me with his arms across his chest. He stared at me for a few seconds without saying anything, and I just stared right back. I crossed my arms to mirror him and he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You're really from the future?" he finally asked.

"Did the twenty minutes Peggy and Daniel spent convincing you not settle this matter?"

He grunted, then finally dropped his arms back to his sides.

"Fine. What do you want to do then?"

I grinned. "Any good places to grab a drink and a dance around here?”

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"This is only my first week in LA, so if this place ends up being terrible, it's the city's fault and not mine," said Jack as we stepped out of the cab together. I'd taken a second to find a dress to steal from Peggy's emergency disguise stash at the SSR, since my 21st century mission clothes would probably cause a riot if I went out in them, and then Jack and I had jumped in a cab to a spot in town he'd heard about.

"Boooo," I teased as he paid the driver and we headed in together. "You can't consider the possibility of the night being a failure before it's even started! It's a jinx."

"A jinx?"

"Yeah, you know. Like bad luck."

"I know the definition of the word jinx," he scoffed. "I just think it's ridiculous you believe in them."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Actually, I didn't want to tell Peggy and Daniel this, but in the future we've discovered that a lot of things people dismissed as superstitions or bad luck are actually true. Like jinxes. Oh, and breaking a mirror? That actually will mess you up! We didn't realize it until science advanced a little further, I think in the seventies, but it's true."

Jack stared at me for a few seconds, and I stared back with a perfectly neutral expression on my face. Then, he broke into a grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

"You're messing with me."

"I definitely am."

He scoffed and shook his head, but the smile didn't drop off his face. He sighed dramatically, looking up at the club in front of us, then held out his arm for me to take.

"C'mon. You're the one who wanted to experience the time period."

I smiled up at him, then looped my arm through his. He pulled me a little closer, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't speed up a bit as we walked into the club together.

Immediately I got hit with the music I associated with the swinging jazz of the 1940s as we stepped into a world of men in suits and women in old-style dresses, all twirling across the dancefloor together.

"Whoa," I breathed. Suddenly, it started to sink in that I was actually in the 1940s, more than 80 years from everything and everyone I knew. A new surge of sympathy for Steve welled up in my chest.

"You alright?" asked Jack, nudging me a little as we stood in the doorway. I took a deep breath in and out, then slowly nodded. "Okay, good. Let's go get a drink.”

I huffed a laugh as he pulled me through the crowd and towards the bar. We managed to find two stools, and Jack pulled my seat out for me before I sat down. I couldn't help giving him a slightly bemused look, which he grunted about as he took the seat next to me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, waving him off. "Just, you know... forties."

He turned to stare at me, his eyebrows knit together, but the bartender appeared before he could question what I was talking about.

"What can I get the two of you?" asked the bartender. Jack turned to me, letting me go first.

"I'll have an old fashioned, please."

Both he and Jack looked at me for a second, but I looked right back at both of them like they were crazy for questioning it (because they were). After a second, Jack shrugged and turned back to the bartender.

"I'll do the same."

The bartender nodded, then moved away to make the drinks. I turned and gave Jack a smile.

"Thanks for buying," I said. "I didn't have my wallet on me when I got sucked back in time, and even if I did, I don't think the bartender would be able to accept the kind of bills I carry. I'm not trying to get arrested for counterfeiting a few hours into being in the past."

Jack chuckled. "Sure thing. So, an old fashion, huh?"

"Yeah. It's Ton- uh, it's my friend's favorite drink. He got me drinking them, too."

"Hm. Future sounds like a wild place."

"Honestly, I'd say 1940 is a little wilder."

The bartender set down our drinks, and Jack put a few bills on the table. Then, once he was out of earshot again, I turned to Jack with a smile.

"Cheers," I said, raising my glass in toast. "To new experiences and getting to know each other and this weird ass trip back to the past."

Jack smiled, although I could tell he was fighting it, and clinked his glass with mine before we both took a sip.

"So, Jack Thompson... tell me about the forties."

Jack and I spent the next hour talking about everything from foods that hadn't been invented yet (ranch dressing!) to the weird, national popularity of baseball and how I couldn't wait to see people start getting the memo about the NBA. Some of it was informative, even helpful, but for the most part we just... talked. Laughed. Joked around and enjoyed each other's company like people who'd known each other much longer than a few hours.

For some reason, it just felt easy. Going into this, heading out with someone who was clearly a confident, if not arrogant, man from the 1940s, with Peggy's warnings on top of everything else? Well, let's just say I didn't have the highest of hopes. But by some miracle, whether it was our equally loud and teasing personalities or that fact that I proudly didn't know anything about baseball beyond the fact that games took way too long, rather than the ignorance or indifference he had been expecting... Jack Thompson and I got on like wildfire.

