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Office Most-Eligible

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 20 Prompt: "This better be good."

Summary: When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies' breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they'd bargained for.

Word Count: 2,387

Category: Fluff, Humor

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

Daniel's POV

I sighed as I shuffled the papers in my hands, mentally running through the million things I had to do today. Peggy, Jack, and I had managed to stop Leviathan from leveling New York City and destroying Howard Stark, but that didn't mean the last six months since then had been any more relaxed. If anything, it had gotten busier than ever before.

There had even been talk of opening another branch of the agency in LA, which was a whole other insane possibility fluttering around in my mind. It was enough to distract me to the point that I didn't notice Thompson, half-hidden by the entryway to the agency, until I ran into him.

"Thompson? What the hell are you-?"

"Sh!"

He raised his finger to his lips and glared at me. I glared back.

"Why are you-"

"Sousa! Shut up and listen," he hissed, jerking his head towards a grate in the wall. I frowned and made a demanding "what?" gesture, but he just nodded towards the grate again. I sighed, so long-suffering it wasn't even funny, but shuffled closer.

"This better be good," I grumbled. Jack just waved his hand at me.

Through the grate, I could hear voices talking and giggling loudly. It sounded like all the ladies who sat outside the entrance to the agency, guarding the door and keeping up the front that this was a phone company, talking together like they were in the break room. I paused, curious enough to entertain Thompson's nonsense for another ten seconds.

"-saying is, there's a definite ranking of all the guys in this office. And yours ain't it."

The girls dissolved into another fit of giggles, and I scowled. I grabbed Thompson's arm and yanked him away from the grate, out of earshot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, keeping my voice low just in case. "You're eavesdropping on coworkers in their breakroom? Instead of working? You're the Chief!"

"I don't know if you caught it, Sousa, but they're talking about us. Specifically which one of us they'd most want to date. I'd call that research and intelligence work for future opportunities."

Jack gave me a smirk as he drifted back towards the vent. I scowled and followed to drag him away and make him do his damned job, but froze when I heard the ladies welcoming our newest addition to the agency, the second female agent in SSR history. She'd been here a little over five months, had become instant best friends with Peggy Carter, and had me head over heels within a week of knowing her.

And apparently she'd just walked into the breakroom.

Jack gave me a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow, and I glared right back. But I couldn't quite manage to drag myself away either, no matter how much my brain told me I should.

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Y/N's POV

"You came at the perfect time!"

I pulled a snack out of the fridge and looked suspiciously at Mary, one of the switch operators who worked outside the SSR. In the short time I'd been here, I'd gotten to know her and Rose pretty well, since they mostly alternated shifts for our main door guard. Rose and I had quickly bonded over our mutual feminism and desire for independence; Mary and I had bonded through being troublemakers, and I had a feeling I was about to see some more of that.

"Why?" I asked, drifting halfway to the door now that I had secured my snack. Mary smiled.

"We were just talking about the boys in the office. We have a few different opinions about who would make the best boyfriends and husbands, and since you know them all so well... I mean, I can't think of anyone else with a better reason to chime in."

I scoffed. "Nice try Mary, but no way am I engaging in this conversation. See you all later!"

The rest of the women in the room booed playfully, but I didn't turn around as I reached the door. Mary, however, knew me well enough to figure out how to stop me in my tracks.

"Well, I guess that means Jack Thompson is the definitive winner!"

I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door in front of me, hand on the half-turned doorknob. I'd come so close to avoiding this nonsense, and it still wasn't too late for me to take the exit. I scowled and scrunched my nose, then turned around to squint at all my coworkers looking back at me.

"Be completely honest, I'll be able to tell if you're lying," I started, still only half-turned away from the door. "How many of you would put Jack Thompson at the top of your 'SSR's Most Eligible Bachelor' list?"

A few hands shot into the air, followed by a few more tentative hands that must've heard the disgust in my tone. All in all, about half the room had their hands up for him. I sighed, long and heavy.

"And the other runners up were...?"

A few people called out names of other men in the office, most of whom were barely better (or definitely worse) than Jack. I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head.

"You all have terrible taste in men."

Half the room, Mary included, started laughing, and the other half looked offended. I shook my head and turned to leave again, but Mary stopped me again before I could go.

"Who would you choose then, if not Thompson? You can't criticize our taste without giving us some insight into your process."

Her grin stretched across her entire face as she stared at me, waiting for me to take the bait. Her hand had been the first in the air for Thompson, but I could tell she genuinely wanted to debate me more than she wanted to defend him.

I sighed.

"Fine. But I'm going to make this quick and then I'm gonna go do my job, because I have a ton of stuff to do today," I said, finally stepping away from the door to stand in the middle of the room. Everyone stared at me, leaning forward in their seats a little, Mary most of all. "...I can't believe I'm about to engage in this."

Mary scoffed and I rolled my eyes, but then took a deep breath and dove in. What the hell, right?

"Okay, first of all, let me clarify: I can understand, from a surface level, why you might pick Thompson. He's handsome, and if you didn't spend much time with him, I can see why you'd think he might make a good partner. Honestly, in the five months I've known him, I've even seen a few glimmers of hope that there might be a heart of gold underneath all that arrogance, posturing, and chauvinism. However. In terms of best guy in the office to have as a partner? He does not even come close to touching Daniel Sousa."

A few people raised their eyebrows, half leaning forward and half leaning back and crossing their arms. I ignored them all (especially Mary, who beamed at me), and continued.

"Listen. Sousa is... kind of ridiculously attractive. He's handsome, with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen in your entire life... and he's super strong. I've seen him one-handed lift a bunch of different things the other agents struggled with using their whole bodies. He looks incredible in a sweater vest, to say nothing of suits and non-sweater vest clothes."

I saw considering nods around the room as people took in my words. I paused and took a deep breath, then continued.

"More than all of that, though... Daniel is kind. He's strong in his morals and his character, not just physically. He's got a great sense of humor, and his jokes don't rest on being a mean, close-minded jackass. And, above anything else, he respects me. He respects Peggy. He treats us as equals. I don't know about you guys, but... that means everything to me. And finding a man who's kind, smart, strong, handsome, and will treat me as an equal partner? Come on. Daniel's got it all."

I hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the expressions of everyone else around the room while I was talking, but now I focused back in to see the majority looking thoughtful. I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, and started backing towards the door.

"Uh, anyway... long way of saying I'd put Daniel at the top of my list."

Mary grinned at me as I continued heading for the door, then pushed out of her chair and called out to the whole room.

"Hear that? Sousa's off limits, these two are going to be dating in the next month if we have anything to say about it."

"MARY!"

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Daniel's POV

Jack and I stood in the hallway, stunned into silence as we stared into space. My brain had been telling me to stop listening a while ago, but I'd been shocked enough that my body had refused to listen. Now, my heart was telling me I was on the verge of a cardiac arrest.

"You go get him, girl!" Mary's voice continued through the vents. Then, with determination and glee dripping from her words, "I'm staying after Thompson. I'm gonna fix him."

I heard some light-hearted laughter, and then a door shutting. In a few seconds, the girl who'd just poured her heart out to me without realizing it would be coming into the office, a few feet from Jack and I's stupid hiding place.

"You look like you're about to puke," said Jack, a beaming grin on his face. I scowled.

"Why don't you? You just got called a couple pretty bad things."

"What? Like 'attractive'? All I was hearing were positives." He grinned at me, then sobered slightly before slapping me on the shoulder and taking a few steps away. "Don't psych yourself out on this one though, Sousa. She's a catch, and she's clearly in love with you. If you don't take a shot, I might have to."

I scoffed and shook my head. I knew Jack didn't really mean that; it was his own, terrible way of trying to be supportive.

I sighed and tried to brace myself as I walked over to the entrance to the SSR. Thompson was wrong about many, many, many things, but he was right about this: I needed to take my shot.

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Y/N's POV

"Holy- Daniel!" I nearly dropped the snack I'd taken a detour to retrieve as I cleared the SSR doors and came face to face with Daniel, especially since I'd just poured my heart out about him to a bunch of our coworkers. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Uh... sorry," he said, shifting his weight around a little and running a hand through his hair. He looked almost as comfortable as I felt.

"Is, uh, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Well, sort of. I just..." He cleared his throat, then jerked his eyes away from the floor and the wall to meet mine. "I need to tell you something, and then I need to ask you something."

"...Okay?"

"First, I... I heard what you said in the breakroom. About me. And about Jack, which was fun too, but... It feels important that you know I heard the stuff you said about me."

My heart stopped in my chest, and I blinked a few times as black spots danced at the very edges of my vision. I was going to kill Mary.

"Uh..."

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry," he said, holding up a hand. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just... I let Thompson suck me into something I should've known better about. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Daniel," I said, a little breathless as my legs finally started working to move me past him. I could not deal with this a second longer. "Don't worry about it, I'll... I have to go-"

"Wait!" he cried. He put one hand on my arm to stop me, then quickly dropped it when I turned back to look at him. I watched him take a deep breath, my heart hammering a thousand times even though it only took a few seconds, then he continued. "Look, I know I might've lost a few points in your book for the eavesdropping, which is fair, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't head over heels for you too. Have been since the first few days you got to the agency. You're smart and strong and funny and... God, listen to me."

He looked down and shook his head, and I noticed a slight blush rising up his neck and cheeks. Slowly, my heart dropped back to a normal rhythm, and I started to smile.

"Okay, what I'm trying to say is... I feel the same way about you that you do about me," he said, finally looking up at me again. "And if you'd still be interested... I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime."

I beamed at him, unable to stop the smile completely overtaking my face. I looked down, and when I looked up again, Daniel's stare was still on me, a smile hopefully flickering in and out of place.

"Daniel, I'd love that," I finally said.

"You would?"

"Yeah. I really, really like you, eavesdropping and all."

He huffed a laugh, the shaky smile turning into full-on beaming.

"Great! How's tomorrow night sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight." He started to back away, so both of us could get to the mountain of work we had to tackle at some point today, then stopped. "If that works for you, that is?"

I smiled. "That absolutely works for me."

"Alright, great! I'll see you then. And, uh, around the office, I guess."

"I'll see you around the office."

We shared another set of dorky, ridiculous smiles as we backed away from each other, going to do our separate tasks for at least part of the day. Thank God Thompson wasn't around to see either of us.

At some point, he and the rest of our coworkers would probably catch on to the two of us dating, unless the first date somehow went so horribly there wasn't a second. But I'd meant every word I'd said to the rest of our coworkers about Daniel. And if a little eavesdropping had led to him asking me out, I couldn't bring myself to be too upset about any of it.

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Jack Thompson x Reader

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What Lies Before US

Chapter 19

A/N: once again thank you @clinicallydepressedreader for the lovely reblog of the last chapter! I do appreciate every like/feedback a great deal. 

The next morning, before the sun had made its way above the horizon, the two of them packed up their things in the office before making their way back to the bunker. It was still locked, so Jack entered the code to gain access.

“Seems like no one broke out”, he commented sarcastically.

They were greeted by silence as they made their way back towards the interrogation chamber. The first person they came across was Sousa, who looked like he hadn’t slept much.

“You look a bit under the weather”, Y/N said with a small smile, “Everything alright?”

The brunet nodded. “Yeah. Peggy’s asleep. So is her brother.”

“Did you get anything?”, Jack asked, pointing towards the interrogation room with his chin.

“Yeah”, he huffed, “seems like you really are our best interrogator, Jack. What a pity you’ll switch agencies.” He paused: “Apparently, he was captured in 1940 and brought to a facility in East Prussia, where he underwent torture for several years. After the war, HYDRA found new allies in the Soviet Union interested in their research, so the base continued in Kaliningrad.”

“So the Soviets know about that entire mind control stuff?”, Thompson asked, crossing his arms with a scowl. This was bad. HYDRA was a rogue organisation without a state to back it, but the Soviet Union had an entire apparatus behind it.

“Yeah”, Daniel confirmed, “he mentioned that they continued to work on their technique, improve the compliance of their subjects.”

“That’s why he’s only the BETA candidate”, Y/N threw in, “There must be an ALPHA, too. Someone who’s been trained better. That’s what they outlined in that booklet, too. Does he have details on that person?”

Daniel shook his head: “They made sure for candidates not to meet.”

“And do we know if he’s stable without a handler? Or is he just going to revert back into mad-mode?”, Jack questioned.

“I give no guarantees”, Daniel scoffed, “but I think without Keller’s orders, it should be fine. We’ll still send him to see a psychiatrist to look into possible de-programming, in case we were to ever run into another HYDRA scientist again.” His head turned to Y/N. “Thank you, Y/N. I know you could’ve shot him to get our mission done with less personal risk.”

She waved her hand: “Daniel. I’ve pulled the trigger too quick too often. I suppose I can try the other way once in a while.” Feeling Jack’s gaze upon her, she knew that he knew what she felt, even if he disagreed with her feeling that sense of guilt.

“We’ll take him back to L.A. with us”, Daniel said, nudging his head in the direction of where Michael was still locked up, “probably we’ll leave in about ten hours. Peggy organised private means of transportation.”

“You mean she called Stark.”

“I mean she called Stark”, Sousa confirmed Jack’s guess. “Are you coming with us?”

The two exchanged a quick glance.

“I think we have to get our affairs sorted in New York. I have to talk to McKinley to make him interim Chief”, Jack pulled a face, “and yes, I vetted him as thoroughly as I could, and though he doesn’t have my charm, he’s sure as hell not gonna turn out a Communist or HYDRA agent.”

Daniel and Y/N scoffed simultaneously.

“I described you in a great many ways, Thompson, but charming?”, Daniel grinned.

“If you need backup”, Y/N said, not having to say more than that to clarify her offer. Sousa nodded.

“We will.”

“I’ll organise our fights back to New York”, Y/N said to Jack before marching off to one of the offices to call the airline.

When she had left, Jack turned to Sousa.

“I need Carter to spend a weekend with Y/N, get her out of New York.”

“What?”, Sousa raised an eyebrow, “Are you double-crossing someone again?” It was a clearly a joke, but Jack still rolled his eyes.

“No, you jackass”, he huffed, “but there’s something I need to do, and I can’t have her knowing just yet. Come on, it’s awful keeping a secret from a spy, so I need a spy to help me!”

Daniel had his suspicions where this was headed, so he nodded without further question.

A few hours later, Y/N and Jack got ready to leave Miami behind.

“Tell Peggy I wish her all the best”, Y/N said to Sousa when they got ready to enter the taxi, “I think she’s quite busy with everything that’s happened.”

“I will”, Sousa said with a smile, “Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t mention it”, she said, “You two have saved our asses more than enough, too.”

