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TO ERR is human. oh, but what a burden that is.
i’m tempted to move angie over to my multi-muse since she’s not getting the attention she deserves here. i may do that.
oh no. peggy had. surely she had, this was one of her newest and closest and prettiest friends, so naturally she had shared the girl’s name. though, even if she had a done it a hundred times, howard couldn’t have possibly remembered. he met and talked with dozens of people, if not more, every day! names were just minor details! howard pauses, blinks once, and gives a good effort to remember. sandra. daisy. mary? no. helen? he squints, mouth ajar. she looked sorta like a betty, but that didn’t seem right. failing to produce an answer that felt correct in his gut, he lies. “ your name? well, golly, i guess she didn’t! all she told me was how lovely you are… though, like i said, i think her description didn’t do you justice, sweetheart. –waitress, huh? so do you know how to make a mean cuppa coffee? coffee’s a staple in this place, you’ll see. let me show you around. you’re gonna love the place–”
nice save, stark.
weak. but, she can’t help but be amused. ❛ you’re not the BEST LIAR, mr. stark. ❜ she shakes her head && laughs gently, the sound tumbling from soft lips like BELLS. ❛ angie martinelli. you’ll remember the name. i’ll make SURE of it. ❜ she rests her hands on her hips, popping one to the side. ❛ i make the best cuppa joe this side of the hudson. it’ll keep you awake for DAYS. jarvis’ already hates me for bein’ better at it than him. ❜ she scoffs a bit && tilts her head. ❛ that tour’a yours isn’t gonna end up in your bedroom, is it ? ❜
endless list of favorite female characters: [8/?] Alexandra Udinov (Nikita)
My father was gunned down in front of me when I was 13 years old. I was sold into slavery, but I lived. I came out a drug addict, but I got clean. I’ve killed dangerous men, and I’ve watched people I love die in my arms. You want to know what I am? I’m a survivor.
“You know this could’ve taken hours but it didn’t because I checked the toll booth cameras first. I eliminated the automated booths, narrowed the time frame, knowing Roan drives like a little old lady. Why? Because I am awesome!”
Me thinking about when Hayley Atwell said she and Lyndsy would make out in a dub smash
LYNDSY FONSECA
peggy stood her ground and waited for impact as soon as she heard the woman yell out that ridiculous name from down the hallway, her arms were held out ready to quickly wrap around the angie as soon she threw herself into her arms. peggy couldn’t help but laugh at the rambling that followed, she surely did miss her room-mate and glad she finally had someone to tell all her tales too. holding the hug for a second longer the agent slowly started to pull back, only to look down and smile at her. ❝ well — i’m sure a creepy house is much better than having to handle a gone crazy actress whom almost destroyed the world. and um… not exactly… i didn’t settle for one of those beverly hill boys… rather someone you are also acquainted with… ❞ her cheeks began to flush a little color of red at the thought of the kiss that had passed with daniel sousa. ❝ and no, angie… sadly no one offered a modeling job out there for myself. seems i’m not the type they are looking for. ❞
❛ you talkin’ about that whitney frost ? i heard about her on the news... THAT WAS YOU ? ❜ a FLASH of worry takes aquamarine hues before she settles to remind herself that peggy is alive && well there in front of her. instead, a brow is raised in response to ❛ you went to beverly hills && still chose a new yorker ? ----------well, i guess they always HAVE been your type... ❜ she shakes her head && scrunches up her nose. ❛ it’s not that awful thompson guy is it ? ❜ a laugh slips her lips despite herself. ❛ obviously everyone in hollywood is BLIND. you’re the prettiest dame in manhattan. ❜
❝ and she said compromise where you can. where you can’t, don’t. even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. even if the whole world is telling you to move. it is your duty. to PLANT YOURSELF LIKE A TREE. look them in the eye and say no. you move. ❞ est. 2nd march 2014.
yikes, okay. sounds like she’s having a bad day. “alright, if you say so.” buttercup doesn’t believe a word out of angie’s mouth, but she’s not gonna push it until the other girl’s too drunk to care. “don’t do it on an empty stomach; i hear that shit fucks you up. do you even still have a whole bottle left?”
❛ it’s not good for your liver, that’s for sure... ❜ she shakes her head && smoothes her hands along her sides as she tries to cheer herself up. wasn’t working. ❛ i don’t, actually... do you want to come with me while i go get some more drinks ? ❜
As the gentleman that he was, Steve took the offered hand, squeezing gently. “Pleasure to meet you, Angie. I’m Steve.” Another small smile followed, and finally the relinquishment of the waitress’ hand. The aforementioned sketchbook sat on the table under his fingertips, several pencils askew next to it. He’d been cooped up in his apartment for days now, not feeling the motivation to venture out and see the New York he no longer recognized. Today, however, he’d woken feeling invigorated, and that energy had eventually led him here, to this quaint little diner.
she knows who he is, but she’ll take the introduction with stride. she smiles && sits down across from him, aquamarine hues shift down towards the sketchbook on the table, CURIOUS in the bright sunlight. ❛ so what were you working on, steve ? ❜
“ well than you; it’s nice to hear something POSITIVE for a change ”
she listened to the girl speak. this was her first time in the city really. before joining the avengers, the only place she had ever been was sokovia and even then, the city was not very big; not as big as new york that was for sure. reaching out, she took a small sip of her drink that had just been refilled before speaking.