"I'm just saying, when you're watching a legend play, that's the only part of the game that matters!" Jack continued, defending his baseball stance. "And DiMaggio's a legend."

"Yeah, no shit," I scoffed, rolling my eyes to go with it. Jack snorted at my language, but I caught him grinning at me all the same as he took a sip from his drink. "But, unlike in other sports, your legend's only playing for like fifteen minutes out of every hour. Still boring!"

Jack opened his mouth, clearly ready with some other comeback that would do absolutely nothing to change my position, but before he could, the band started up with something I actually recognized.

"Oh my God!" I cried, setting down the now-empty glass that previously held my second old fashioned. "This song- we have to go dance!"

"You know this song?" asked Jack, only looking slightly bemused as he set down his glass and I dragged him towards the dance floor.

"Yeah. Steve plays it all. The damned. Time," I said, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the floor. I moved to drop Jack's hand now that I'd gotten him out here, but he just squeezed it tighter and pulled me closer. "It's one of the only songs from the forties he plays that I can actually stand."

Jack scoffed, wrapping an arm around my waist as we started twirling across the floor together. "You're actually friends with him? Sousa wasn't making that whole thing up?"

"What? No. Actually, I'm the one that helped him adjust to the future not long after he woke up in my time."

Jack nodded, looking thoughtful. "So that's why you recognized Carter? Sousa said you almost fainted from excitement when you first saw her."

"No. I mean, sort of, I guess. But I would've known her even without Steve. She's only the coolest, most badass woman and intelligence pioneer the world has ever known," I said. Jack snorted, and I scowled. "What? You disagree?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I'd probably argue there are some other intelligence pioneers that deserve mention. But... I guess no, I don't necessarily disagree. Just don't mention it to her, alright? I'll deny it, and I don't need her immortalization from a time traveler being thrown in my face every time I work a case with her for the rest of time."

I laughed, and Jack gave me a knowing smile before spinning me out and away from him. He twirled me across the floor before pulling me back to him quickly. We moved in perfect harmony, picking up our pace to match the band and putting the other couples to shame. We quickly got lost in our own little world, to the point that everyone and everything except the music disappeared. When Jack sped up, I sped up a little more, and we easily met each other's challenges, stupid smiles on our faces the whole time.

When a slower song started playing, Jack and I finally relaxed the pace, forgoing the elaborate dance moves to just sway in place and catch our breaths for a minute. I was still a little lost in our moment, enough so that I didn't notice someone else approaching us until he shoved himself part way between me and Jack.

"Hey doll. Mind if I cut in?" The guy leered over me, totally ignoring Jack as he reached for my hand without waiting for my answer. I scoffed, my tired-but-happy smile instantly turning into a scowl. Jack seemed equally frustrated and moved as if he was about to step in and do something about it, but I decided to just take care of it for the both of us.

"Actually, yeah, I do mind," I snapped, fixing the guy with an unimpressed look as I snatched my hand out of his reach. He seemed incredibly surprised by my response, but I plowed ahead anyway. "I'm dancing with someone already, and even if I weren't, I have no interest at all in dancing with you. So... scram. Or beat it. Or whatever people say now."

The man just stood there for a second, open-mouthed, blinking at me in stunned silence. Then, his expression shifted into a scowl and his face started to turn red.

"I- You- How dare you-!"

"Dude, get lost," I said, crossing my arms and staring him down as I talked over him. I glanced over his shoulder to Jack, who also looked shocked but in a pleasantly surprised way, and addressed him. "What's another good way to tell someone to go away?"

He shrugged, a delighted smile growing on his face. "Take a powder?"

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jack just nodded, so I looked back at the rude guy. "Alright, take a powder. Hit the bricks. Take a long walk off a short pier. Other creative ways to say leave. I want to dance to this lovely song with my dance partner here, who is not you, so... yeah. Take the blatant instructions."

The man whirled around to Jack, like he expected him to say or do something to reign me in. Jack just shrugged again.

"You heard the lady. I'm not gonna tell you anything she didn't already say."

The man scowled, whipping back to look at me again. I just met him with crossed arms and a look that told him I wouldn't be budging an inch. He spluttered a few more incoherent words in indignation, then stormed off the dance floor and out of sight. I sighed, then faced Jack again.

"How wildly out of place was that for the time period? Both him and me?" I asked. Jack grinned.

"Him? Not very. You? Insanely," he said, taking my hand again as we went back to gently swaying in place. He tugged me a little closer to his chest, and I smiled. "I gotta say though, I sure enjoyed watching it."