Just when they were about to climb into the cab, the door flew open again and Peggy stormed out to hug Y/N. “You didn’t think I would not say goodbye to you, did you?”

“I’m sure you’ve got bigger things on your mind then waving at me”, Y/N laughed, “especially since I’m sure we’ll speak on the phone before you know it.”

“You can count on it!”, Peggy looked over to Jack, nodding at him. “Thank you, Jack. I even relinquish the desire to shoot you.”

Jack snorted. “Yeah? Thanks, Marge.”

“See you around, you two”, Peggy said with a smile as they departed. For once, despite the entire Michael-situation wasn’t yet resolved completely, their case was closed. Keller was dead. The Arena Club dismantled.

Jack Thompson’s and Y/N L/N’s tenue at the SSR was coming to a close.

……………

They decided to remain at the SSR for four more weeks to wrap things up, then take a few days off with the vacation days that they had, in theory, accumulated but had been unable to ever use because the world wouldn’t stop ending before starting at the CIA in March of 1948. That meant that they had a few weeks of mostly filing and other desk duties, which came to Y/N’s advantage as it gave her wound time to heal without feeling like she was missing out on anything that would’ve needed her skillset. A definite downside to that was, however, that it provided time to think. And as good as they were when dealing with criminals, from mobster to mad scientist, they were equally terrible at handling domestic issues.

And there was a rather big one that they had to take care of one way or another. Their own wedding.

‘Why the hell are you worrying about this, Thompson? You’ve seen how it goes at Carter and Sousa’s. Just don’t fall flat on your face and you’ll be fine’, Jack thought to himself, though he knew he was only kidding himself. There were a million things that could go wrong. Family was a blessing, but it was also a can of worms. And his friends from university and from his time in the Marine Corps didn’t know each other, so they might hate each other. And there was the miniscule thing around Y/N’s family. Or, more precisely, her father.

Their wedding would take place in February, which meant that it would most likely be cold as hell, but there wasn’t much they could do about it, it was one of the only moments – perhaps of their entire lives – where they could be fairly sure that they had time for such an event.

Y/N was a bit confused by the no-discussion-allowed tone Peggy had when she called her one day to inform her that they’d spend a weekend together back in Boston where Peggy knew a childhood friend who was selling wedding dresses. Y/N wasn’t that thrilled to return to that city again so soon – but after being threatened to have to fly to L.A. to meet with her instead, she agreed.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”, Y/N asked when packing her suitcase, looking over to her fiancé. “We don’t really do things traditionally, so I don’t mind if you see the dress before day X.”

“You’re right”, he pushed himself off the wall with a grin, “we did everything up until this moment in an unorthodox manner. Let’s do this one thing the old-fashion way. I’m sure my ma would be livid if we didn’t.” He gave her a quick kiss, causing Y/N to laugh.

“Your ma would be livid if she knew half the crap we’ve done together”, Y/N informed him, “And I don’t even mean just our work now, I doubt she’d be happy with all the stuff that happened before the war, either.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, we were practically saints at university”, he said with a wink, making her scoff.

“Yeah. I hope Nick bites his tongue if he’s around on our wedding day. Don’t want your parents’ image of their saintly son to be destroyed.”

………

Y/N was greeted by her friend at the airport. “You really didn’t have to fly all across the country just for this silly thing”, Y/N said after giving her a hug, “I’m sure Jack wouldn’t have walked off the altar just because I was wearing a normal dress. With that temper of his, he can’t afford to be picky.”

Peggy laughed at her jab at her fiancé. “You know, Y/N, I have to agree with you on this one! Doesn’t mean you should not do it, still. Maybe I just want to see that airhead speechless once.”

Y/N grinned. “He does have a tendency to want the last word. That, and he doesn’t have the best of filters. Should’ve seen him when we met again after the war. I wasn’t sure if he was about to jump at me to hug me, or slap me, and he just ended up accidentally insulting me.”

“What?”, Peggy looked offended on Y/N’s behalf when she heard that, and Y/N only waved.

“I’m pretty sure he had a rough night before”, she said with a lopsided smile, “and he’s never been good at personal diplomacy. Trust me, you eventually learn to handle and to interpret his insults. Most of them aren’t meant to be taken literally, or even figuratively, they’re just an expression of Thompson-doesn’t-know-what-to-say.”

As they made their way through the city, Y/N sighed. “Didn’t expect to be back here so soon, I have to say. But I guess I can’t hate every city for what happened in it, otherwise, sooner or later, I won’t be able to live in the US entirely.”

“So you’ve gotten over your hatred for L.A.?”, Peggy asked with raised eyebrows.

“No.”

“No?” The brunette laughed.

“No, but for a whole host of reasons. First”, Y/N raised a finger, “I don’t like the climate. Way to hot. I prefer more moderate weather, and New York’s summers are hot enough. Second, I am deeply weirded out by Hollywood. Feels like throwing a glittering blanket over a pile of dirty laundry.” Peggy laughed at her description of most people’s idolised part of America, but Y/N continued. “Third, I have to be a bit considerate towards Jack. And I doubt he can live in the same city as Howard Stark without accidentally murdering him.”

“Yes, some days, I share that sentiment”, Peggy agreed, “By all his brilliance, he is a nuisance, too.”

Y/N pressed her lips together, wondering if asking about Michael was appropriate. She decided, after having taken a bullet in order to save the man, she had the right to inquire. “How is your brother?”

“I think he is getting better. It is really hard, though, for him to – you know – figure out who he is, again. Who he really is, without mind control, without the programme that they had drilled into him”, Peggy replied, her tone calm and relatively collected. “But I know he’ll get through this. Michael taught me what it means to fight to get what no one thought possible. He survived all they’ve done to him – he’ll get back.”

“We’ll have to look into that programming, though”, Y/N muttered, clenching her jaw, “it doesn’t sound from the notebook that they’re thinking about scaling back their experiments. Chances are, we’ve got several other American or British POWs that underwent similar procedures and are being reintroduced into the country to do their bidding.”

“Yes”, Peggy agreed, frowning at the thought. Then, she shook her head. “But not today. Today, you’re going to find the perfect dress!”

…………

The quaint house stood in the middle of a large plot of land, and if Jack had to ever point to the definition of a house with a white picket fence, it would have been this house. It had everything one would draw on such a picture – trees in the garden, well-maintained flowers. A swing.

A swing? He looked at the wooden contraption. Yes, a swing. But Y/N was an only child – at least, she had been when she left for Europe. Oh well. ‘Here goes nothing’. He fought the urge to abort the mission, to just go home and get married to the girl he wanted to marry without pulling this stunt – he knew she wouldn’t have been mad at him for not doing it. But, once again, his stubborn self could not accept that her father was mad at her decision to leave for Europe. Even if it had taken Jack himself a minute to get around on that decision.

He sighed, and went to ring the doorbell.

First, no one answered the door. Looking through the window next to it, he saw that there was light burning in one of the rooms, so he assumed someone was in there. Then, through the window, he saw a kid walking towards him – maybe fifteen. Dark hair and dark eyes, he looked confused when he opened the door.

“Yes? Can I help you?”, the boy asked.

“I’m looking for Mr. L/N”, Jack replied, “is he here?”

“He’s upstairs”, the boy replied, “who’s asking? I can get him.”

“Jack Thompson”, Jack pulled out his SSR ID, “He might remember me from when he lived in New York. I went to school with his daughter.”

“Dad?”, the boy turned around and yelled upstairs, “someone here to see you! A federal agent!”

Jack heard the footsteps of Y/N’s father descending the stairs. When he saw Jack in the doorframe, his face froze.

“You’re the boy Y/N went to school and university with”, he stated.

“Yes”, Jack nodded, shaking the man’s hand, “Jack Thompson. I’ve worked with your daughter at the SSR after the war, too.”

An aura of darkness, perhaps of sorrow or nostalgia coated the man’s face. “Seems like she couldn’t let it go.”

Jack’s eyebrows twitched upwards. “Sir, her work saved countless lives. During her time in Germany, as well as during her time at the SSR. Most men would be happy settling for half of her record.”

Mr. L/N pressed his lips together. “And you came here to bring me the notice of her passing? Is that it? Your sworn duty as her commanding officer?”

“What?”, Jack frowned, “No. Y/N’s alive and well, sir. I came here to ask you to give your daughter the right to choose. She didn’t have to serve. And yet, she did. And when she came back, she didn’t have to work for an intelligence agency. And yet, she did. Hell, I didn’t task her with half the crap she ended up pursuing at the SSR, and in hindsight, I should thank the Lord that she did. If it hadn’t been for her, I’d be dead.”

Mr. L/N looked over his shoulder, at the boy still standing there. “Give us a moment, Rich.” Then, he stepped outside, alone, to face Jack.

“Mr. Thompson, when Y/N decided to head to England, her mother already knew that she was sick. She just didn’t tell Y/N right away. We didn’t want her to go, because we already knew we’d lose someone within the next years. Before she could tell Y/N, she was on her way to England.” He sounded bitter, angry, because that meant that his only child had left him alone.

“Sir, I get that this must’ve hurt, I do”, Jack clenched his jaw, “but we were all asked to make a sacrifice. We were asked to take up arms and run head first into enemy lines if need be. So yes, your family was ruined by war, even though Y/N came back, and for that, I am sorry. But how many families lost multiple children to the war, how many families were torn apart? She tried to do what was right, and she did a fine job.” He paused. “So I ask, is that resentment really worth ruining the chance of salvaging the relationship you could still have to your daughter? Because she left you in order to serve her country?” For once, he managed not to raise his voice to a hostile level, but he nonetheless stared down Mr. L/N.

“Mr. Thompson”, he said slowly, carefully, “Why did you come here?”

Jack huffed. “I came here to tell you that on February 19th, Y/N L/N will become Misses Y/N Thompson. She was convinced that you would not want to be at her wedding. I came here to ask you myself. And you can say no, but I wanted to give you the chance to not lose your daughter. Yes, she went to war, and yes, she came back different. But she came back. And if you let her, you can have her back, too.”

……………

February 19th was the date Jack had suggested. Y/N knew why that date meant something to him. It was the day he went to hell – February 19th, 1945, had been the day he landed on Iwo Jima. That day would always remain a black mark in his calendar, but this way, he took it back. It would no longer be the worst day of his life, it would be the best day of his life, too. Simply put, it would become the most meaningful day, good and bad, in his life.

Y/N had eventually found a dress – its long sleeves made up by a delicate lace, a deep v-neckline that, nonetheless, was modest, albeit a bit a different cut from the standard dresses. The A-line skirt allowed for easy movement, but did not consist of so much fabric that it would turn into a tripping hazard. Looking in the mirror, she saw Peggy smile at her from behind. Y/N herself didn’t manage to smile. She felt like she was staring at someone else entirely.

“You look stunning, Y/N. Absolutely gorgeous!”, Peggy stated and added with a smile, “What exactly Jack Thompson did to deserve you, I shall never know.”

Y/N couldn’t help but to grin at that remark. She knew that Peggy and Jack had started off – and continued for a long while – on the wrong foot.

“He really was a prick after the war, huh”, Y/N huffed, pulling the fabric around her neckline into place.

“The worst part is – at least he had somewhat of an explanation for it”, Peggy lamented, “But how many others are just as bad as he was and aren’t as marked by the years we spent abroad?”

“Peg, I am sorry to inform you, but if you want to live in a world without being degraded by our wonderful male co-workers”, Y/N said, turning to face the brunette with a cynical smile, “Then you were born at least two hundred years too early.”

“Well, someone has to pave the way, and I suppose, for the time being, that’ll have to be the two of us – and in all fairness, we have come a long way within the SSR”, Peggy replied, and Y/N nodded with one eyebrow raised.

“I suppose we have. Though you’ve had it significantly worse than I did. I was never accused of treason, or kicked out, or blackmailed with another person’s file”, Y/N said dryly.

“Indeed, the accusation of treason mostly came from my now-husband, I was kicked out by Chief Dooley, and blackmailed by Chief Thompson”, she recounted, laughing, “I suppose now I’ve gotten a beating from all the Chiefs, so maybe I am good now.”

“You better be, considering you’ll be heading a new organisation soon”, Y/N winked, “unless you go against yourself – you’ve got only Howard Stark to fear, and I think he has better things to do than to go after you. A suggestion from me – he should invest in a better vault. And security system.”

……………

“Mr. Thompson!”, Jack looked over his shoulder as he was walking back to his car when he saw the kid from before running towards him.

“Can I help you, kid?”, he asked, turning around with an eyebrow raised.

“Dad never mentioned that Y/N was still alive”, the boy said, “He also never said that she was dead, now that I think about it. I guess, I just explained it away, given that she was never here.” He held out his hand: “I’m Rich. I’m Y/N’s stepbrother.”

Stepbrother. That made sense. A son from a previous marriage, whose father either had died, or was so absent that he had started to call Mr. L/N dad.

“Pleasure to meet you, Rich.”

“What is she like?”

Jack knew that he meant it as a completely innocent question, but to him, it was loaded with the memories of about fifteen years that he had, in one way or another, spent with Y/N. He didn’t even know where to begin with. How should he explain to this kid what a person Y/N was?

“Y/N”, he eventually said, elongating her name in the search for words, “She’s, uhm, probably the bravest, kindest, and strongest person I’ve ever met. Words don’t do her justice.”

“Dad hardly ever mentioned her – you said that she served… where did she serve? Dad didn’t seem thrilled about it.”

Jack knew that it wasn’t his story to tell – the spying, the entire tale of Y/N’s time in Germany, but he also wanted to convey to this boy that his ‘dad’ was dead-wrong for having been upset at his daughter, so he decided to rub it right in his face. “She fought against the Nazis. She spent the war in Europe. That’s why she left.”

It had the effect he had wanted – Rich’s mouth fell open as he stared at Jack in disbelief. “What? That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, well”, Jack gave him a lopsided grin and nodded towards the house behind them, “tell that to your dad, will ya, kid?”

“I will, sir!” Jack almost pulled a face at the kid calling him ‘sir’. Only the pencil pushers in the SSR called him that, and even they only rarely did. Most of them just called him ‘Chief’. The last time he was called ‘sir’ right, left and centre was back in the military.

“See you around, Rich.”

…………

When Y/N returned, she wasn’t surprised when Jack was not at either her or his place – though their time at the SSR was coming to an end, he still didn’t like to let go off the wheel entirely just yet. So she headed to the office, where her search was indeed successful.

Entering the office, she felt the eyes of the men inside it on her.

Raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips, she paused. “Is something the matter, gentlemen?”

“We knew about you leaving the SSR together with the Chief, but he only now mentioned that you’ll soon be married”, Goldberg eventually said, causing Y/N to raise her other eyebrow as she laughed.