“ it’s alright but a lot of work. cap works everyone really hard. I know he wants us to be the best that we possibly can but sometimes he needs to tone it down a little. the next time we have a party or something you should stop by! ”
❛ are you serious ? ❜ the idea of being able to see the avengers UP CLOSE was enough to make her practically SPEECHLESS. [ but angie was NEVER speechless. ] she shakes her head && composes herself the best that she possibly can. ❛ maybe you can convince the tin man to let me be a waitress or somethin’. i don’t really have TIME to take off from work if i want to keep my apartment’s rent on time. ❜
never would she have let the other woman push her out of the way like this, had she not been at risk blowing her cover if she reacted. she watches the other woman fixing her hair in the mirror for a moment, careful so that she herself isn’t seen in the mirror. after all, she didn’t want to look SUSPICIOUS. for a moment, she continues to stay rather quiet. still, was she in the mood to go dancing tonight? ABSOLUTELY NOT. did she have much of a choice? probably also no. not if she wanted to continue seeming like she was the harmless ballet dancer from iowa. then again, if angie managed to convince peggy carter to come, that could mean she could learn more about the other woman, which COULD help her beating her at her own game in the end. she figured she probably wouldn’t be able to get out of this one, even though dottie had more important things to do (if you didn’t think about the fact that she could gain more information on peggy. however, it was worth a try. and that’s how the next lie is presented. ❛ oh, i don’t know, ang, i’ve been dancing ALL DAY and —— ❜
❛ WASN’T REALLY ASKIN’. you’re goin’. ❜ she shakes her head && places her hands on the curve of her hips. ❛ i’ll help you pick out a dress. somethin’ to draw you in a DATE. i never see you with anyone. ❜ the same could be said about angie. but when was she ever off work to go on a date ? spending time with peggy was plenty social life for her. ❛ at least get DRINKS with me. ❜ she was PERSISTENT. she wanted nothing more than to have more than just ONE friend around this place.
the one thing dottie DIDN’T want to have to deal with was exactly what was knocking at her door right at this moment. a quiet sigh left her lips. keeping up her cover, that was the most important thing, and she knew that. and so, she quickly hid everything that could be EVIDENCE to her actual identity in a false bottom of a drawer, quickly making her way over to the door of her room a moment later, opening the door with the most convincing smile that would make the biggest broadway actress out there GREEN with envy.
❛ —— ANGIE ! i didn’t expect you back from work so soon. ❜
❛ you && me both. ❜ she SCOFFS softly && pushes around the other girl without a second thought. [ she wasn’t the best at NOT invading privacy. ] ❛ my feet are killin’ me, but evelyn wants to go dancing. sarah’s gonna start crying if she doesn’t get to go. besides, i’ve been promised a bottle of schnaps -- who turns down schnaps ? CRAZY PEOPLE, that’s who... ❜ she’s fixing her hair in the mirror before she looks back towards dot. ❛ you’re goin’ with me. maybe you can help me convince peg to go. the guys at the office were real JERKS again. besides, have you seen her legs ? i’d LOVE to see you two in some dancing competition. now help me find a dress ! ❜ she’s beaming at the other -- hands clasped together excitedly.
beeslyp:
I’m your teacher…… So, teach me.
it doesn’t take buck long to be back with drinks, SMUG GRIN slapped across his face as he places the drinks on the table and slide into the booth beside her. he’s grabbed her a millionaire cocktail, nothing wrong with treating her to the best right? she did say she never went out often so…better splash out a little. while he just orders himself a south side cocktail to keep him going for the night. yeah they’re going to be pretty TIPSY by the end of tonight.
bucky isn’t stupid though, he can sense that excitement radiating off her body just like any other dame he’s taken out. it’s normal for him. but he’s not smug about that. without her noticing he quickly glances to the side, just catching a glimpse of that smile and flushed cheeks before taking a sip of his own devilish liquid.
“ - drink okay for you? ”
❛ you kiddin’ me ? i would’ve been fine with somethin’ simple. THANK YOU, though. it’s perfect. ❜ she assures him after taking a sip. her red lipstick stains the curve of the glass, which is easily wiped away with her finger. she’s no fool. she knows how easily alcohol went to her head. she doesn’t mind -- but she doesn’t want to act like a complete fool on their first time out. she hums softly && turns to face him, elbow leaning on the table as she eyes him. ❛ so. tell me something about yourself. you from here ? ❜