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heyy could you do a fluffy cartinelli fic where they're old ladies living happily ever after

Thanks for the ask! Gal Pals

A/N: This ask is set in 1981 when Raiders of the Ark premiered. The Uptown Theater was a movie theater nestled in Washington, D.C.’s Cleveland Park neighborhood. Built in 1936, it hosted several world premieres, including Jurassic Park, and it was one of the 32 theaters to play Star Wars on opening day.

Peggy ended up in DC with S.H.I.E.L.D. in this universe, and Angie followed.

***

“Hurry up, darling. We’re going to be late!” Peggy glanced at her watch and sighed. After almost 35 years, she should be used to Angie running behind schedule.

“Hold your horses, English. I’m coming,” Angie grumbled as she came into the room. “Some of us had to work today and are exhausted.”

“Were your students troublesome?” Peggy teased. She placed her hand on Angie’s back and ushered her through their front door.

“Summer classes are rarely troublesome, Peg,” Angie corrected. “They just get excited because of the summer musical revue.”

Peggy turned the key in the lock and tugged at it. Satisfied their home was secure, she turned to Angie and offered her arm. Angie slipped her own through and shrugged. “Honestly, I shouldn’t complain. Most of the teachers would kill to have interested students.”

“Most teachers didn’t share the stage with Julie Andrews and Carol Channing,” Peggy observed.

Angie rolled her eyes. “I was in the ensemble. I don’t think Julie knew my name until you showed up and started talking in the same posh accent.”

“Such a lovely woman.”

“Meanwhile,” Angie pressed, “I don’t think my resume impresses my students.”

Peggy let her eyes trail down Angie’s form before resting appreciatively on the soft curves of her bottom. “Perhaps not your male students,” she smirked.

Angie scoffed. “I’m 56, Peggy.”

“And they’re hormone-fueled college students. Trust me, I’ve been to your shows. I’ve seen how their eyes wander,” she growled.

Angie slapped her hand against Peggy’s arm. “Stop it. You’re almost 60.”

“I’ll never be too old for jealousy, darling.”

Angie threw her a sly grin. “Are you too old for other things?”

Peggy tugged her closer. “We don’t have to go to the movie tonight,” she winked.

“Nope! I’ve been dreaming of movie popcorn all week,” Angie told her. “We’re going.” She glanced at Peggy and cleared her throat. “We can talk about that… later.”

“Flirting aside,” Peggy smiled, “your students love you, as evidenced by the waitlist every semester. They’re going to be heartbroken when you retire.”

Angie nodded and smoothed a hand down her dress. “I’ll miss them, too.” She gazed thoughtfully at Peggy. “Was it hard for you? Leaving the field and becoming a Director? I know retiring from teaching college drama isn’t the same, but-”

“Darling, I’ve told you many times. Your job is not lesser than mine.”

“You saved the world from Hydra, Pegs. And aliens. And that one guy who could talk to slugs.” She pursed her lips. “That one was weird, and I still don’t fully understand it.”

“And you educate the minds of future generations,” Peggy interrupted. “I daresay your job is more important.”

“Do you miss it?” Angie pressed again.

Peggy grew pensive. She’d been Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. for over thirty years but still sometimes longed for the adrenaline-fueled missions in a foreign country. She’d always enjoyed fieldwork, and although she occasionally participated in missions here and there, her job these days tended to be at a desk, sifting through requests and dealing with bureaucratic nonsense.

“I do miss it,” Peggy admitted. “I miss the camaraderie in the field. The satisfaction of capturing an enemy agent. Going to sleep at night sore and bruised but knowing the world’s a little bit safer because of it.”

“I don’t miss it,” Angie told her softly. “I hated nights waiting up for you. Hoping you were safe. Cleaning up your bloodied face and hands. Watching you while you slept and wondering if you’d return the next time you left.”

Peggy sighed. She knew all of that. She’d only been released from the hospital for a few days in March 1977 before she tried to volunteer for a mission her team could handle without her. When Angie found out, a particularly explosive argument ensued. In the end, Peggy had trudged into Howard’s office and told him she needed to scale back fieldwork and focus on how she could best serve S.H.I.E.L.D. from her desk.

“I know, and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

Angie smiled and bumped her shoulder against Peggy’s. “Well, I probably shouldn’t have said some of those things back then. But,” she continued, “it’s much nicer getting to see you every day. Nice to worry less, too.”