“Yes, I’m sorry for myself, too.”

“Hey!” She grinned at Jack whose head popped out of the bullpen as he shook his head: “Unbelievable.”

“Congratulations, Y/N. Can’t say I saw that coming when you had your first day here, I thought you’d be more likely his murderer than his wife, but I stand corrected.”

Y/N laughed at Goldberg’s not entirely wrong analysis of hers and Jack’s first meeting post-war.

“What can I say”, she said, “we’ve never done things traditionally. That applies professionally as well as privately, it would seem.”

“I swear, if you now start telling them about our yesteryears, I’ll fire you on the spot”, Jack warned jokingly, “I want to upkeep my reputation for my next job.”

Y/N huffed: “I have no idea what you’re getting at, Jack. Your drinking escapades aside, and your unbelievable ability to make enemies, you were a straight-A student all your life.” And both of these aspects of his personality weren’t all that well-hidden, though, perhaps, his subordinates merely got to see the surface of both.

In fact, that was perhaps one of Jack Thompson’s most proficient traits. He had the capability to adapt to his environment, mould himself into whatever people expected from a person in his situation, put his own personality on the backburner in order to climb the ladder. He had always wanted to be the best – the best at maths, the best at sports, the best at anything he ever did, and he’d do anything to succeed. That didn’t necessarily mean to push others out the way, it certainly meant he fought hard to be better than the next guy, but as harsh as he was to others, he was at least ten times harsher with himself. He was able to build up a wall to reinforce himself to be ready to take on a world that had been incredibly hostile in their lifetime. They had experienced an economic crash and an economic recovery, they had experienced the worst war the world had ever seen. Not only that, but they had fought in it. And then they had come back to a country where they felt like strangers, only to realise that they had to second-guess every person around them. His wall of anger and of sarcasm and rudeness, it was also a wall of hard work, of doubt and of a deep conviction to want to serve this country. It was the wall that only very few got to ever climb, and Y/N was perhaps the one person who knew every brick in the wall.

To understand Jack Thompson was to understand the environment he operated in. That’s how it’s always been – he had been a different person when they were surrounded by other students as he was when he was with his family. He was different when being the SSR Chief, or her fiancé. Essentially, he grew up in a society that valued first and foremost the outcome, rather than the means. And the outcome society valued most was success. That might come across as greedy or selfish, but Y/N knew – at heart, he still did it all with good intentions. He wouldn’t ever back out of a fight in fear over his own life. He was willing to die for his job. And he didn’t trust many others to do a better job than he did himself. Again, this might sound selfish and arrogant to many, but Y/N had seen ‘the others’. Men like Vernon Masters, Calvin Chadwick and so on. They were just as ambitious, but they were cowards. They were willing to sacrifice others for their own success. He was willing to sacrifice himself.

And that, Y/N thought to herself, is why I’m going to marry him – to keep that part of him controlled. Because as much as she admired him for his willingness to give his all for cause and country – she really didn’t want him to become a martyr. She didn’t need for him to become the next Captain America. She was fine with him just being a good man, a man with a long list of flaws and a record of mistakes.

She could not ever imagine being with someone as literally flawless as Steve Rogers – then, she would feel like an absolute imposter. She had just as long a list of flaws and mistakes.

That’s why it worked. They needed each other – and in a sense, they always had.

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Doesn't Mean They're Lost Forever

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXEnM9y

by lizziesromanova

An Au set in a Marvel/Aos/Xmen universe where Y/n discovers that there have been unknown guests living in her house... and she's now determined to make everything okay for them.

Words: 16158, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey, Scott Lang, Scott Summers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Moira MacTaggert, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven | Mystique, Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe | Bloodstorm, Hank McCoy, Rogue (X-Men), Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Colossus, Bobby Drake, Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, Alex Summers, Warren Worthington II, Nathaniel Malick, Wade Wilson, Lorna Dane, Toad (X-Men), Pyro, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Hope Van Dyne, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Grant Ward, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Jeffrey Mace, Holden Radcliffe, Daniel Sousa, Wong (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Tessa | Sage, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Moira MacTaggert/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Additional Tags: Protective Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff Lives, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, Teen Jean Grey, Jean Grey Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - College/University

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[flinttcanwriteipromise]

Daniel Sousa x Reader

Fits my Time Traveler!Reader AU but works with any of you simps.

Summary: First partners, second friends, and third lovers. When you joined the SSR, Chief handed you over the Sousa to keep you out of trouble. It was easier than expected, considering the only thing you needed to do was not leave him behind and treat him decently, you became a lovely pair of agents. Also, this is a fanfic, obviously we need to give him a lil’ smooch at some point.

Pairing: Daniel Sousa x Reader (Platonic to Crush)

A/N: LOVELY BOY, PRETTY BOY, ABSOLUTELY STUNNING.

—————————————————

After quickly learning you’d never be a true field agent in the other’s eyes, you decided to focus on your new partner.

You spent way too much time in the filing rooms, considering the chief deemed you both his last choice.

Daniel taught you everything he knew about filing, and that was a lot. (His filing is impeccable.)

Both of you found ways to make it worth each others while, cracking jokes about cases, making fun of the other agents, other stuff and all.

It’s gotten to the point where you just sit there in the filing room and talk instead of actually resorting cases.

The only thing you had a problem with was having to endure what he had to deal with just by being there.

You had to watch other agents push him around and mash him like pudding, the ablism is just unbelievable in your eyes.

So you decided to crack back at them, it was getting annoying so-

“No one would trade a red white and blue shield for an aluminum crutch,”

“Oh yeah? Well, I would never trade him or his aluminum crutch for whatever empty thoughts bounce across your brain like ping pong balls.”

If Daniel isn’t in love with you since the day he saw you, definitely fell in love with you just then.

The mans flushin and blushin, “You wouldn’t trade him for anyone in this entire office?? 🥺🥺🥺”

One day you two were walking and talking around the office and you had left him behind to grab something and you came back to him spinning in circles like a lost puppy looking for you. Once he spotted you he pretty much beelined towards you and it was hilarious and adorable.

He looks at you with such admiration and he absolutely adores you.

…Daniel wasn’t really good at hiding it either, you noticed pretty early on

Problem, you didn’t know what it meant.

Every time you looked over at him he just seemed entirely enamored, did he like you? love you? what- what was going on?

And over time… you were enamored too,

You noticed how sweet and kind he was, an entire ray of sunshine just- following you around.

Unfortunately you two never got to talk about it.

When he got promoted, you were thrilled, so proud of your partner.

You supported him every step up until the plane trip to LA, since you were still assigned to NY.

It left you lonely, missing what seemed to be your only friend besides Peggy.

When Thompson sent you and Peggy to LA to help with Sousa’s case, you quickly packed your stuff and got on the plane

Making a Part 2 at some point so :)

[tvseries-writings]

hi sorry i don’t really know how to use tumblr so I hope im making this request in the right way. But anyway can you make a fic where instead of Peggy getting impaled by the rebar in 2x05 it’s the reader and they drive to violets house and she takes care of her, but here’s the thing the reader and peggy are in love but because of the time they have to keep it a secret. p.s. I love your fics sm keep it up - a fellow italian <3 (I saw that in your bio and I loved it)

Love is not always easy

Peggy Carter x reader

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"We got the rods, where are you?" Peggy's voice resounds in the device on the ground and a small smile appears on your lips, seeing the irritated gaze of the blonde in front of you.

"You interfering ..."

"Last chance, Miss Frost"

Your determined gaze doesn't leave her face as she looks at you with hate.

"Same to you, Agent y / n"

You jump forward and try to hit her in the face but she grabs her arm. A black substance begins to come out of her hand and spreads over your skin. A groan of pain escapes you from her lips and you try to get away from her grasp quickly, you head and kick her away with a kick in the stomach but you lose your balance. The wooden railing breaks and you fall, grabbing, thanks to who knows what miracle, a wooden plank on the ledge. You try to hold onto yourself with all your strength, ignoring the thorns that enter your hand.

Whitney gets up from the floor and walks resolutely towards you. A smile appears on her lips as she places her hands on her hips and she watches you be there, poised.

"Oh I'm sorry Agent y / n. Not everyone's cut out for Hollywood "

Whitney kneels, holding out her hand so you can grab it, but your grip slips before your fingers brush and you fall.

You hear someone yell your name and see a man take Whitney away, shocked by what happened. You tilt your head and look at your body, understanding the reason for your pain.

An iron rod has literally stabbed you and blood begins to flow from the wound, dyeing your white shirt red.

"Y / n!"

Peggy runs to your side and you start moaning in pain. She takes out a handkerchief and with trembling hands, she presses it around the wound trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

"Please, stay with me, stay with me y / n"

The rest of the journey is confusing, you just remember Jarvis and Peggy dragging you into the car and then nothing. Just dark.

When you open your eyes again, and you do it for the pain, you realize you are on a sofa, in a house you don't know.

"Well awake ... the heartbeat is quickened" a blonde, who you recognize to be Sousa's girlfriend, speaks, before looking at your wound. She pulls away your shirt causing you a lot of grunts of pain and then she speaks.

"The bleeding is under control, it would be better if I went to the hospital"

Her tone is worried but you shake your head.

"No! No"

"Then, deep breaths, y / n ... because this is gonna hurt."

As she tilts the bottle of alcohol, you scream in pain as she comes into contact with the open wound.

"Aahh!"

You think you have passed out. When you wake up, Violet is no longer in the living room and Peggy's voice resounds in the room.

«Yes Sousa, she will be fine. Thanks, I'll tell you "

Peggy ends the call, putting the phone down.

She turns to you and, when she sees you awake, her eyes light up and a small smile purses her lips as she comes towards you.

"The uranium rods are safe," she tells you, sitting on the chair opposite the sofa as she helps you sit up.

"Good. So, being skewered like a piece of meat on a spit did something. "

Peggy gives you a dirty look while she gently caresses your face.

"Don't joke y / n, you really made me worry."

"I know and I'm sorry Peg" you close your eyes, enjoying her caresses.

"I almost lost you today ... I can never live such a thing again"

You open her mouth, wanting to tell her it's not her fault, but she shakes her head. Peggy puts her face close to yours and you look at her confused.

"Peg, we can't ... not here"

You whisper those words with your heart sinking with every breath. Her words said too many times, in too many situations and with too much pain. Words repeated over and over, every second of your relationship while hiding from prying eyes, gossip and evil looks. A secret well hidden in the four walls of your room, a secret pact between you, a secret and crazy love. A secret that would have led to your death if not something worse if it had been discovered.

A secret that had to remain so, then.

Peggy smiles and collides your lips. The kiss is sweet, full of hidden love and that feeling that you have been forced to repress for years now.

«I don't care what happens ... I will fight for our love. Today, when I saw you lying there, I thought about all the times we had to hide and I promised myself that we would never have to do it again. Life is too short to love in secret. "

Peggy hugs you in a hug and you relax in her arms.

"I love you Peg"

I look at her softly and your hand reaches her, intertwining your fingers.

"I love you too y / n"

You two stay like that, you look intensely in the eyes. Yors eyes are full of love and you start when someone clears their throat.

"Miss Carter, Miss y / n… Mr. Howard told me that he has booked for you, given today's unpleasant situation, a trip to Italy as soon as Miss y / n feels better."

“Jarvis is wonderful, thank him. From both of us"

The man nods and turns, about to leave the room but stops. He turns back to you and a shy smile appears on his face.

"And Miss Carter ... I wanted to tell you that that was an excellent speech"

Peggy blushes and you giggle, seeing the blush that dyes your soul mate's cheeks.

"Thanks Jarvis"

Peggy murmurs and as soon as Jarvis leaves, he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“Ugh… it was so embarrassing. Howard will come to find out soon and then- "

"Peg, Howard already knows"

You smile amused and your smile widens even more when you see her shocked face.

"WHAT!?"

Thanks for reading! I hope this is more or less what you asked for. Anyway let's write to each other sometime, it's nice to know that there are Italian people on Tumblr XD. Have a great day!<3

P.s: se vuoi te lo invio in italiano :)

P.p.s: Hello people! In five days it's my and my sister's birthday (yes, we are twins) and since I don't know if I will be able to collect all the money to send her to London (it has always been her dream and I just want to make her happy), I wanted to ask you if you could donate something to buy her a sweatshirt she likes so much. It's a sweatshirt with a cute Larry fanart and it's signed by Harry and she's been dreaming of it for a while and I wanted to make it for her for our birthday. It costs about 70 dollars but I only earned about twenty between one job and another so I wanted to ask you if you could help me. She is very important to me and her happiness matters more than anything else. Thanks so much for your help. <3

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[thespiritoflife]

Peggy Carter miniseries - part 2

You're under arrest, Miss Y/N.

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem!reader

Warnings: grammatical errors

PART 1 IS HERE

PART 3 IS HERE

1947

 Peggy was sitting in a chair, trying to solve the difficult case. It didn't go through her head. A group of criminals. Theft.

 "Have a coffee, Maggie," Jack Thompson handed her a coffee.

 She smiled at him. "Thank you," she sipped her coffee.

 Jack sat down next to her. "Don't you want to take a break?"

 She shook her head. "No. I want to work this out quickly."

 Jack looked at the papers and the photos of the criminals. "You know, they say they're ruled by a woman."

 That fascinated Peggy. "What woman?"

 Jack continued. "It's not 100% certain, but ... I don't know anything about that woman. It's just that it's hard to catch her."

"You didn't help me," Peggy said.

 "You know, just catch one of them and make him tell the truth."

 "Of course. Your interrogation," she muttered. Sometimes she disagreed with him. Sometimes his interrogation did not produce good results. But sometimes yes.

 "We'll see what can be done." Jack stood up and stroked her on the back. He wanted to walk into his office when Daniel Sousa rushed into the SSR.

 Peggy didn't look at him much, not because it was embarrassing because they broke up, but because she was interested in the man by his side. He had handcuffs.

 "Who's this?" she asked.

 "One of that group!" Sousa shouted.

 Peggy and Jack exchanged glances.

 In a few minutes, the man was singing. He told them everything except.

 "I think you're ruled by a woman. Who is she?" Jack didn't give up.

 The man shivered. He was sweaty.

 "She'll kill me if I say this," he stammered shakily.

 Peggy stopped him. "You will be after our protection. Say."

 "I can't ... I can't ... why don't you leave me alone?? I told you everything !!" he shouted.

 "Not everything, buddy. You missed the most important thing." Jack told him.

 "Let's start with the simpler one. Tell her first name ..." Peggy crossed her arms.

 The man clenched. He didn't want to say anything.

 She rolled her eyes. "Okay, we'll be here until you say something."

 After a few minutes of silence, he couldn't stand it. "It's Y/N."

 Peggy froze.