"Good. Because I don't actually care at all, and I had a lot of fun doing that."

Jack laughed, throwing his head back before fixing me with a brilliant smile. He twirled me out and away from him again, then pulled me right back into his chest. We swayed together, closer than we'd been all night, and to my surprise I started noticing more than a few butterflies squirming in my chest as I stared up at the SSR Chief. Hm, noted the more logical side of my brain as we moved across the crowded dance floor. Nice, my heart replied as Jack's strong hand laid firmly on my waist and my hand traveled to the collar of his shirt.

Jack and I spent the rest of the night at the club, enjoying the music, the dancing, and each other's company until the place turned on the lights and threw us out. A few times, other men came up to hit on me and "steal me away" from Jack. Each time, I dressed them down and sent them on their way, and each time Jack just grinned and watched me do it. I could still tell he was ready to jump in, that his instinct was to take care of it for me, but he seemed to enjoy watching the jerks splutter and babble in shock and surprise as much as I did.

Afterwards, when we wandered back out onto the LA street together, Jack insisted on escorting me back to Howard Stark's place, where I'd be staying with Peggy. It was going to be incredibly weird staying at Tony's dad's house, meeting him and the real-human Jarvis, but I could process that later. Right now, I wanted to focus on the amazing, less-weird parts of being in the 40s. Specifically Jack Thompson, who I'd just spent a wonderful night enjoying this new time period with.

Jack hailed us a cab, and I rested my head on his shoulder and watched the city go by as the taxi took us out of the city, to the massive Stark mansion. It was basically a 40s version of Tony's Malibu house, and a pang of sadness tightened in my chest when I realized I had no idea when–or if–I would see my friends again.

I took a deep breath and shook those thoughts out of my head as the car came to a stop. All of that was a problem for later, not now. Jack got out first, holding the door for me and offering a hand to help me out, which I took. Rather than dropping it once I stood, he wrapped it around his arm as he asked the cabbie to wait and escorted me towards the house. We stopped on the porch and turned to face each other, and I realized I actually really didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for showing me around the forties," I said, giving Jack a small smile. "It was actually really fun."

"You don't have to sound so surprised," he griped, but a smile made its way onto his face all the same. "So... I don't know how long you're gonna be here, and obviously we've got a lot of other work to do with Carter and Sousa tomorrow, but... maybe I could take you out again sometime. There's still a lot of forties you haven't seen yet."

"I'd like that," I said, a warm feeling welling up in my chest. I hesitated a second as Jack and I stared at each other on the doorstep, then decided to say fuck it and keep doing what I'd been doing all night: following my impulses. "Quick question: in the forties, if I kiss you on the first date, is that going to scare you off or something?"

Jack grinned. "It might get a raised eyebrow from the cabbie, but I sure as shit won't be complaining."

"Good."

With that, I grabbed Jack's lapels and tugged him towards me, leaning up just a bit and giving him a kiss. It was short, really just a quick peck since we'd just met, but fireworks exploded in my chest at the sensation anyway.

Jack's grin stayed in place as we pulled apart, and his hand lingered on my waist an extra second before dropping to his side. He took a step backwards, towards the waiting car, even as his eyes stayed on mine. I rested my hand on the doorknob, watching Jack and trying to stay in the moment even as he walked away.

"Welcome to the forties, sweetheart," he called as he made it down the porch steps and into the driveway. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I waved, a smile on my own face to match his. "Can't wait."

Jack gave a short wave and one last grin before getting into the cab. I watched as he drove away, a smile still on my own face even after I knew he couldn't see it. Finally, after the lights of the cab faded back into the LA night, I turned on my heel and walked into the house.

I'd been in the 40s for less than twelve hours, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't even scratched the tip of the iceberg on exploring the time period, or what frustrations being eighty years removed from everything I knew would bring. But, despite all that, I'd had a blast tonight, and tomorrow I'd get to start working with THE Peggy Carter. Whether I was only here for another few hours or it turned into months or longer, I couldn't help being excited at the idea of everything that was yet to come for me, not least of all my next date with Jack Thompson.

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The Morally Grey Ch 4: See My Laboratory ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader

Reader finally shows Peggy one of her laboratories, and more than just sparks fly in there…

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Warnings: kissing, fluff, teasing, physical teasing, love confessions, etc.

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Peggy showed up on the dot at 9 o’clock on Tuesday morning. She knocked promptly, and you scurried to the door. You opened the door, smiling as you saw the British agent standing in front of you.

“Peggy! Do come in…!” You exclaimed.

