#v: wwii

[ofgunsandlipstick]

She let her hand drift down the length of his arm until she could squeeze his hand for a quick moment. Peggy felt a bit at odds now, unsure exactly how to proceed now that they'd actually left behind simple flirting.

She regretted each step back, but Peggy knew they'd need to put at least some boundaries into practice or she'd be out of a job faster than she could snap her fingers, though she rather thinks Phillips is fond enough of her to help if it comes down to it, provided they're not stupid about it.

"Well, I suppose this is a good lesson for you in that I can promise you won't like the person I become when I get hungry." It's a joke, though she's fairly certain they've spent enough time together that he's likely noticed how grouchy she becomes when hungry, much as she tries to hide it when on missions.

Steve laughed when she told him to stop fishing for compliments.

"Just making sure, but yes Ma'am, I'll behave." He said before she quickly kissed him again. He knew she right, they should get back, heck they shouldn't even be out here kissing in the cold.

But still he sighed, he would love to stay here with her, forget everything else.

"We should, besides, I think Gabe was cooking dinner."

[joyfulmagic]

@kit-just-kit // WWII! Kit & Illya

“<Stop, you did your job,>” Illya informed Kit, taking the blade from her and cleaning it with his own handkerchief before handing it back. “<Too much attention to the details of his death will draw the N@zis right back to you,>” he warned, offering a secondary blade for Kit to keep. Changing up the way the blade severed the main artery would keep the SS detectives on their toes, compared to what seemed like a serial killer targeting male SS officers.

Illya looked down at the body, sliding a glove on so he could make sure the n@zi was deceased. “<You’re rather skilled with a blade,>” he complimented once he was certain there was no pulse, offering a small smile to Kit despite the nature of their business. It sounded like a set up for a joke — two Allied Forces spies walk into an SS bar, and they walk out alive.

“<We need to go,>” Illya suddenly added, eyes darting to the door, tossing the SS officer’s body over his shoulder with uncanny ease. He took Kit’s hand with his free one, going over to the window. “<Can you jump down to the ground from the awning, or do you need me to catch you>?” Illya asked, wanting Kit to get out of there safely. His French accent cracked during the question, a Russian one momentarily slipping through.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@lamentingwclf || cont'd

She rolls her eyes, but it's certainly mostly for show. She doesn't like feeling invalid and certainly hates showing any signs of weakness, especially in front of soldiers who already question her fitness for her position without an excuse. But it doesn't seem he will be much of the shame.

"Has anyone- mm- ever told you you're rather annoying?" she teases, still biting back the pain, though perhaps not bothering to hide it on her face anymore. She sighs softly as the air of his breath takes a bit of the sting.

[theworldatwar]

A British Mark V tank from WW1 on display in the city of Kharkov - date unknown. The tank had been installed in 1938 as a monument

[deadpresidents]

Vice President Harry S. Truman playing the piano as 20-year-old actress Lauren Bacall looks on at the National Press Club in Washington, D.C., on February 10, 1945. Later in life, Truman would tell a biographer that: "My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician -- and, to tell the truth, there's hardly a difference."

At roughly the exact same time, approximately 5,259 miles away from Washington, D.C., the big three Allied leaders of World War II -- British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, Soviet leader Joseph Stalin, and President Franklin D. Roosevelt (whose health was rapidly failing) -- were wrapping up their monumental summit at the Yalta Conference in Crimea to discuss plans for the post-war division and occupation of a defeated Nazi Germany.

Two months later, on April 12, 1945, President Roosevelt was dead and Truman succeeded to the Presidency after his brief Vice Presidency. Before April was over, Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler were also dead, the United Nations had been officially established, Allied troops began finding and liberating concentration camps, and the war in Europe ended with the unconditional surrender of Germany in early May. All of these remarkable historic events occurred within a matter of weeks, and sometimes just a few days or even a few hours apart.

[vox-anglosphere]

Two teenage princesses slipped into the roaring crowd unnoticed. After six years of blackouts, it was a night of unsurpassed jubilation.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

Her eyebrow stays raised, studying him for a good long minute as he explains the situation to her. Before responding, she takes a moment. Perhaps she is too lax with him. They're more than coworkers at this point and she enjoys his company more than most. And perhaps that does cloud her judgment.