 "What? What did you say?"

 The man cried. "I said that. She'll kill me,"

 Peggy was furious. "Is it Y/L/N???!"

 The man turned pale. "How do you know??"

 Peggy looked badly. "Excuse me," she told Jack, falling out of the office.

 She washed her face for a few seconds and stared at herself in the mirror.

 Y/N. She couldn't believe it. Y/N. She repeated her name in her head.

 It's been 8 years. 8 years. 8 years what a lot has happened. Eight years since Peggy didn't forgive herself for what happened.

She blamed herself. In the end, she didn't marry Fred. She became an agent.

 She didn't understand how she could be so selfish then. Suffice it to say yes. And they could be together. But no, they were here. She wouldn't even dream of meeting her like this. If they meet.

 Her love. First love. Is it not said that first love cannot be forgotten? In the case of Peggy, this was doubly true.

 Y/N was such a lovely child. Adorable. Peggy fell in love with her immediately. She told her she will marry her. They exchanged a few harmless kisses.

 And they found themselves here.

 Y/N was right. She was always right. Peggy clenched her red nails in her hands. It hurt, but she didn't care.

 I hurt her a lot.

 But she never stopped thinking about her. Not once. She thought of her every god's day.

 What was Y/N involved in? It didn't look like her.

[xoxoavenger]

I dont know if it was your birthday this Thursday or next but Happy Birthday!!! 🎂🎉

If you don't mind could you do a fluffy bit for jack thompson where reader works at the ssr and knows it's his birthday and she gifts him a hand knitted jumper in his fav color?

pls I literally love the way my brain went with this

also my birthday is next thursday, april 28 :)

Made With Love

pairing: Jack Thomson x Fem!Reader

word count: 982

warnings: none

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“What do you want for your birthday?” Y/N asked as they watched the advertisements on the large screen in front of them. Jack had insisted that they were way overdue for a date, and took her to go see the movie that he had overheard her and Peggy talking about just a few days before.

“How did you know my birthday was coming up?” Jack asked, thankful for the darkness in the room to hide his blushing cheeks.

“I heard Sousa say something about it while we were interrogating that man two days ago.” Y/N told him, taking a sip of her drink as she turned her head to face him. He was already looking at her, his cheeks hurting from keeping the smile off his face. “That, and we’ve been together for almost a year. I’d be a bad girlfriend if I didn’t know your birthday.” She continued grinning as she looked back at the screen, heat creeping up her neck as she felt his eyes stay on her.

“Well, I don’t really want anything.” Jack told her, finally looking back at the screen. He did the corny yawn to put his arm around her, and Y/N pretended not to notice as she snuggled into him. The screen went dark, signaling that he movie washout to start. “I just need your love.” Jack said, his face close to her head as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair.

“That can be arranged.” Y/N said, leaning up and giving him a quick peck before going back to her position against him. She knew exactly what she would make him, and she knew that although he would act like he would hate it, he would love it.

~

“Daniel told me Jack’s birthday is today.” Peggy mentioned as the two girls crowded the one mirror in their small apartment, trying to get ready for the day.

“It is, yes.” Y/N answered, putting some blush on her face.

“What’d you get him?” Peggy asked, raising an eyebrow at Y/N as she looked at her through the mirror.

“My love.” Y/N smirked, thinking about the present she had been working on. It was in a bag next to her coat so she wouldn’t forget it.

“Mmm,” Peggy hummed, fluffing her curls and finishing up her lipstick. “And would that have anything to do with the green sweater you’ve been knitting?” Peggy capped her lipstick, and Y/N shrugged as she finished putting on her own.

“You really think Jack would wear a green sweater?” Y/N asked, moving to grab her coat. She knew, of course, that Jack would at least wear it when they had dinner together, but she honestly didn’t mind if Jack only wore it to make her happy. She knew how much Jack liked his suits, and she wasn’t about to complain about him wearing them either.

“Y/N, I think Jack would wear knitted underwear if you made them.” Peggy joked as she grabbed her hat. Y/N rolled her eyes - first of all, she would never make knitted underwear. And second of all, Jack wasn’t that crazy.

~

A couple days after Jack’s birthday, Y/N had yet to see him the sweater. She had left it on his desk on his birthday, too nervous to see his reaction. They had gone to dinner on his birthday, but they had agreed to dress fancy and go to the classy restaurant down the street from the SSR, so he hadn’t worn the sweater. Jack didn’t talk about the gift at all, and Y/N did ask for fear of him having to lie about loving it.

“Morning ladies.” Daniel greeted Peggy and Y/N as he walked into the interrogation office. A man sat in there, looking around guiltily. Y/N and Peggy had been filling out his paperwork, waiting for Daniel and Jack to start interrogating him.

“Good morning, Daniel.” Peggy greeted, smile on her face as he walked forward and kissed her on the cheek.

“Was Jack in the pen?” Y/N asked, looking up from the sheet she had to fill out for the suspect’s belongings.

“No, I thought he would be in here.” Daniel said with a frown, looking over the background file that Y/N and Peggy had just finished.

“It’s not like he’s late. He’ll be here soon.” Peggy assured Y/N, going back to her own paper. The three talked for a couple more minutes, mostly Y/N and Peggy filling him in on the suspect’s details.

“Sorry I’m late, my car is in the shop.” Jack said as he walked through the door. The three turned to look at him, instantly stunned. “What are we dealing with?” Jack asked, putting his topcoat and hat on the rack next to the door. He moved toward Y/N, not even realizing the group was still staring.

“Um,” Y/N stuttered as Jack ran a hand through her hair, looking down at the paper.

“What? Is it bad?” Jack looked at her, then at the the other two, who were looking at him as if he had suddenly turned purple. “What is wrong with you all?” He asked brows furrowed and frown on his face.

“Nothing!” Y/N answered loudly, causing his attention to turn to her. “Peggy and I caught the main suspect last night.” She informed Jack, who’s eyes were suddenly wide. Before he could ask what the hell Y/N and Peggy thought they were doing alone at night, Peggy spoke.

“I love the green Jack.” She smirked, watching with satisfaction as his cheeks heated slightly. Y/N’s heart soared as he looked at her, smirking.

He was wearing the green sweater Y/N had made him. To work. And he hadn’t even made a big deal out of it.

“Yeah well,” Jack leaned forward and kissed Y/N’s cheek, making her face heat up and her head duck in front of her friends. “It was made with love.”

//

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[lexiasmind]

How is it like being drug!lord steve’s girlfriend before he went to jail?

Let's found out! 😁

Doomed (drabble). 

Doomed.

PAIRING. Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY. little advice; never make a move on the bad guy’s girlfriend. 

A/N. +18 only. DARK AU. MOB AU. Mention of firearms, drug, assault, violence, wounds, blood (a bit of gore). ANGST! Everyone is Dark!

I was asked about it and write this so... I will upload another full-on part of Doomed in a couple of days too! Don’t hesitate to leave your comments, thoughts, and feedback. I hope you will like it and thank you for reading.

P.S: Gif isn’t mine. Credits to the maker and owner. 

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" Hi Y/N!" " Hi, detective Sousa. " You smiled turning your head above your shoulder. " I didn't know you shop organic. " You joked turning your body toward him glancing into his shopping cart. " You know, I need to keep this body in shape if I want to continue arresting bad guys. " He smirked, his chocolate brown eyes bright under the brightening light of the supermarket. You smiled politely before turning away from him, focusing on the alley of food. " Speaking of bad guys, where’s your shadow? "

Your shoulders tensed as you reached for another box of cereal. Biting your lips you didn't turn around at his remarks dropping the items inside your cart. 

" Dealing drugs? Selling weapons? The usual, right? " The policeman enumerated the numerous crimes walking dangerously close to your back, resting his hand casually on his cart. " I don't know. " You answered your voice loud, assured. But you felt your gut clenched as you sensed his hot breath behind you. He was on to something.

Lying for your boyfriend had become second nature for you. Especially in front of the invasive detective who should know better. You turned on your heels again, taking a step back from the man, a confident smile on your face.

" Maybe you shouldn't talk or guess about other people's business and maybe work into actually catching bad guys. " You suggested to the man, raising an eyebrow. " Maybe you should try to hang out with decent people for once, Y/N. " The detective countered, huffing. He took a step removing any appropriate distance between the two of you. " You're a smart girl. " He grinned raising his hand to put his fingers lightly against your cheek.

He leaned his face closer to yours as you tried hard to not squirm away from his touch. Calm. You needed to stay calm.

" You're going to get hurt. " Daniel smiled sadly, watching the movement of his fingers brushing your cheek gently. " You should have chosen me. " He rose his eyes to look at you, his words heavy with double meaning about your past. " You're a dead man, you know that? " A cocky voice chuckled, behind the detective.

Disturbed, you quickly moved away from the touch of Daniel, glancing behind his back at Sam who was leaning against the coffee's shelves. His arms were crossed on his chest, his face calm, a faint smile on the corner of his lips. Daniel sighed rolling his eyes before turning towards the newcomer.

" Here it is. Rogers's lapdog" The brown-haired man smiled tightly. "Are you gonna be a little snitch, Wilson, and run to your master to gossip like old ladies?" He asked raising an eyebrow, smirking at the man. " No need to, detective. " Sam replied enunciating the last word with a laugh. He nodded toward the ceiling.

Raising his head, Daniel's eye grew slightly big as he caught the black bulb device attached to the Whole Food Market's ceiling. He licked his lips, closed his eyes briefly listening to Sam's deep chuckle. The dark skin man winked at you nodding to the next alley before he walked away, beaming. You took hold of your shopping cart starting to push it away from the detective.

" As usual, it was a pleasure detective Sousa. " You smiled politely at the man before walking away.

His anguish expression on his face lingered inside your mind for the rest of the day. If you only knew.

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a couple of hours later;

" I fucking said, 500k Rogers! " A man roared inside the big warehouse. His voice echoed through the empty building.

Following the voice, you walked inside the dim-lit hallway biting your lips. You stopped at one of the many open doors. Watching in the shadows, your eyes immediately land on your boyfriend who was casually seating on the couch tapping on his phone, a faint smile on his face. Your worry quieted down a little as you saw him still breathing. Dealing with bad men and illegal products such as the arsenal of firearms that were lying around on the table of the room, made you a nervous wreck when you were both apart. Glancing around in the room, you saw that Rumlow was pacing around, his hands behind his back. Perched on a big new freezer at the back of the room, Natasha leisurely looked at the scene, sipping a colorful drink in her hand. She caught your gaze and winked at you.

" Aren't you going to say anything, you bastard! " Rumlow roared stopping in his steps, his eyes fuming with rage were on Steve who was still not paying attention to him. " Because that was our deal, 500K and nothing else, damn it! "

You swallowed hard feeling your hands starting to shake slightly watching closely Steve's reaction. It could go either way with him.

" No. " The blond-man finally replied, calm and confident. " The price is high because I have the Feds on my ass right now. " He looked up from his phone, his face blank of any emotions. " So you either take your loads, " Steve nodded at the heavy stuff on the table. " and pay. Or you can fuck off."

Brock scrunched his nose, balling his fists. He glared at Steve who smiled at him. Slowly, the dark-haired man nodded his head once, before rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

" Nat' will show you the exit, now. " Your boyfriend mentioned the red-haired woman at the back who hopped off of her seat, a knowing smile on her face.

Rumlow sighed passing his palm on his face before glancing at you once from where you were hidden. A slow grin appeared on his face, his dark eyes were bright of mischief, and then he turned around.

" Let's go, big guy. " Natasha called out turning her heels to walk toward the door at the back, " Before my meat started to freeze. " She added nodding at the big cooler in the room.

Frowning your eyes, you walked inside as they walked out. Steve stood up from the dark couch marching slowly to stop in front of the table. Quickly he grabbed something from it and turned toward you. It only took him less than a few seconds to aim the point of a gun at you. You stopped in your tracks, watching warily the firearm in his hand. You slowly raised your eyes to look at your boyfriend's face. His finger on the trigger, he arched an eyebrow.

" Steve, stop. " You sighed, unease growing inside your belly. " Why? " The blond-man replied quietly, the hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. " Tell me why Y/N? " He started to take a few steps toward you, the gun still raised on you.

You saw the safety was off while the distance between the two of you grew smaller. Biting your lips, you felt like something was moving in the corner of your eyes. You glanced once at the back of the room.

" W-what's, " You stopped yourself feeling the barrel of the gun pressing against your cheek. The coldness of the weapon made your cheek cool down, you swallowed hard, trying to not step away from your boyfriend reach. "What's in the freezer?" You asked looking at Steve's dark gaze. " My last project. " The man whispered pressing the tip of the gun harder against your skin.

He started to slowly stroke you with it, his pupils dilated watching the movement of your tongue on your lips, licking.  Suddenly, his other hand took hold of you, pulling your body forward. You collided against his chest hard, the barrel of the gun sliding under your chin making you raised your face to look at him. His grasp on you was tight, you whimpered faintly, feeling uncomfortable. Even though you knew Steve since high school, a part of you knew deep down that he was a dangerous man who despite loving you will not hesitate to harm you if he needed to.

" You're hurting me. " You murmured, wincing as you felt his grip on you growing stronger. " Is that so? " Steve slid the firearm on your chest following your collarbone before pressing it under your breast. Against your heart. " Stop me, then. " He ordered you, expectantly.

You finally dropped your sight on his chest looking at the white shirt under his blue jacket.

" I don't like gu-" " I don't fucking care if you liked it or not. " Your boyfriend hissed his hold on you making you step closer as he leaned his head onto your neck. " You don't go out without one. That's my rule."

Steve slipped his hand against you to push the weapon inside your free palm. He started to slowly kiss your throat, biting the skin under your ear. His hands on your arm drifting around your waist. You deeply sighed, relieved, before pushing your face against his chest. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply his perfume. It smells like home.

" How much? " You quietly inquired your hand gripping the cold weapon. " One million. " The blond-man replied stepping away from you. He turned around, sliding his fingers through yours before pulling you to walk behind him. " That's all that shit's worth. " He mentioned the several firearms on the table walking toward the back of the room.   " That’s more than usual. " You remarked watching warily the weapons on the table. " I have the good guys behind my ass. " He groaned stopping in front of the freezer. You stopped behind peering above his shoulder. " Speaking of good guys. " You heard the smile on his face as he pushed opened the big cooler.  " Say hello to our little detective. "

Your quiet gasped was concealed by Steve's chuckling, his bright eyes on the man inside. Blood was dripping from his nose, dark bruises on his cheek, and his left eye was almost completely shut. He was laying awkwardly, his clothes covered with dirt and dark stains of blood everywhere, his knees against his chest, his broken fingers were shaking while a small painful moan escaped his blue lips. Detective Sousa was imploring, his good eye only on you.   Speechless, you watched  the man agonizing inside the freezer, his lips were trembling harder as he tried to form a sentence. An apology.  Steve stepped away, stealing a hard kiss from you. Confused, you let him kissed you deeply, his mouth soft on you. Before you could push him away, he put his body behind yours taking the weapon you were gripping from your hand. One arm around your waist the other raised in front of you, your boyfriend pressed another kiss on your neck before dropping his finger on the trigger. Detective Sousa's good eye grew bigger, tears filled his eyes, while he started to whimper loudly.