“Thank you. Quite an out of the way laboratory, isn’t it?” The brunette noted.

You chuckled.

“It’s my most private one. No one’s ever been here but myself… Well and now you…” you admitted with a light blush.

“Ahh, I see…” The woman chuckled, her cheeks going lightly pink as well.

“Here, let me show you around…” you quickly changed topics.

You walked through your lab with Peggy, showing her your inventions, big and small, and she listened with intent and awe. You ended in the middle of your Vibranium testing.

“This is a Beta test “suit” made out of Part Vibranium” you said, indicating to the model wearing the two piece shirt and pants armor.

“Well it seems we have come full circle…” Peggy mused aloud, “We caught you buying Vibranium, and here you are, creating revolutionary fabric out of it…”

“Haha, yes…” you chuckled, remembering that long night in which you two had met.

Your gaze wandered from the model to the brunette. She could feel you staring. But she didn’t mind. Her eyes eventually floated to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered away as soon as she look towards you, and your face went red.

Peggy walked over to you, coming into your personal space. Her hand grabbed your wrist, delicately swiveling your body to face her.

“Look at me, Darling…” Peggy softly coaxed.

You listened to the woman like it was second nature, your eyes gravitating to hers. She smiled at you.

“I have a confession to make…” the brunette sighed.

Oh no… What??

Your mind started to spiral at her words… Your eyes darted frantically around her frame, looking for the answer some her, but you found nothing. The woman took her hand and cupped your cheek, directing your gaze back to her eyes.

“Relax. Nothing like that.” She cooed, practically reading your mind.

“Alright, then what…?” You asked.

“I… I lied to you earlier… Well… I didn’t lie, I just didn’t really tell you the truth…” Peggy confessed, “I didn’t only let you go because of what you do…”

Your heart was racing. Hope was starting to creep up in your throat.

“You didn’t…?” You asked, eagerly prompting the brunette to go on.

“No. I… I let you go because… I’m attracted to you…” Peggy breathed out.

You completely lost your breath at her words. Your eyes went wide and your throat went dry.

“I…” you chocked out.

Peggy suddenly withdrew and looked concerned.

“I’m sorry. I must have read the signs incorrectly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I—” She backtracked quickly.

“No—!” You exclaimed, swiftly closing in on Peggy, pining her between you and on of your lab tables.

“No…? I’m not sure I understand…?” the brunette asked, puzzled.

You took a deep breath and reached out to take her hands in yours.

Those sparks of electricity came rushing back…

“No, you didn’t misread the signs.” You nervously explained, “I… I like you too…”

The brunette’s face relaxed at her words. And you both became apparently aware of the physical position you found yourselves to be in. You pulled your hands out and coughed as a way to distract from your furious blush at your close intimacy with the woman. You began to back away, but this time she grabbed your hands and pulled you close again.

“I would usually wait until I ask a girl out until I ask this but…” Peggy rambled.

“But…?” You quickly asked.

“But I’d really like to kiss you right now… If that’s alright…?” She whispered with a hint of nerves in her tone.

Your breathing was shallow and you felt like you were floating on air.

“Yes please…” you whispered back.

All nerves disappeared from the woman’s face, her eyes starting to glimmer. She didn’t waste any time after your words in leaning in and connecting her lips to yours. Peggy’s lips were plump and soft. And oh so intoxicating… She kissed with a certain softness but such passion at the same time. Your lips let out a lengthy whimper on accident, and then the woman pulled away.

“I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, Peggy…! I’m—” you began apologizing, thinking you had done something wrong.

Peggy simply placed a finger over you lips.

“Nonsense. You did nothing wrong. That was… the best kiss I’ve had… in a long time…” the brunette whispered, then moving her finger away for you to respond.

“Ohh…” you murmured, going red at the praise she was giving you, “Wait then why did you pull away…?”

Peggy chuckled lightly. She leaned into your space even more, her lips grazing the shell of your left ear.

“I was going to tell you how absolutely delicious your pretty little sound was…” the woman purred in your ear.

Her words made you stomache sink and sent waves of sparks to your core…

Peggy pulled back just enough to where you could see her again and her lips were inches away from yours. Your eyes flickered from her eyes, to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. She was so close you could feel her breath.

You wanted her to close the gap… Kiss you once more…

But Peggy did the opposite. She pulled away.

“Well, this was lovely. Thank you, Darling.” The woman sighed contently, “Perhaps we can have dinner together sometime…?”

You sighed in relief at her words.

“I would love that, Peggy.” You smiled.

“Ohhh Darling… You’re going to be the death of me...” Peggy cooed.

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