“You might not have to worry if Johnson gets his way,” Peggy scowled. “I’ve never seen someone campaign so hard for an unavailable job.”

“Oh, please,” Angie rolled her eyes. “They’ll have to pry your cold dead body out of that chair before you willingly leave.”

Peggy frowned. “That’s a big dramatic.”

“Am I wrong?”

Peggy smiled but didn’t answer. “Tell me again what we’re seeing?”

***

“Raiders of the Lost Ark?” Peggy asked, studying the poster plastered outside the Uptown Theater.

“Yup!” Angie grinned.

“Han Solo made a biblical movie?”

Angie laughed and nudged Peggy in the ribs. “Don’t pretend you don’t know the actor’s name. Besides, I know you secretly think Harrison Ford is a dreamboat.”

Peggy turned away from the poster and frowned. “What? No! I merely said he was a nice-looking man.”

“Come on, Pegs. Any time we pass a Star Wars poster, you glance at it appreciatively.”

Peggy huffed. “He’s young enough to be my son.”

Angie giggled. “And Greer Garson was old enough to be my mother, but that didn’t stop me.”

“You always did have a soft spot for English accents,” Peggy murmured affectionately.

“You think?” Angie laughed and slipped her arm back through Peggy’s. “Now, let’s go get some popcorn and find a seat. I’m excited to see Han Solo beat the Nazis.”

Peggy looked startled. “What?”

“You’ll see,” Angie promised.

***

Peggy found their seats and waited for Angie to sit before taking hers and handing the giant bucket of popcorn Angie had insisted they buy. As she sipped her drink, she watched Angie fish a bag of candy from her purse, followed by another box of Cracker Jack.

“Retrieving a measuring tape or lamp out next?” Peggy asked dryly.

“I understand that reference,” Angie smirked. “And no, I’m not. But I refuse to pay what they want for a box of Cracker Jack.”

“So, you resort to candy smuggling.”

“Whatever it takes, English. I’m saving money. Be grateful.”

Peggy shook her head in amusement and passed the soda to Angie.

Angie took a long sip and gazed at Peggy. “You know one of the best things about being old ladies now?”

“I thought we established that we’re not old.”

“Hush, grandma.”

Peggy rolled her eyes but said nothing.

“Nobody gives us a second glance when we go out. We’re just two older – okay, middle-aged ladies – spending time together. Best friends. Gal pals.”

Peggy snorted inelegantly. “Gal pals. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that one.”

Angie laughed. “Yep. Gal pals. Getting popcorn and sharing a soda.”

The lights dimmed, and cheers broke out in the theater as the opening credits began to play.

Peggy felt a warm palm slip into her lap and brush against her thigh. She glanced at Angie. Her lover’s eyes were fixed on the movie screen, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Peggy placed her hand over Angie’s and laced their fingers together. She leaned over and felt Angie shudder when her lips brushed against her ear.

“What else do these gal pals share, darling?”

Angie turned her head until her lips were almost touching Peggy’s. “I promise to tell you all about it when we get home tonight, English.”

Peggy’s pulse quickened, but ever aware of their surroundings, she pulled away and returned her gaze to the screen. Giving Angie’s hand a squeeze, she settled in her seat and watched Indiana Jones swing across a deep chasm, off to seek his ark and adventure.

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captainsophiestark · 1 month ago

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DIY Karma

Angie Martinelli x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Marvel

Day Fifteen Prompt: "Let's try this."

Summary: Peggy Carter might be happy with the high road when Jack Thompson takes credit for her successes, but Angie Martinelli and her SO refuse to stand for it.

Word Count: 2,122

Category: Fluff, Humor

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"Are you sure this is the right floor?"

"No! I've never been here before! But I'm pretty sure it's the same one as the window where I saw that blond guy posturing this morning."

My girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, sighed and put her hands on her hips, straightening up from where she'd been crouching.

"Well, what are we going to do if we're wrong?"

I paused to think for a moment, then shrugged.

"I say we cross that bridge when we come to it."

Angie just shook her head. "I guess I don't have a better plan. Let's do this."

The two of us stepped up to the window we were currently hunkered outside of, about halfway up the side of a skyscraper in New York city. We'd made it up here courtesy of the fire escape, but we'd need to rely on our joint strength to actually get inside.