" Let me show you how useful a gun can be. " Your boyfriend murmured against your ear before pulling the trigger.

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Failure.

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A Reverse Steve Rogers

Jack Thompson x Reader

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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.

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"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.

[nincompoopydoo]

BABY EMERGENCY

PAIRING: Jack Thompson x reader

WORD COUNT: 1853

SUMMARY: You, the Sousa’s neighbor, mistakenly arrive at their doorstep, thinking it was pie night rather than date night. Yet, the sight of a disheveled, troubled and somewhat handsome Jack Thompson convinced you to help out with baby Nancy.

A/N: Uh, I think I got carried away because this is almost 2k words oops. Also, changed the name because I like this one better. Anyway, enjoy read and Jack Thompson being cute in a house that’s not even theirs.

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Jack Thompson never expected to be met with a pair of wide eyes when he opened the front door, or to be met with the smell of apple pie, tucked nicely between your arms and under a piece of blue Gingham cloth. He blinked as you began to frown, face blossoming with confusion. “Darn it, was date night tonight? I should have called before-”

“Who are you?” Jack interrupted, confused by your sudden presence. You chuckled sheepishly, eyes lit up. “I’m sorry, how rude of me. I’m Y/N and I live next door. I just got off work from the bakery downtown and I thought we could have some pie,” you paused, eyes darting towards the front lawn. You note the missing car you completely missed when you were walking up to the front door. “But it seems I got the dates wrong.” You let your shoulders slump a little. The thought of spending the Friday night alone was certainly unpleasant. Yet, you flashed him a strained smile.

“Are you here, for the baby emergency?” he asked hesitantly, hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks. You frowned once more. “Baby emergency?” you blinked, shifting the pie in your arms that were beginning to feel sore by every passing moment. “It’s more like a pie emergency.” You laughed. It was a terrible joke if it was even meant to be one yet Jack found himself struggling to resist a smile. You had a contagious laugh. Shifted in your stance, you were ready to turn around, leave with embarrassment and later wallow yourself in self-pity when you heard the sound of a newborn’s cry—Nancy. Nancy Sousa was a fussy one; she mostly cried than laughed according to Peggy’s claim during one pie night with prominent dark circles under her tired eyes. Then, it clicked in your head; this must be Jack Thompson, the babysitter and colleague, that Peggy had told you about last night.

You caught the sight of him wincing, hand rubbing against his temple. Daniel often did that when Nancy had one of her temper tantrums. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach—Guilt. Guilt, if you didn’t at least ask if everything was alright. Well, you were already here after all. You could either sit alone at your dining table with your apple pie or you could lend a hand to this very sorry and somewhat charming blonde man. You took a step forward, peeking into the house behind him. “Do you need help?” As soon as those words left your mouth, Jack heaved an immediate sigh of relief, looking at you like you’re his savior. “Yes, please.” 

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You reminded Jack a lot of his mother, the way you moved around the kitchen as you rummaged through the cupboards in search of a knife. Your skirt brushing against his forearm every time you squeezed through the small space with the soft murmur of an apology and the flash of a small smile; he’d only just met you and yet, your presence gave him a sort of comfort. You reminded him of home.

“Aha!” You exclaimed and waved a pie knife in the air. Jack chuckled at your wide grin as he held a spoonful of the beef & ham to Nancy’s gaping mouth while you pried up the crust of your apple pie. Scooping a slice onto two plates, you glanced at Jack, hunched down in his chair as he carefully scraped out the remnants of the baby food while Nancy watched him eagerly. He was in his dress shirt, clearly he had come right after work. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie loosened and his blonde hair slightly disheveled. He was very handsome, to say the least, but you’ve heard of his talent for making bad situations worse; though the past half an hour might be making up for that claim.

As you eyed him, he happened to turn his head and caught your stare with his direct blue gaze. You divert your eyes away in an instant, cheeks burning in embarrassment. You hear him clear his throat Nancy lets out a soft burb, followed by a trail of giggles. “Pie’s ready.“ you said hastily, nearing the dining table with a couple of dessert plates and forks on the table. Jack accepted the plate you handed him with brows raised in amusement at the sight of an inviting slice of sweet and savory. Your eyes perked up at a sudden thought that came into mind. “I know just the drink.” Yanking the refrigerator door opened, you pulled out the bottom drawer and met with the sight of an emerald towel laid by the corner of the drawer. Beneath it, you pulled out a couple of root beer bottles from the six-pack. 

Shuffling to the chair opposite Jack, you popped the bottles excitedly. He gave you bewildered look. “Trust me, it goes well with the pie.” You pushed an already opened bottle to him, taking a swig out of yours. Jack chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “I meant to ask if we are even allowed to drink these because I ain’t risking anything with Peggy.” He gestured to the bottles, giving you a look before reaching over to Nancy to wipe off the smudges of baby food around her mouth. Your heart clenches slightly at the endearing sight. “I’m sure it’s fine. Peggy and I are old pals. Plus, she owes me for stealing my hairpins.” You waved one hand dismissively, already digging into the pie. Jack’s gaze flickered to you. “Old pals?” he questioned and you beamed. “Yeah, I was a nurse for the 107th during the war. That’s how I met Peggy. It was only three years after the war when I happened to move next door and now we’re best friends and their glorified piemaker,“ you explained as Jack laughed at your claim and you decided that you liked it when he laughed. It’s incredible how you were already enticed by a man you’ve only met in the past hour. “You are a glorified piemaker alright because this is really good stuff,” Jack said with amusement, shoving another bite in his mouth. He took a sip of the root beer. “And you’re right. Root beer surprisingly goes really well with apple pie. Who would’ve thought?” You hummed in response, glancing at Nancy who had become quiet for the past couple of minutes. It seems she had fallen asleep while sat in the baby high chair. The two of you shared a knowing look.

With the soft clank of your spoons against the dessert plates, Jack gently reached over to the girl and carefully held her against his chest as the three of you made your way to the nursery. 

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There’s that feeling of endearment and the occasional ache in your heart whenever you catch sight of Jack and Nancy together and it’s the words of your mother and your aunties that kept ringing in your head throughout the evening. When are you going to settle down? That particular question was bound to be brought up and nearly impossible to escape during the annual Christmas dinner and every year you turn up without a date. If you were to be honest, you always had a deep yearning for at least love—if not marriage. Yet, being the independent woman you were, living alone and working at the bakery downtown six days a week, you have never put much thought into it. Well, until now at least. Except, it’s the daydream of being all domestic with the man right in front of you who’s busy tucking your neighbor’s daughter to bed.

You knew you were damned from then on.

Switching off the lights, as Jack brushed past you as you quietly pulled the door close, leaving it ajar. You turned around to see that he was already seated at the table, spoon in hand as he gazed at his unfinished slice of pie. There’s a part of him that believed that the pie tasted so good partly because of the person who made it.

“What about you?” you blurted out, pausing as you made your way to the table, seated across him once more. “The war. Were you . . .” you trailed off, instantly regretting your initial question. You blamed it on the exhaustion from your shift and frankly, you had a knack for saying things without thinking things through. You noticed how his face changed as soon as you mentioned the war yet before you could apologize, Jack answered. “I was in the navy . . . The 25th.” you nod thoughtfully, sensing the growing tension in the air. You desperately needed to divert the topic somewhere else. “That’s funny, I met someone who used to be in the 25th and for the life of me I can never remember his name. I don’t think he even told me,” you said, recalling the face of a young blonde man you briefly met on VJ Day.

That was an understatement, the man kissed you for heaven’s sake.

It was when you gazed at Jack, it hit you like a ton of bricks as you noticed the familiarity of the blue in his eyes. With wide eyes, you gawked at the man in shock and Jack must have realized it too. 

You were the nurse with the pretty smile he had kissed on VJ Day.

“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered and blinked at you, trying to process the whole situation while you gaped at him. “You-you kissed me on VJ Day,” you exclaimed, almost too excitedly and before you knew it, the two began to crack up, as quietly as you could. 

It is a small world after all.

Just then, the front door swung open, the two of you immediately stood up and were met with the sight of a very red and sweating Edwin Jarvis who came rushing into the kitchen. “Mr. Thompson, I apologize for my lateness but I-” the man halted in his step as soon as he spotted the two of you, watching him with bewildered faces. “Oh, Miss Y/N. You’re here,” he stated between huffs, trying to catch his breath. “Jarvis, what are you doing here?” you asked as the two of you watched him collapse onto an empty chair by the dining table. “Well, it started out as a baby emergency and I tried to ring you up but you weren’t answering. So, I came here as fast as I could but traffic was absolutely atrocious!” He explained as you went to fill a glass of water. “However, I suspect you already settled the issue, Mr. Thompson.” Jack smiled at Jarvis, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you, Jarvis. I appreciate it.” 

You returned with a glass of water, a spoon and plate. “Pie?” you gestured to the apple pie, sitting idly at the center of the table. His eyes lit up. “Oh, that would be delightful. Thank you.”

You caught Jack’s gaze as you began to sit, the two of you shared a smile. This was certainly not what you expected your Friday night to turn out.

[flinttcanwriteipromise]

Daniel Sousa x Time Travel!Reader (Part 2)

Summary: You are SHIELD agent testing out Stark’s new time travel method, when you get transported back in time The SSR spent none of it trying to get you into an interrogation room. After days of explaining and reexplaining your situation (without messing up the timeline) you get “assigned” to Sousa, probably because they’re trying to keep you off as many field cases as possible. Well, you end up becoming good friends.. wanna know more?

Pairing: Daniel Sousa x Reader (Romantic)

A/N: Sousa my beloved, and maybe a reference or so-

Part 1 Master Masterlist

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You slowly came to consciousness when you heard a familiar voice, and a even familiar hand holding yours.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I should’ve protected you better, been there.”

You recognized the man sitting beside your bed without opening your eyes, and you suddenly knew where this was going. (Might as well try to get as much as possible.)

“I promise I’ll do better, I promise I’ll- I’ll get anything you want, let you go on a shopping spree while on break, a dog- a puppy!”

You couldn’t help but laugh in your head, ready to get a little more.

“I’d do anything, hell, I’d kiss you.”

“Aw- a dealbreaker, c’mere pretty boy you owe me a smooch-“ You bolted up, surprising Daniel in the process.

You saw Daniel’s face light up, but you quickly brought him in for the kiss he had promised.

“Wai- wait- wait. How much did you hear?” He paused, looking into your eyes.

You started laughing, placing your forehead on his shoulder before looking back up.

“I get to choose the dog breed.”

“Oh.. well. I guess I’m a man of my word.”

“Let’s hope you are.”

He’s continued to visit you until you were well enough to leave the hospital.

“Oh Y/n! I wasn’t sure you were going to be coming back so soon?” Peggy had exclaimed after seeing Sousa push you along.

“Yeah, to be honest I thought Daniel was going to keep me in the hospital as a hostage.”

“No I was not!”

“YES YOU WERE, I SAW IT IN YOUR EYES.”

“Oh dear, I think I can see it too.”

“OH MY GOD-“

When you were able enough to walk Daniel began the promise check-list he made, and a plan to keep you off cases as much as possible.

You learned this fairly quickly, which made you angrily withdraw any displays of affection as retaliation.

“Y/nnn, I told you I’m sorry.” Daniel groaned, following after you.

“A sorry doesn’t cut it.” You replied, a smug smile gracing your face.

You turned to face him, spreading your arms and letting him collide into you.

“Buttt.. if you got started on that promise list, I’d be more complianttt.”

And so… you’d always find a box, bag, or gift on you desk that made you laugh.

By the way, he did get you that dog. A happy little golden retriever you named Agent was now your own.

[space-helen]

Welcome

Words: 691

Pairing: Agent Carter (general) x reader

A/N: The pacing is a little off but I think it’s sweet

Request:  May I request something Agent Carter related? No special relationships or something, just reader being new at SSR and Rose 'presents' reader to everyone (Peg, Jack, Sousa and maybe Jarvis (bc he's there atm)) . Does that even make sence? 🤔🌹 - @hunters-rose

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“Oh Honey. You’re the newbie aren’t you?” The woman stood from behind her desk. 

“What gave me away?” you questioned.

“You didn’t come in with a talent that you were trying to shove down my neck.” 

“I’m not sure how I should take that.”

The woman laughed and held out her hand “I’m Rose. I’ve been expecting you.”

You happily took her hand “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“And I you.” she moved around her desk “Follow me lovely.”

You were following the woman and soon were in what she called the ‘bullpen’.

“Chief Sousa, your new arrival.” she gestured to you as you stopped beside her.

“Y/L/N right?” The man walked towards you and offered you his free hand.

“That’s right. Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you for inviting me to work with the branch.”

“It’s my pleasure.” he turned to the people beside him “This is Agent Carter, Chief Thompson, of the New York branch, and Jarvis.”

“Nice to meet you.” you shook all of their hands as Daniel continued to talk.

“Peggy is excellent at what she does and is a real asset. Thompson can be an utter ass but can lead and Jarvis… well Jarvis is Jarvis.”

“He’s more than that.” Peggy’s voice said with a smile.

“I know who he is.” you admitted “You work for Howard Stark right? You’ve had associations with the SSR for a while now too.”

They all looked at you in shock “What?” you shrugged “It pays to know things.”

“I see why you brought her in.” Thompson remarked as he gave you a smirk. “Not just a pretty face.”

“Shut it Thompson.” Peggy warned him.

“But Marge you know I’m just playing. Trying to make Y/N here feel comfortable.”

“I’m sure she felt more comfortable before your comment.”

Daniel looked at the two and rolled his eyes as Jarvis stood beside them with his mouth agape. “Y/N we have some paperwork to complete and things to go over. If you’d like to follow me.” the man angled his body towards his office. “Don’t you guys have work to be getting on with?” he quipped at the others.

“It was lovely meeting you all. I’m sure we’ll get to work together soon.” you gave them all a polite smile as you followed Sousa into his office.

“She seems nice.” Jarvis piped up but Peggy knew he wanted to say something else.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“You want to say something. Spit it out.”

