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“Oh, don’t fuss with it too much. You look fine. Dashing, even.”
They were not in their usual outfits, that was for certain. Tonight, their more recognizable get-ups had been swapped for their far less agile, but far more formal, dress uniforms, bearing medals and tassels declaring their achievements to the world. She would be lying if she said she preferred the dress uniform over her usual getup, even if it was conspicuous and colorful.
Captain Carter emerged from another room into the foyer were Alexei stood, looking nearly-perfectly coiffed and far from the usual scraped, bruised version of herself that he would be so used to seeing, given all their time together on the front lines; she had even broken out the expensive lipstick for the night’s event.
“Here,” she said softly, approaching him with the click-click noise of her heels on the tile. She adjusted his tie, laying it just so, and tinkered with his various medals and decorations, ensuring they lay in neat, straight rows. She smoothed out his lapels and stepped back finally, giving an approving nod.
“There. No more fussing,” she warned, though there was hardly a threat in the word. Not that there needed to be -- he’d seen how she worked; they’d been allies for months, the evidence of a pledge of support between Britain and Russia.
Peggy stepped beside him, giving her own appearance a once-over in the mirror. “Well,” she said, sounding a touch resigned. “I don’t enjoy this sort of thing. The sooner it’s over, the sooner we can get our next mission, and the closer we bring this war to an end. Though I could certainly use about a week’s worth of sleep before we do anything,” she chuckled. “How about you, hm? Ready to put on a show?”