See, a few days ago, our mutual best friend Peggy Carter had finally told us the entire story of her life with the SSR. She hadn't been able to keep her job a secret anymore after Angie had found her on the window ledge outside her apartment, and of course, Angie told me everything. She'd explained some truly incredible things and told us some amazing stories, but unfortunately, the story ended with some asshole she worked with taking all the credit for her heroics. Peggy had told us she wasn't bothered, that it didn't matter who got the credit and that she knew her worth, blah blah blah. Angie and I had dropped it in the moment because we loved Peggy, but both of us refused to let this go the same way she had.

Hence our date night of sneaking up a fire escape with the end goal of breaking into the New York SSR. If Peggy wouldn't or couldn't call the guy out in a way that mattered, Angie and I were going to get revenge on her behalf.

Angie and I wreslted with the window for a few minutes, then finally managed to leverage it open without making too much noise. We slipped through carefully, thankfully finding ourselves in a dark, quiet, empty hallway.

"Okay, we're on the same floor as that chief guy," Angie whispered, turning back to me. "Now what?"

I paused, looking around with my hands on my hips. There were no clear designations of where we were, whether we'd made it into the SSR, or if the chief's office were anywhere around here. But the window I thought I'd seen him at had been to the right of where we were currently, so I nodded towards the right end of the hall.

"Let's try this."

Angie nodded, and the two of us set off together, hand in hand. I pulled her closer to me, our shoulders bumping as we walked along, matching grins on our faces. It was supposed to be a date night, after all.

After a few blind faith turns down different hallways, we stumbled into a large room full of desks. The lights were on, but lucky for us, nobody else was there. Angie and I shared a look, then quickly broke apart to search each side of the room.

I took the right side, hustling quickly to the back corner where, lo and behold, I found a door to an office with gold lettering spelling out "Chief".

"Angie!" I hissed, trying to keep quiet while getting her attention. "I found it!"

She grinned at me as she hustled over to join me. I tried the doorknob, and to my surprise, I found it unlocked.

Angie snorted. "What kind of an idiot keeps the door to his super secret boss office unlocked?"

"The kind that's just begging to be pranked because he doesn't appreciate Peggy," I said with a grin. Angie laughed as I eased the door open, and the two of us slipped inside.

It took our eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but we both knew better than to turn on any lights. Thankfully, the blinds were already closed, so no one coming back to the big office outside would see us in this one.

"Good job, babe," I said, moving to stand beside Angie as she set our prank bag down on a chair and got it open. "Absolutely massive step one complete."

She turned to me with a grin.

"Likewise. Now come on, where do you want to start?"

Angie and I worked like a well-oiled machine, going through our prank bag simultaneously for the best possible efficiency. It balanced out all the pausing we did to giggle and share the occasional celebratory kiss.

Angie set a thumbtack on the Chief's chair while I glued all his drawers shut. She hid whoopee cushions under every single other seat in the room, and I tucked a rubber snake behind some files, letting it lie in wait. After working through about half of our bag, Angie and I worked together to move every piece of furniture just slightly out of place. Not enough to be immediately noticable, but enough to cause some problems.

We were just starting to shift the desk when the door to the office came flying open.

The door hit the opposite wall with a bang, and Angie and I jumped so high our heads practically hit the ceiling. Standing in the doorway aiming guns at us were a man I didn't recognize and, thank god, Peggy.

As soon as Peggy registered it was us, she sighed, looking at the ceiling like she was praying for strength as she lowered her gun. The guy next to her followed her lead and lowered his weapon, although he still looked incredibly confused.

"What on Earth are the two of you doing here?" demanded Peggy, her gaze dropping from the ceiling to glare at the two of us. I put my hands on my hips and scowled.

"We're taking care of that asshole that stole credit for everything you did to save New York," I said. Peggy closed her eyes, clearly needing a minute to process her reaction. Angie shot me a thumbs up, so I blew her a kiss and mouthed "Thanks babe." She grinned.

"Okay, hold on," said the guy, putting up a hand and taking a step further into the room. "Clearly I'm missing something. Anybody want to clue me in? How did you two get in here? And don't I know you from somewhere?"

He looked at Angie for the last part, and I turned to my girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged.

"He came in with the blond asshole when they were hunting Peggy. Instead of the actual bad guy, Dottie. Who they let get away. And who Peggy would've caught."

I hummed my understanding, then turned back to glare at the guy who must've been Daniel Sousa. Peggy had talked about him a few times, and despite what Angie had just pointed out, he sounded generally cool. He even had the decency to grimace at the reminder from us.