The man looked around before leaning in closer to Peggy, Jack and Rose moved in to also hear what he was going to say. “I hate to admit it but I find Agent Y/L/N quite frightening already. Much like I did with you at first Miss Carter. Chief Sousa has recruited very well.”

The group pulled apart as Peggy laughed “You don’t need to be secretive about that. I’ve seen her files and she’s good at what she does.”

“Where’d Sousa even find her?”

“He has connections.”

“That’s not fair. You’ve moved out here and he gets another exceptional female recruit while I’m left with a bunch of idiots.”

“You just called Miss Carter exceptional.” Jarvis pointed out.

Jack laughed “I didn’t”

“You did.” Rose chimed in.

“Whatever.” he waved off before changing the subject. “We have a scene to get to.” he began to walk towards the exit and Peggy was soon following him.

“Tea Mr Jarvis?” Rose offered.

“That would be delightful.” the two were soon leaving the bullpen.

“You’re officially a member of the SSR,” Daniel spoke with a smile as you slid the contract back over the table towards him.

“Happy to be a part of the family.” you smiled.

He put the paperwork in a file “Just be careful. Jack might try and convince you to transfer to the New York branch. He’s bitter that Peggy transferred out here.”

“Really?”

“It’s a long story.” the man admitted. “Let me show you around and I’ll fill you in on some recent history.”

“I can’t wait.”

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MCU: @marvelsangels

[thespiritoflife]

Peggy Carter miniseries - part 1

You're under arrest, Miss Y/N.

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem! reader

Warnings: grammatical errors

A/N: Did someone say MORE PEGGY CARTER?? Here you go. Hope you like it and please, please, let me know if you liked it anf if you are excited to next parts!!! Thank you!!

PART 2 IS HERE

1929

 I watched the girl from our street in amazement. For several times already. She amazed me. She held a wooden sword in her hand and she looked like a warrior. Her older brother wasn't with her this time. Sometimes she motioned for me to join her, but I was too ashamed.

 She looked so brave! My parents would immediately scold me in her place. The sword is for boys. Not for girls. I should go sew.

But today it was different.

 I saw myself walking towards her. Some invisible force allured me to her.

"Hi," I greeted shyly.

 She smiled brightly at me. She was missing a few teeth, but it was so.. cute!

 "Hi!" she shouted. "What is your name?" she added.

 "Y/N. And yours?" I asked.

 "Margaret. But that's what people call me who aren't my friends. You can call me Peggy," she ordered.

 I smiled. "Aren't your parents scolding you? You play like a boy."

 She sighed, rolled her eyes, and plunged her sword into the ground. "So what? I'll do what I want. Don't you want to try to play with me, Y/N?"

 "I can't ..." I sighed.

 She brushed her brown hair from her face. "You'll play with me one day."

 And it happened. Not that day, a few days later. We became very good friends, although my parents weren't excited to be friends with that crazy girl.

 1930

 "I'll marry you one day," the nine-year-old girl said.

 I giggled. "We will have a beautiful wedding!"

 "Oh, Y/N. I love you so much," she said and kissed me quickly on the lips.

 Well, we were innocent children. There were no prejudices in us.

1939

 "I'm engaged," she said out of nowhere, looking at her ring.

 I looked at her in shock. "What?"

 "It's Fred Wells. He's nice!" she said.

 I couldn't believe it. Peggy, my Peggy, was engaged.

 "But ... but ... it's early... you .." I stuttered.

 "I know, but I love him!"

 "Peggy. It's not you. I don't know what happened to you! Your dream was to be an agent, remember? If you marry him, you'll lose everything!"

 She frowned at me. "Do you have to destroy my joy, Y/N?"

 I sighed. "Do what you want, but I tell you, you should follow your dreams. I know your mom forced you. She forced you to marry him. Think of your happiness. Not hers. Mike would agree with me."

 She stomped her feet. "Why can't you be happy with me?" There were tears in her eyes.

 I started crying. "For this,"

 I don't know why I did it. But I did it. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

 At first, she didn't return the kiss to me, but then something probably broke in her because she returned it to me.

 I don't know how long we were kissing. But I know who ended it.

 She pushed me away. "Stop it! We can't do that!" She wiped her lips in disgust.

 My heart broke. "What are you saying? You returned it!"

 She blushed. "It doesn't matter. We can't. I think our friendship is over,"

 "Peggy ..." I wanted to take her hand, but she pushed me away.

 "Go away. I don't want to see you in my life from now."

 Something broke inside me. She destroyed me. "Remember when we were kids? You didn't care then. You've changed, Carter. But fine. I'll fulfill your wishes. We'll never see each other again. I wish you a happy life," I looked at her for the last time. I still remember that picture. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She dropped to her knees. "Y/N .. don't leave .. please .."

 But I left.

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Half A Heart

Pairing: SHIELD!Reader x Daniel Sousa

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: some self-destructive behavior, vomiting, mild AoS spoilers up through 7x04

a/n: Here’s a Daniel Sousa soulmates AU I thought of at like midnight and wrote in two hours because I swear I cannot get enough of that man. Let me know what you think!

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Everyone started out with their lives feeling kinda off-kilter. Everything felt just a little bit off, perpetually unbalanced, not quite full, and it all had to do with the heart tattooed on each person’s wrist. Or, rather, a half a heart, as it wasn’t until you met your soulmate that the heart became whole and with it the entire world shifted into place. You were a bit different. You still had the same half a heart as all your friends, but yours was white. Nobody knew what it meant. Normal soulmarks were red, a sign that your soulmate was alive and well and you’d be meeting them any day now. Black soulmarks existed as well, though they were much sadder. A black soulmark meant that your soulmate had died, all accounts said the black mark was a terrible burden to carry. However, there were no records of a white soulmark. 

Growing up you believed the white mark was a worse burden to carry, sometimes just wishing the mark would turn black. At least then you’d know your soulmate had actually existed. Instead, you had become certain that you didn’t have a soulmate, destined to walk the earth with only half a heart. 

So, you had thrown yourself into your career. You were recruited by SHIELD directly out of high school and you spent four years at the Academy of Operations, training endlessly to be a field agent. Four years of hoping that if you just pushed yourself a little harder you could forget the excitement of your peers who were meeting their soulmates for the first time, forget that you would never know the feeling of “rightness” everyone talked about. It was no surprise when you graduated top of your class. 

You were quickly recommended to a team of agents who took on SHIELD’s most dangerous assignments. It wasn’t until a couple missions in that you realized: no one on your team had a soulmate. Each of your teammates had a black mark on their wrists and they explained that SHIELD only assigned people without soulmates to the team. The organization refused to send agents with soulmates on such dangerous missions, it would be cruel. You learned the policy was similar to that of the military up until the 80s when people began petitioning to be able to join the armed forces outside of wartime. 

Some might’ve found this practice disheartening and sickening, that SHIELD was willing to send you to your deaths just because you didn’t have your other half waiting for you at home but you took it as a good thing. You convinced yourself that not having a soulmate just made you an even better agent. At least, you tried to convince yourself, but some nights you were kept awake by your longing for your other half. 

Nevertheless, you were pissed when you received your transfer notice. The higher-ups had recommended you for a different team, and with or without your approval you were leaving. You’d had half a mind to go sulk in your bunk when you arrived at the giant plane you’d be traveling around the world in but your new teammates hadn’t given you a chance. Coulson - yes Phil Coulson, as in died-for-the-Avengers Phil Coulson - had immediately introduced you to FitzSimmons, who had latched onto you immediately. 

The team file had led you to believe FitzSimmons was one person, though you quickly discovered that it was a scientist duo, Leopold Fitz and Jemma Simmons. The two were clearly soulmates. You had known without even seeing their full, red marks. They acted like two halves of a whole and for the first month of traveling with the team you did your best to avoid them as much as possible. You felt bad, but you felt worse trying to ignore the pain in your chest stemming from the damned mark on your own wrist that seemed amplified in their presence. 

At the start of your time together Simmons had been fascinated by your mark, though after inconclusive test after inconclusive test she concluded that the white mark was a mystery. Though you still didn’t have an answer, the one-on-one time with Simmons had made you more comfortable around the scientist and you found yourself not minding FitzSimmons’ presence as much. 

By the time SHIELD fell the team had become something of a family to you. It wasn’t perfect, but you allowed the love you all shared for each other to fill some of the gaping hole your lack of a soulmate left. You still felt like you were walking around with only one shoe most days, but it felt more bearable. 

You had a support system now. You comforted each other through Ward’s betrayal and Fitz’s recovery. You stuck by each other through alien cities and the discovery of Inhumans. You were relentless in rescuing Jemma from Maveth and Daisy from Hive. You were a shoulder to cry on as Daisy’s mark turned from red to black after Lincoln’s sacrifice. Your team had been there to rescue you when you had refused to leave the Framework because at least there you had a soulmate. You’d been to the future together, you’d stopped the end of the world, you’d seen way too much loss and experienced way too much suffering but you were still together, even if some members were gone. 

You were so thankful to have your family by your side as you dealt with Sarge and Izel, none of you having properly recovered from Coulson’s death and now having to go head-to-head with a man with his face. It had felt like your most difficult task yet, with Jemma off rescuing Fitz and the Shrike’s presence on earth, but you had made it out unscathed. 

Well, mostly unscathed. You had been a bit injured in the battle at the temple, and Jemma had insisted on doing a full-body check-up before clearing you for fieldwork in the 30s. Yes, the 1930s, because apparently it was the perfect time to add “traveling back in time” to your list of absolutely insane things you’ve done since you first stepped on the Bus. That’s when she noticed. 

“Uh, y/n?” Jemma spoke, the professional demeanor she normally assumed when performing medical on the team breaking to show her confusion and concern. “When did that happen?”

“When did what happen? Oh...” Your words died in your throat when you looked down to where Jemma was pointing. 

The mark on your wrist— the mark that had always been white, the mark who’s mystery you had somewhat made peace with— was now red.

“H-how is that possible?” You were scared. You thought you should probably be thrilled, you had a soulmate after all but instead you were terrified. The fear seeped into your bones and you thought you might puke.

“I have no idea,” Jemma answered honestly before sensing your distress and tacking on, “but, we’ll do some tests and try to get to the bottom of it. We never find out what the white meant, maybe this was always in the cards for you.”

The results of this round of testing felt somehow more confusing than the first. Biologically, nothing about your mark had changed and yet it was undeniably red. Jemma had tried to reassure you both by reminding you that the science of soulmarks was basically nonexistent anyway but it was clear by her panicked expression and your churning stomach that it wasn’t working. 

Entirely lost as to what was happening to you, Jemma pulled you from field work. At some point you had wondered if you were missing the chance to meet your soulmate while you were stuck in the med bay but you brushed it off. If you actually had a soulmate, would it even be worth it to meet them only to be ripped away when the Zephyr jumped again? You weren’t sure you could handle that kind of heartbreak, and you had already gone this long with a half a heart. 

When you arrived in the 50s you put up no fight when your teammates left the Zephyr without you. You had already made up your mind on the matter. However, fate, it seemed, had a different plan.

You were really just wandering aimlessly around the Zephyr. You’d needed a break from the chaos of the team’s time travel escapades and most of the team was currently fighting off chronicoms in the train below you. 

You hadn’t even realized they had returned until you had meandered into the ramp and storage area of the Zephyr and ran smack into a stranger. You thought he might’ve said something, maybe “woah” or “look out” but you couldn’t tell through the sudden pounding in your ears. 

Had you had time to think you might’ve remembered him from your freshman year history course at the Academy. But you didn’t have time because as soon as you bumped into the man you felt the undeniable need to vomit and you turned and bolted from the room. You were thankful the bathroom was where it was as you barely made it before you were spilling the contents of your stomach into the toilet. 

Then someone was beside you, holding your hair away from your face and rubbing your back soothingly as you puked. 

“Thanks, Jemma,” you breathed, your eyes clenched shut as you leaned over the toilet bowl, praying you wouldn’t start puking again. The pounding in your ears was gone but your whole body felt different. 

Jemma stiffened at your words and muttered a quick apology as she backed away. Except that was definitely not Jemma’s voice. 

Your eyes flew open as you scrambled away from the toilet, pressing your back against the bathroom wall as you stared wildly at the stranger. It seemed your brain had finally caught up with you as you recognized the man as Daniel Sousa, SHIELD agent, former partner of Peggy Carter, and the man your team had been trying to protect from the chronicoms. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” You spluttered and Sousa blushed, looking away awkwardly. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered out himself, “You were just…” he gestured to the toilet, “and, well, i t-think we’re…”

“What?” 

“Y’know…”

You did not know. You had never felt more confused in your life. This man, who you had never met before had followed you into the bathroom to hold your hair while you threw up, and his words did nothing to explain his strange actions. 

Rather than try to explain verbally, he pulled up his jacket and shirt sleeves to reveal his wrist. 

“I think we might be…” he nodded down to the full red heart prominently displayed on his inner arm.

As if on instinct, you looked down at your wrist, breath catching in your throat as you started at the matching red heart now tattooed on your skin. Your soulmark was not only red but it was whole. You suddenly realized why you felt so different: your world had finally shifted into place. 

“Oh god this has to be the worst possible way to meet your soulmate,” you groaned, slightly shocked that you were able to speak let alone joke when you thought for certain you should be crying after all the hell your soulmark had put you through. 

Thankfully Sousa laughed. “I’m just thankful to have finally met you.” 

The way he looked at you was so sincere that you swore your heart stopped right there. You stayed that way for a moment, him looking at you like you hung the stars and you wondering when death would greet you because surely it wasn’t possible to go this long without a heartbeat. 

Then he cleared his throat. 

“I’m Daniel Sousa,” he introduced, reaching out a hand to you which you took gratefully. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself. “We should probably get off the bathroom floor.” 

Daniel laughed again and your heart warmed at the sound. You clambered up to your feet before reaching out a hand to help him up, thankful to your subconscious for remembering that Daniel Sousa was an amputee and probably shouldn’t be plopping on the floor to help vomiting strangers, soulmates or not.  

“Um, I need to brush my teeth, or get a mint, or something,” you rambled embarrassedly as you stood in the middle of the bathroom, suddenly very aware that you had just vomited and not only could you taste it but he could probably smell it and oh god.  

Daniel graciously let you go and you reassured him that you’d find him when you were done. 

___

You had heard others talk about finally feeling “whole” when they met their soulmate but you disagreed. You had always been whole, but now you felt full. The constant ache in your chest (that you honestly hadn’t even realized was abnormal) had suddenly vanished. You felt lighter and you could’ve sworn the world seemed a little brighter. 

Technically it had been decades since the two of you had met but it had really only been a few months, though it felt like you had known Daniel your whole life. You supposed in some way you had, you were meant to be two halves of a whole after all. Regardless of timing, after years and years as a SHIELD agent, throwing yourself headfirst into danger at every opportunity you couldn’t imagine something as domestic as this. 

