Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy
Peggy Carter took a chance. She ran away from a loveless, boring marriage to become a dance instructor in America. After her brother tells her that he can't make it to see her for Christmas, Peggy finds herself meeting her (hot) neighbor and his adorable daughter. Life seems to take it over from there when little Sarah insists that she stays for dinner.
Chapter One: A Winter Fairy Surprise
Moving to Brooklyn had simultaneously been both the best and worst decision of Peggy’s life, she was 100% sure of that now. First off, she was homesick. Homesick more for the familiarity of her life in London, the city, the people, and yes, even the tourist. She missed her brother more than she was willing to admit on their weekly video chats, but the implication was there. She missed his dorky face, the closeness the siblings shared, and how this was their first Christmas without the comforting knowledge that they’d see each other Christmas day.
Second, Brooklyn wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t home, not yet. There were far too many strange sounds, people, and even smells. The coffee here tasted like sludge, not to mention the tea was watered down dust. No good coffee shop owner seemed to know how to make a decent cup of tea, her saving grace was the weaning supply of tea in her cupboard. She’d have to ask Micheal for some more soon. That is if you could even find a coffee shop that wasn’t some major corporation owner, and even their coffee was far too sweet for her liking.
Third, her job as a dance instructor had been one she took on a spur. The decision might’ve been fueled by her technical husband, Fred, and her mother, both insisting bluntly that she couldn’t be a dance instructor. Not because of the strenuous move it would require, the hassle of citizenship in America, or that she lacked experience outside for such a big venture, but because she was meant to be a nice, little wife who was to be seen and not heard. Her mother had raised her with the expectation that she was to be a stay at home mother, tend to their (nonexistent) children, and serve her husband, and Fred was fully supportive of those ideals.
Never once had he supported her and her ideas or wants. He wanted her to be his doting wife in public, while he yapped on and on about some business meeting she had no interest in learning about, only telling her simply to get his ego going about how amazing he was for securing such a hard deal, all the while pointedly looking down at his empty wine glass.
Simply put, Fred bored her to death and Peggy had no interest in living her life on the terms of others. She was going to take this opportunity, no matter what it cost her.
For @caleysteggy, I was your secret santa! I hope you enjoy it! There’s four more parts coming! I just couldn’t stop writing. Thanks to @steggyfanevents for organizing this whole thing.