However, as he talks, she doesn't think that's the case here. Peggy purses her lips, taking a sip of water. "Sergeant, all I hear is that our job got done sooner and with fewer casualties. To me, that sounds like a win."

As she turns the full brunt of her gaze on him, he laughs, almost nervously. Somehow, he knows telling her she's beautiful when she's pre-mad will get him no where. So his laugh turns into a cough, and he readjusts his laxed pose.

"I - " Actually Dugan, "was made aware of a drop off happening in my squads vicinity of enemy supplies - weapons included. I - " Actually his team, "made the decision to appropriate the cache instead."

He was the commanding officer on duty, but his LT felt slightly different, but that could have been the fact they'd also stolen a jeep to drive the supplies back to camp. "Might have had conduct unbecoming and reckless endangerment thrown out there. But no one got hurt, and because of the loss, we were able to take the town two days sooner."

[pagesofthesea]

V-E Day, 79 years ago

"I say that in the long years to come not only will the people of this island but of the world, wherever the bird of freedom chirps in human hearts, look back to what we’ve done and they will say “do not despair, do not yield to violence and tyranny, march straightforward and die if need be-unconquered.'"

PM Winston Churchill, May 8, 1945

"Let us not forget, my fellow Americans, the sorrow and the heartache which today abide in the homes of so many of our neighbors—neighbors whose most priceless possession has been rendered as a sacrifice to redeem our liberty."

President Harry S. Truman, May 8, 1945

"Célébrons votre victoire : victoire de Mai, victoire radieuse de printemps qui redonne à la France la Jeunesse, la force et l’Espoir."

General de Lattre de Tassigny, Commander of the Free French Army, May 9, 1945

[joyfulmagic]

"Barnes, you are a thorn in my side. Do you know that?" (Bucky)

@agentnamed

Bucky chuckled, looking down then flashing Peggy his baby blues. "What kind of thorn am I? Since I've always wanted to be compared to a rose," he jested, smiling cheekily at Agent Carter. He adored his best friend's lover, even helping her sneak around with Steve without getting in trouble.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

"I hate being cold." (From Steve)

@marvelousmysteries || winter warmer || accepting!

She looks around at Steve's admittance, though she knows there's no one around, at least, no one that will care. The Commandos, though they might give either of them a bit of ribbing, are well aware of their relationship and think no less of her for it. They're trekking through the snow, miles away from anyone that might care and, at least for now, safe enough.

And so Peggy steps forward, close enough that she can feel the heat of his body, taking his hands in hers and bringing them up to her lips so she can blow warm air onto them. "Any better?" she asks, smiling up at him.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

Peggy frowned slightly, seeing the trepidation in her brother's face. Clearly she hadn't gotten the whole of the story. Peggy nodded. "There's a conference room down the hall. We can close the door there. Is that private enough?"

The sigh of relief that left Michael, was audible.

"I know, I promise I will explain everything but not here, is there somewhere private we can go?" Michael wasn't sure if his captors were listening even now. Surely, they'd noticed he was free, and he didn't want to risk his sister more than he already had by explaining everything out in the open.

Plus, he knew if they were alone, Peggy could let her emotions show, as could he.

[theworldatwar]

A German PzKpfw V Panther tank rumbles through the streets of Rome - Italy 1944

[neptunes-blue]

original character stuff, no hbowar art till I find my footing in it again 😔 sorry gang

[ofgunsandlipstick]

Peggy couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she tilted up onto her toes, leaning up to meet his kiss. Her eyes drift close and she loses herself in him.

One of his hands frame the side of her face. Steve takes a breath, his gaze landing on her lips. He leans in, eyes closing as he presses his lips to hers gently.

[rockyp77mk3]

GIs examine a Fieseler Fi 103R Reichenberg. This was a manned version of the V-1.

This version was developed late in the war and may have been intended for suicide attacks on the advancing Allies.

[carbone14]

Deux marins de l’US Navy après une nuit à célébrer la fin de la guerre contre le Japon - San Francisco - Californie - Etats-Unis - 15 août 1945

©SJSU University Archives Photographic Collection

Colorisation par JM