The two of you were cuddled up together on the couch of your shared apartment. Saturday night had become movie night, a chance for you to catch your soulmate up on all the media he had missed between the 50s and the present. The end credits of Monsters Inc played in the background as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You melted into the kiss, the feel of his lips on yours the only thing rooting you in reality. This moment, your soulmate, the perpetual feeling of content, was real and it was yours. 

[xoxoavenger]

Mistletoe

pairing: Jack Thompson x Fem!Reader

summary: Jack and Y/N hate each other, but having to pretend to be married for a mission could change it. 

word count: 4579

warnings: none

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Masterlist

“He’s self entitled and an idiot and I don’t like him.” Y/N said to Peggy while the two looked over files for their upcoming mission. Peggy and Daniel had just recently moved back to New York, per Jack’s request. Besides, they didn’t like Hollywood that much anyway. “Honestly, I’m not sure how he even got the position of Chief. I could do the job better myself and I’ve only been here for a year.”

“You haven’t even gotten to know him.” Peggy said, looking up from her reading. Her eyes were practically going cross from reading so long, which is partially why she chose to bring the Chief up. The two had spent the day reading everything they could find pertaining to their mission, including picking out dresses for the Christmas party they would be attending.

“I’ve seen all I need to see. A sexist asshole like him doesn’t deserve to be very high on my list of priorities.” Y/N said, putting her paper down and rubbing her eyes. “How long until we leave?” Y/N asked, yawning.

“Let’s see.” Peggy looked at her wrist watch, blinking a couple times to focus. “The boys said to be ready by six, since our plane leaves at eight thirty. We can sleep on the plane ride, and once we get to the hotel we can rest up before meeting again. We’ll need to be in character from the second we step outside the car.” Peggy told her. Y/N’s brows furrowed.

“I thought we were just playing normal civilians.” Y/N said, confused. Of course they’d have different names and maybe a wig, but if Peggy said they had to be acting from the moment they’re out of the car, then there was a detail she was not in on. Peggy’s eyes widened.

“Jack didn’t tell you?” She asked quietly, and Y/N shook her head.

“When would I have talked to Jack?” They had just gone over how much she didn’t like him, why would she talk to him?

“He was supposed to tell you.” Peggy stood, and Y/N followed in suit, the two straightening out their dresses.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s heart beat quicker than she thought was possible, mind racing at the possibilities. “Peg, what was he supposed to tell me?”

“You’re playing a couple.”

~

“You didn’t tell her?” Daniel asked as the two boys drove to pick up the girls.

“She avoids me, Sousa. It’s hard to talk to her when every time I try she walks away.” Jack didn’t look over, even though they had a stop sign.

“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole she’d like you.” Daniel said quietly, but Jack still heard it. He sighed, a hand on his face as he thought.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole. But I’m in charge. I’m the Chief, for heaven's sake. I have to be a strong front.” Jack explained as they turned onto the girls’ street. The two had decided to rent a small house together, and this was the boys’ first time seeing it.

“That doesn’t mean you have to be rude.” Daniel said it quietly, the two being resorting to silence as they pulled up to the house. Daniel moved to go knock on the door, but Jack just honked, signaling for the two girls to come out of the house. A minute later, the two were locking the door, bags in their hands. This time, the two did get out, helping load the girl’s bags in the trunk.

“I trust you two read up about the mission.” Jack said, shutting the trunk.

“We did as best as we could, considering you left out some major details.” Y/N said, arms crossed as she stared Jack down.

“You never asked.” Jack responded, copying her stance.

“I shouldn’t have to ask for mission details!” Y/N stomped her foot, causing Peggy and Daniel to look at each other.

“Alright, why don’t we talk about it on the way to the airport?” Daniel ushered the two towards the car, Y/N rolling her eyes as she got in the backseat. Jack tried to get into the driver seat, but Peggy shook her head.

“Did you forget the mission, Thompson?” She asked, making Jack raise his eyes. “Better get in the back with your wife.” She smirked, making Jack glare at her.

“It’s just a drive, Marge.” He shot back, but she wasn’t budging.

“Exactly, a drive you need to spend debriefing. With Y/N. Who’s supposed to be your wife.” She went to open the door, but Jack tried to move in front of her.

“No one is going to see us get out of the car.” He told her, and she sighed, ready to rip out her hair.

“You don’t know that! Now, get in the backseat.” With that she slid into the driver seat, making Jack shut his eyes, take a deep breath, and get into the back.

“Oh great.” Y/N said, looking out the window. It was beginning to get dark outside, meaning she couldn’t go over files or her character profile. Not that she needed to, since apparently the most important part of her character had been left out.

“That’s no way to speak to your husband.” Jack tried to joke, but regretted it when she turned to glare at him.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that our characters were married? That’s a pretty important part of the mission, don’t ya think?” She asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“Please,as if anything could throw you off.” Y/N took a second, trying to decide if it was a compliment. “Besides, you hate me. I tried to tell you, but half the time you were ignoring me or flirting with an agent.”

“Flirting, please, Chief. You cannot call that flirting.” She chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head. “For a year I was the only woman working there. I’ll do whatever it takes to get a good assignment.”

“Except talk to me, the Chief.” Jack shot back, making Y/N squint her eyes in annoyance.

“Oh, look, this car has a nice radio.” Daniel said from the passenger seat, turning the music up. He was trying to stop the fighting, which was damn near impossible at this point.

“I’d rather be stuck on filing for a month straight than kiss you ass.” Y/N said over the radio. Jack scoffed, leaning back in his seat.

“That’s good. Perfect, actually, because that’s where you’ll be for the next two.” He crossed his arms, smirking as Y/N’s mouth dropped.

“Oh, I love this song.” Peggy turned the radio up even louder, but the two didn’t hear it.

“As soon as this mission is over I’m requesting a transfer!” She yelled, leaning over in her seat to get closer to Jack.

“Good, I’d be kicking you out soon anyway!” He was louder than the music, making Daniel turn it down.

“Oh, no! Who will be doing your filing then? The next girl you decide to hire solely for the purpose of busy work and eye candy?” Y/N was still yelling, even with the music turned down. Jack moved closer to her, their faces close.

“Oh, you wish you were eye candy. I only hired you because Dooley had been in the process of doing it himself, and I trusted his decision.” Jack smirked, but so did she.

“I’m so glad you let everyone else make your decisions. What, was it Daniel’s idea to be married couples too?” She asked, making Jack instantly drop his satisfied look for a scowl. “I bet Peggy even thought up the mission plan for you.”

“That’s it, you’re done. As soon as we get to the airport, you’re taking a taxi back home.” Jack sat back in his seat, looking out the window.

“Jack, that’s hardly fair. We need Y/N for this mission.” Peggy said from the front seat, looking in the rear view mirror to see Y/N’s shocked face.

“Really, Chief? I insult you one time and you fire me?” She gaped, surprise filling out her voice.

“Do you really think that we can go an entire week pretending to be married? We barely even know each other!” Jack was now talking to the whole car, and Y/N didn’t have a good comeback for this one.

“That’s what the plane ride is for. Now, let’s just all take a little time to listen to the radio.” Daniel said calmly, turning the music up once more. The pair in the back seat looked out their own windows, stealing glances at each other when they weren’t looking.

It was going to be a long week.

~

“What’s your favorite color?” Y/N asked, making Jack freeze. He was reading a magazine that he didn’t look up from, and Y/N just stared. The two were forced to sit next to each other on the plane, and they hadn't talked the whole way. Now, with their time on the aircraft dwindling, Y/N decided to finally strike a conversation.

“Color?” He finally asked, still not looking up.

“Are you deaf?” She shot back, unable to control her anger.

“L/N,” Jack lifted his head, looking at her as she took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was a little over the top.” She apologized, making his heart speed and his skin freeze. She was actually apologizing, being the bigger person after starting the conversation herself.

“Navy blue.” Jack mumbled, looking back at his magazine.

“I beg your pardon?” Y/N asked, not believing her ears.

“My favorite color.” He flipped the page, and Y/N nodded, licking her lips and looking forward. She hadn't meant that, but she was willing to let it go. “You?”

“Hm?” Why was she so flustered? Her heart was racing, and she knew it wasn’t in anger this time.

“You’re favorite color.” Jack smiled as he looked at her, making her smile back and tilt her head.

“Is that a smile?” She mumbled, fighting her hands to avoid reaching out to him.

“Don’t change the subject.” He nudged her, and that seemed to be the pushing edge back to reality. Y/N cleared her throat, sitting up straighter.

“Uh, F/C.” She nodded before looking out the window, away from Jack. They didn't talk the rest of the ride there.

The week just got that much longer.

~

“Are you alright, Mrs. Thatcher?” Jack asked, hand on her back as they walked into the hotel. Y/N fought the urge to wiggle away from him, disgust filling her body. She couldn't help but play with the ring on her finger, as it was so new and different.

“Oh, I’m perfect, Mr. Thatcher.” Y/N smiled, Jack leaving her side to open the door for her and the couple behind them.

“Welcome in.” The desk reception lady said, and the men nodded at him, the girls off to the side with smiles wide on their faces.

“We should have two rooms; one for Mr. and Mrs. Jack Thatcher and one for Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Beckett.” Jack said, and Y/N turned to Peggy.

“This is where the party is at?” She asked looking around the large lobby. It was quite elegant, one of the more fancier hotels that she’d stayed at. The party was two days from then, meaning they really only had a full day to prepare.

“Yes. The target, James Barlowe, owns the hotel. The vault should be on the top floor; it’s his private penthouse.” Peggy whispered, and Y/N nodded, still smiling.

“Love, can you help me with the bags?” Daniel asked Peggy, who smiled and nodded. Jack walked over to Y/N and extended his arm, and she begrudgingly smiled and took it. The four walked out to the car, grabbing their stuff out before locking it. Jack insisted on carrying all of his and Y/N’s bags, which she had no qualms about. If Jack wanted to create less work for her and she didn’t have to touch him, it was a win-win situation. When they finally made it into the lobby, Jack paused.

“Can you grab the key, sweetheart?” Jack asked, and Y/N nodded, moving closer to him.

“Where is it?” She asked softly, standing closer to him then she had ever before.

“My pocket.” He answered, face in a tight smile, not looking at her. Y/N took a deep breath, then reached into his front pocket grabbing the key and holding it up.

“Thanks, honey.” Jack kissed her cheek, and she put on a tight smile, trying not to blush. She looked around, seeing a few late night stragglers before realizing Jack did it to make sure the occupants of the lobby knew they were married.

But she would not blush for Jack Thompson.

“Shall we go?” Y/N asked looking at the tag on the key. It said 2H.

“We’re on the first floor.” Peggy held up her key, and Y/N sighed. Of course they were on different floors.

“So, we’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked, yawning. She hadn’t gotten any sleep on the plane, and it was very early in the morning at this point.

“Yes, we should plan on meeting up at eight.” Daniel said, making Jack sigh.

“Let’s go with noon. We need some sleep, So-“

“What a great idea, dear.” Y/N cut Jack off from saying Daniel’s actual last name, potentially blowing their cover. There were probably eyes and ears everywhere and there was no way they were getting caught, let alone on the first night.

“Sounds great, see you then.” Peggy smiled, the two ‘couples’ parting. Y/N and Jack made their way to their room quietly, Y/N letting Jack carry all the bags.

“This is us.” Y/N said, unlocking the door and holding it open for Jack. When she looked in the room, she felt the air leave her body.

There was only one bed.

Of course there was only one bed. Why would there not be. They were a couple, and their target owned this hotel. He must know people were after him, and if he found out a married couple was in a room with two beds, their cover would be blown and they would most likely be killed. It didn't matter that the chances were slim, they couldn't afford to risk it.

“Right, well, you can take the bathroom first.” Jack said. Y/N nodded, reaching into her bag to grab her stuff. She decided to tale a quick shower, and once she was done Jack walked to the bathroom without looking at her. She sat at the vanity to braid her hair, finishing quickly and yawning. She flopped onto the bed, on top of the covers, and immediately fell asleep.

~

When Y/N woke up, she was snuggled under the covers, legs pressed up against someone else’s. She took a second to blink, look around, then turn, still half asleep. She saw Jack, fast asleep, hands under his body, one leg entwined with her own. She stared at him, his head facing her, hair mused everywhere in a way she had never seen. She found it kind of cute which made her turn around immediately.

Jack Thompson was not cute.

Y/N froze as she heard Jack wake up, moving his body away from her’s. She sat up as he got out of bed, the two rubbing their eyes.

“Good morning.” Jack said, his voice low and gravely. Y/N’s eyes widened as she heard him, heart starting to beat quickly.

“How’d you sleep?” Y/N asked, looking at the small clock on the desk side. It was eleven, meaning they only had an hour to get ready. Jack mumbled lowly in response, and she just shook her head with a smile. She grabbed her clothes as Jack walked to the bathroom, and figuring he was there to get dressed, she began to strip out of her pajamas. Just as she had put her skirt on, Jack walked back in.

“Holy shit!” Jack yelled, Y/N’s eyes widening as she turned around, hands covering her chest. She thanked God it was at least covered with a bra, but Jack still wasn’t turning around.

“Jack!” She yelled, and he finally moved to leave, the door to the bathroom slamming. She pulled the blouse onto her body, then huffed out a breath. “That was a great apology, by the way.” She told him, watching him walk out tentatively.

“It’s not my fault.” He told her, finishing buttoning his shirt. She stared opened mouth, shocked by his audacity.

“You stared at my chest for a full five seconds before I yelled at you!” She told him, and he was speechless for a second.

“I wasn’t staring at your chest!” He yelled, making her shake her head. “Plus, it was not that long.” He mumbled back, moving to his suitcase. He started to put his clothes in a drawer, and Y/N began to hang her blouses.

“It totally was.” She shot back, fighting the heat she felt in her cheeks.

“It should be a compliment.” Jack said, making Y/N drop the hanger she was holding. She turned to stare at him for a second, all warm feelings gone.

“Excuse me?” She asked quietly, rage filling her.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Jack started to stand, but Y/N’s stare froze him in place.

“Then how, Mr. Thatcher, did you mean?” She crossed her arms, and he finally stood all the way. The use of his fake last name had irked him in a way he couldn’t describe, and now the two were both full of rage. She wasn't listening to his side, didn't want to hear the truth.

“I don’t - you’re not understanding. I wasn’t staring at your chest, I-“

“Stop talking!.” Y/N shouted over him, which did make him shut up. He blinked slowly at her, watching her think about what to say before finally opening her mouth.