"I'd like to return to a question from Daniel, if we could," said Peggy, her voice making it clear we would be returning to the question, and that Angie and I better have a damn good answer. "How exactly did the two of you get in here?"

"Fire escape," Angie and I said in sync. I turned to her with a smile, and she practically had hearts in her eyes looking back at me. We really were a dream couple.

"The fire escape doesn't come up to this office," Daniel said. "And I'm still waiting for a better answer on what the hell the two of you are doing here in the first place."

I sighed, then turned to Angie.

"Do you want to take it?"

She shrugged. "We can tell it together."

"Alright." I turned back to Peggy and Daniel. "Last time we got to talk to you, Peg, you explained a bunch of stuff, including about a really rude SSR Chief who was claiming a bunch of credit for work he didn't do."

"We know you said it didn't bother you," said Angie, jumping in before Peggy could. "But that's because you're Miss Always Takes The High Road. Sometimes your way works. And sometimes you need friends like us to create the karma guys like that need."

"And don't act like you're always so above it," I continued, pointing a finger at Peggy. "Angie told me she saw you chasing off one of the assholes that kept bothering her at the diner. She told me he looked scared to death."

Peggy pursed her lips, but wisely didn't refute what we'd said. Probably because she couldn't.

"Anyway," I continued, shifting a little closer to Angie. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and she draped one over my shoulders with a grin. "We decided to create some karama. I saw somebody that matched this Chief guy's description standing in the window up here, so Angie and I packed a bag full of pranks and got a move on."

"We came up the fire escape, and it came into a hallway somewhere up here. Didn't take us long to find our way into this office. We got to work, and now this guy Jack is in for a hell of a surprise when he comes to work tomorrow."

Peggy and Daniel just stared at us for a few long beats, looking a little bit stunned. Finally, Peggy sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. Daniel, on the other hand, had a little smile on his face.

"That's... pretty interesting," he said.

"But now it's time for the two of you to go," Peggy cut in. "Breaking into the offices of a high-level government agency was reckless and illegal. You're both just lucky Daniel and I are the ones working the night shift tonight."

"Or did we plan that?" I jumped in. All three of the other people in the room gave me a look, and I had to sigh. "Fine, we didn't plan that."

"There's no shame in a little luck, babe," Angie reassured me, giving my shoulder a squeeze. I smiled at her.

"Before we walk you guys out of here, why don't you show us how you got in?" Daniel said, taking a step back to give us room to walk past him and out of the door to the office. "Apparently we have a pretty big security hole that nobody knew about, so in exchange for pretending this never happened, you can help us patch it."

"Fine," I said, picking up our half-empty prank bag and taking Angie's hand. "I guess that's a pretty fair deal."

"It most certainly is," said Peggy, shaking her head at us as Angie and I walked past her and Daniel and out of the Chief's office. She still seemed a little stunned, either that we'd managed to break in here or that we'd gone to such lengths to get revenge on her behalf. Or both.

Angie and I stopped among the desks in the big, open work area of the SSR, waiting for Peggy and Daniel to follow. They paused in the doorway of the Chief's office, sharing a long look. They didn't say a word, but they were clearly having a silent argument. Finally, after a moment, Peggy turned away with a sigh.

"Alright, you two. Show me how you got in here."

"Right this way, English," said Angie. "Hope you can keep up."

Peggy huffed a laugh as she followed Angie, and I smiled. Even if she hadn't been expecting Angie and I's adventure tonight, I also knew she couldn't really stay made at us.

I was about to follow Peggy and Angie out of the room when I noticed Daniel Sousa hanging slightly back. He closed the door to the Chief's office then locked it up with a key, leaving it to look absolutely undisturbed without removing a single one of our pranks. I gave him a confused look, even as the corner of my mouth turned up in a smile.

He froze when he noticed me, then after a second, just gave me a little shrug.

"I'm not gonna go against Peggy's wishes for a vendetta she doesn't have. But that doesn't mean I'm not happy you did."

I grinned. "I think I like you, Daniel Sousa. If you and Peggy ever get on the same page, we should all go out for a double date some time."

Daniel looked like I'd punched him in the stomach. I just shot him a grin, then hurried after my best friend and my girlfriend. Angie and I had caused enough trouble tonight, and accomplished exactly what we set out to do. Now, I just wanted to go home and celebrate our victory with her. Preferably before Peggy caught wind of what I'd said to Daniel.

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