“Jack, Y/N! You up?” Daniel was knocking on their door, cutting Y/N off before she even started to speak.

“It’s only eleven fifteen, Sousa!” Jack yelled back, making Y/N roll her eyes. Jack may be a great agent, but he needed to stop being careless with Daniel's last name.

“We gotta get going, Peg wants to go to lunch!” Daniel knocked again, and Jack went over to go get it. While he invited the couple in, Y/N finished hanging up her last blouse and the party dress as Daniel and Peggy sat on the small couch in the corner of the room. Y/N quickly shoved her pajamas into her suitcase with her skirts and pants, deciding to put those away later.

“Don’t forget to pull up your suspenders and tie your tie.” Y/N told Jack as she sat at the vanity, ready to put on some light makeup. Jack grumbled a response, and Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“Did you guys just wake up?” Peggy asked, watching quickly apply her blush.

“Yes, unfortunately.” Jack responded, pulling a coat on over his shirt. Y/N finished up her makeup quickly, pushing her chair out and looking at the couple on the couch.

“So, where are we going to lunch?” She asked, grabbing a cardigan out of the closet. She quickly un-did her braids before fashioning her hair to her liking, as quick as she could. Everyone was quite impressed.

“We weren’t sure. There’s a cute looking diner across the street.” Peggy offered, standing up. She discreetly helped Daniel up, which made Y/N smile. She was glad Peggy and Daniel worked well as a couple.

“Sounds great.” Y/N said, sitting on the bed to slip her shoes on. She felt Jack sit down next to her to put his own shoes on, and Y/N stood, walking away from him since she was still mad from that morning.

“What’s going on?” Daniel asked, looking between the two.

“It’s nothing.” Jack said, and Y/N shook her head.

“Nothing but Jack just being a man with no boundaries.” Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

“We could have told you that.” Peggy said as the four of them left the room. Y/N put the key in her purse as Jack closed the door behind them all.

“Tomorrow we need to spend some time at the Christmas dance. We can’t sneak off immediately.” Daniel told them as they walked down the stairs, smiling at people once they made their way into the lobby.

“How much time are we thinking? No need to dilly dally.” Y/N said, walking through the door Jack opened for her without so much as a thank you.

"At least until Barlowe makes his appearance. As soon as he shows up, it'll be the perfect time to leave." Peggy suggested, causing them all to nod.

“We need to make sure no one suspects us.” Jack suggested, but Y/N acted as if she hadn’t heard him. She walked ahead of him, keeping a steady pace until he grabbed her arm, pulling her back. “Y/N,”

“What, you’re pulling me back just to look at my breasts again?” Y/N mumbled, smiling as Jack rolled his eyes.

“I wasn’t looking at your breasts!” Jack practically yelled, making all of them look around as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Let’s just go to lunch and create a plan, okay?” Daniel said, trying to make the two calm down before the blew the mission.

“I volunteer to leave the party early.” Y/N mumbled as they all looked down the streets before walking across the road to the diner.

“We can talk about it at lunch.” Peggy said through clenched teeth as Jack opened the door for them.

“I wasn’t looking at your breasts.” Jack whispered as they walked in together.

“Oh, look. Mistletoe.” Peggy said, looking up. Daniel smiled, put his arms around her, and kissed her quickly. Jack and Y/N both looked up, eyes wide as they noticed that they had stopped under the mistletoe.

“No way.” Y/N said, trying to walk away. Jack grabbed her arm once more, bringing her close. She let her hands rest on his biceps, his set high on her back.

“We’re supposed to be married.” He reminded her with a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Y/N nodded, letting Jack lean in to kiss her. Just as their lips were about to meet, she twisted her head, letting his lips graze her cheek.

“Maybe you should stop sexualizing me under the pretense that I’m your wife.” She said into his ear. His hold on her tightened, his mouth moving to her ear.

“I wasn’t looking at your breasts. I promise.” He whispered, and she fought the chills that came through her body at his breath fanning over her neck.

“Promise?” She asked, pulling back to look at his face. She didn’t think Jack would be the type to lie about that, and she admitted that she had been a little harsh and didn’t want to hear Jack’s side. He nodded, leaning in slowly again.

“You still aren’t getting that kiss.”

~

“You and Jack seem to be getting along a lot better.” Peggy said. They were in her and Daniel’s room, the boys in Y/N and Jack’s room getting ready for the party.

“It was just a misunderstanding.” Y/N told her, trying not to smile at the way she had woken up this morning. Jack had been holding her close, their bodies pressed together. It was crazy to think about, that she would have thrown up at the thought a couple days ago and now she couldn’t wait until the next night.

“That instance or your whole relationship?” Peggy asked with a knowing smile, making Y/N blush. “I can see the way you look at each other,”

“It’s a mission, Peg.” Y/N told her, shaking her head. “Plus, it’s only been a couple days. Who knows what will happen with Jack and I after this.” She said, making her friend shake her head.

“We’ll see what happens tonight.” Peggy suggested, going back to doing her makeup. Y/N was taking out her pinned curls, spraying them before going to her dress, dancing slightly to the music playing on the record. She pulled the beautiful green dress on, the one she had picked from the limited amount of clothing the SSR had for missions. Peggy had picked a red one - because they were going for tacky. The boys would be wearing the matching ties and suspenders, hoping the corniness would make them seem less like targets. As Peggy slipped into her dress, Y/N checked her bag, making sure her pistol was in there. She snapped it shut, checking herself in the small mirror along with Peggy.

“We look great.” Peggy said, smiling as she went over to turn the record player off. The two slipped their high heels on before walking out, taking a deep breath. This was the real part of their mission, the part they had to get right. Jack and Y/N would be the ones going to get the file on the top floor, playing the part of drunken lovers if they were caught.

When the two stepped into the lobby, Y/N heart began to race. There were so many people, dancing to the Christmas music blasting through the room.

“Where are they?” Y/N asked, looking around.

“Behind you.” Jack’s voice made her jump, and she smiled as she turned around. Daniel and Jack were each holding two drinks, smiling at the girls. Jack handed Y/N her drink. Daniel handing Peggy her’s. She smiled as she took a sip, looking around again.

“It’s gonna be fine, Y/N.” Daniel said, noticing her worried look.

“I just want to get this over with.” She mumbled, Jack barely hearing her over the music.

“I know,” Jack grabbed her hand, smiling. “Let’s just dance.” He twirled her around by the hand, smiling as she giggled a bit, trying not to spill her drink.

“I suck at dancing!” She complained, still smiling.

“That’s what makes it so fun!” He watched her laugh once more as he spun her around again while taking a drink of the mixed drink in his hands.

“Heads up, Barlowe just made his appearance.” Daniel told them, causing all of them turn and see the man of the hour walking into the lobby. Everyone flooded towards him, and Jack and Y/N knew this was their chance. They nodded to Peggy and Daniel before leaving.

“This worked out in your favor.” Jack said as they made their way to the stairwell.

“Parties just are not my scene.” She told him, smiling as he opened the door for her.

“Yeah well,” Jack trailed off as they climbed the stairs. They had almost made it to the fourth level when they heard a door open. Y/N moved to open the third floor door, pulling Jack with her. They stopped int the doorway, looking around. Y/N didn’t see anyone, just listening to the people talk and make their way down the stairs. She was still looking when Jack began to laugh. She turned to glare at him before noticing he was looking up. She looked up too, head stuck when she realized they were under mistletoe.

“Dammit.” Y/N whispered, but a smile was stuck on her face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you off with a kiss on the cheek.” Jack told her, turning to put his hands on her lower back. Y/N put her own on his shoulders, a smirk gracing her face.

“That’s not how mistletoe works.” She whispered, leaning forward so he could place her lips on his. He hovered over hers’ for a second, and she let her eyes flutter closed.

“Well, we can’t disobey the rules of mistletoe, then.” He smiled, one of his hands moving to her cheek before connecting their lips.

[romanova-natalia]

Daydream Believer | Part One

Pairing: Daniel Sousa x Agent!Reader

Summary: Having been an agent for a while, reader is thrown completely out of her comfort zone when she meets Daniel Sousa - meeting someone from the past is never something she thought she would have the chance to do, but developing feelings for them? Maybe this would be harder than she thought. 

Notes: This is a bit shorter than the rest of the parts of this series is going to be, it’s basically just an introduction. But I really hope you all like it! 

Word Count: 1.5k

There were a lot of places that you could have seen yourself in when you had become a SHIELD Agent. There were outlandish ideas that you would dream about. Things like fighting an alien army, undercover missions against evil Nazis, there were lots of ideas that ran through your mind upon finishing your training with SHIELD.

For the first few years your dreams never truly changed, you were mainly running paperwork and communicating with field agents to help with their work for the first few years - but then you were approached and interrogated, that’s when you were brought onto the bus for the first time, and where you soon after met your closest friend; Daisy Johnson. 

When you first started running real missions with the rest of the team, your dreams started to shift. You were seeing things that you weren’t sure that you would ever have the opportunity. Things that, to the best of your knowledge, had been reserved for members of the Avengers - but you were facing them head on. So, your dreams started to become more and more outlandish. But, despite everything that you had seen, you never could have predicted or even dreamed of winding up in the past. But that was exactly where the team wound up. 

There was an adjustment period, one that you had made an off-handed comment about being “like travelling from New York to California but not the same thing at all.” But you weren’t particularly unhappy with where you were, you knew it was just something that you had to do for the job. 

Unlike the rest of the team, you hadn’t been on the ground in the 1950’s, rather you were helping alert the team through coms. It was one of your specialties, the certified president of the  ‘watching the team’s ass’ committee. Granted, it was harder for you to do this with the time period, you weren’t really able to see much. You’d offered to help on the ground, but Daisy reaffirmed that nobody felt one hundred percent safe down there without you making sure they were okay. 

It was enough to make you feel okay with staying on the Zephyr and doing your best from there - because you knew it was normal that everyone might feel a bit apprehensive in completely unknown territory. But, you were grateful that it gave you enough time to make yourself look presentable for the first time since you arrived in the past. Not to say that you looked awful, but it had been a while before you had thrown on clothes that you were actually comfortable in didn’t have your face slathered in makeup from a different century. 

As you heard footsteps and voices heading inside you switched the com-system off, sliding it back into the carrying case that you had brought it in and walking out from where you were to be greeted by an unfamiliar face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing to the rest of the team for guidance before Phil took it upon himself to clarify. “This is Daniel Sousa,” He said, which didn’t help you at all, but you figured that he was going to explain who he was later - or… hopefully someone would explain who he was later. 

Regardless, you held your hand out, letting the man shake it in a proper greeting. “Y/N Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said with a large smile. 

Daniel seemed a bit aloof about it all, clearing his throat for a moment before responding with a simple, “Likewise.” He could tell you were confused, you figured, since he clarified who he was. “I’m an SSR agent.” He responded quickly, your face softening a bit at the realization that you most likely had no reason to be afraid of him. 

You let your hand fall, finally, the smile remaining on your face. “So do you prefer Agent Sousa or Daniel?” You questioned, an almost playful tone to your voice as you slowly got comfortable with the man in front of you. Of course, you worked in a dangerous field, it would take more for you to fully be comfortable with him since you had no idea why he was with the rest of your teammates - but, you figured there was no harm in being kind.

“Daniel is fine, if you will.” He said, a small smile on his face before Daisy cleared her throat, drawing your attention to remember that the rest of the team was present during your little meet and greet. 

“Sorry… proceed.” You responded, turning on your heels to follow in the footsteps of Phil as he began to walk toward something else. Truthfully, you tuned out most of the conversation as your mind was rather occupied. Seemingly, your mind had been occupied from the moment that you had arrived in the past. At some point, you figured, it would be a problem that everything made you nervous. 

But meeting someone from the past certainly made you nervous. However, through what Phil was saying it seemed that Daniel wasn’t a threat - you figured that he must have been the man that Phil had told you not to mind earlier in the day, but you hadn’t been able to physically see anything - so you couldn’t be positive. 

When everything was said and done you found yourself walking away, hoping to get some sleep for the night since you hadn’t been doing that much since you arrived.

As you sat down for a moment, you heard someone enter through the door behind you - your eyes moving over to meet those of Daisy. 

“Hey,” You said, turning to face her as you finally slid your boots off for a moment. “Just thought I might try to take a nap, I haven’t really… slept much lately.” You commented, rubbing the back of your neck in what could almost be described as embarrassment, though you were sure that you shouldn’t have been embarrassed. 

“I get that, you know if you ever need to talk I’m here.” She said, sitting down on the floor in front of you, a content sigh emerging from her mouth at the feeling of sitting down.

“I know, I just feel so… I’ve been trained to be an agent, this sort of thing shouldn’t be affecting me.” you said, somewhat dejectedly. 

Daisy quirked up an eyebrow, “I didn’t know the SHIELD academy prepped you for time travel.” She teased in response, laughing lightly at the playfully annoyed glare that you sent her way. “I get what you mean, though. But it’s okay to feel weird about this whole thing.” She finally said.

You nodded at her words, letting out an exasperated groan. “Can I at least be in the field next time? I felt so useless… alone with my thoughts. You know how I feel about being alone with my thoughts.” You said, pointing a finger toward her.

“I’m sure I can convince them to partner us up.” She said with a grin, which grew wider since you smiled in response. “You can smile! I didn’t know you could do that anymore.” She said teasingly, laughing at the way you glanced at a pillow like you were considering throwing it. “But you did seem to be smiling a lot at Agent Sousa…” She trailed off, dodging when you actually threw the pillow her way.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I was greeting him!” You replied, considering grabbing one of the shirts you had scattered on the floor to throw next. 

Daisy wiggled her eyebrows, clearly amused by your reaction. “You know what I mean, I thought you forgot the rest of us were in the room.” She teased back, standing up and moving to lean against the wall, making sure that nobody else was listening to your conversation.

“I was just being nice-” 

“So tell me you don’t find him physically attractive because I’ve seen you just being nice, that wasn’t it.” Daisy interjected as she turned back to look you in the eyes. 

“Well- So? Lots of people are physically attractive- Beyonce is physically attractive that doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship.” You defended.

“Now- I never brought up any relationship.” She teased back, laughing again at the way you were glaring at her. “Whatever you say though… get your rest.” 

You sighed and stood up to pick up your pillow and lay it back down, laying down afterward. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you said, the playfulness clearly laced within your voice.

As Daisy was about to exit she turned back around, “You know I was just teasing, right?” She questioned, seemingly satisfied by your nod as she walked away. For the first time in a while you had fallen asleep pretty quickly, though the sleep wouldn’t last very long before you were woken up again since you were still meant to be working.

But it was some sort of food for thought to you, the man who you had just met seemed like a kind man - and he was pretty easy on the eyes.