They will respect me.

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Angie looked up at her and keeping the smile on her face before she sighed and sat down next to her. “It’s just the same ol’ same ol’. I went out to the audition again that you saw me practice for. And I get there happy as a clam to try out for it. And they already casted the roll with another girl.” She leaned her head back. “Maybe secretary school wasn’t that bad of an idea.”

“Oh, Angie.” Peggy said, her lips pursing at once in genuine sympathy for the younger girl, and her hand placed itself over the other’s hand, giving it a little squeeze. “It was not your fault though, was it, but theirs. You belong on stage, you’ve said it yourself.” There was a slight pause, in which Peggy weighed her thoughts and then lifted her eyebrow. “Perhaps this might be a good thing, seeing that I’ve gotten a call from Howard just before. He’s asking me to move to L.A.”

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tony saluted her, ‘agent kickass, i only speak the  truth. my dad sang your PRAISES and i’ve taken a browse through your wiki… it’s good story material, for like, bedtime stories, you know?’

tony let her take over the phone. she seemed to be getting used to it (it’s not as big as an IPHONE 6, mind you, tony found those monstrosities too much to handle… and so did some others, obviously, according to the profits that the stark phone was bringing in. it had tony’s own stark seal of approval).

‘it certainly makes things a lot EASIER. i mean, imagine you’re in a debate with someone over the GREAT EMU WAR. so, you look it up on wikipedia. in the  OLDEN days, you’d have to actually go to a library and consult BOOKS. that’s time consuming.’

peering over her shoulder, tony had to exert some self control to stop himself from typing her name in for her. SLOW typing was unbearable.

‘yes ma’am. and some pictures, too. maybe even some artwork. you were– are a popular lady in the STATES, y’know.’ 

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Peggy rolled her eyes at him again; though a smile found its way to the corners of her lips. He was his father’s son, there was no doubt about it. Instead of voicing these thoughts out loud, Peggy turned her attention to the phone, determined to learn all of the basics at least. There were plenty  of agents walking around should she need further assistance later on.

There was a brief nod on her part before she cursed the touchscreen under her breath several times before finally managing to open the article. Someone certainly  did they research on her, more than  extensively, and suddenly Peggy felt herself exposed.

“I cannot believe they have information on what my favourite food is! And this is rubbish, I never really liked German beer. And what is-”

Her sentence got cut off as she clicked on one of the links, leading her to the  artwork that Tony had just mentioned. The painting included things she never really dared to think about Steve on duty, yet there they were, including his naked torso, her garter belts, nails and...

“Bloody Nora! What is this? Who in their right mind would paint this?!”

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Angie partially wished Peggy would just say something, anything to clear this up, whatever this was. She leaned into the touch, her eyes half closed. She felt calm, despite the storm raging in her mind. She had no idea that Peggy could ever feel that way towards her, but it seemed like it was, for once, going her way. She smiled slightly. 

She shivered slightly as Peggy’s thumb brushed against her jawline. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She thought for a moment that just maybe she had a chance with Peggy. The smile on her face grew and she allowed her eyes to meet with Peggy’s, just for a moment. 

“I think so too…” She said softly, watching as Peggy’s eyes dropped down to her lips. She swore her heart just stopped beating then and there. She moved a bit closer, wanting to press her lips to hers, but was a little nervous.

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It was apparent that Angie was nervous beyond anything Peggy has ever seen, and she herself felt her knees giving out a little when the gap between them became so insignificant that the brunette could feel the other’s breath on her own lips.

There was no turning back from this now. Her thoughts flew to Steve, and the slightest bit of guilt tugged at her stomach. He would have wanted you to move on. The more that sentence echoed in her mind, the more determined Peggy got, as she almost failed to realized that breathing on her part had stopped for a while there.

Without allowing her brain to talk her out of this, Peggy tightened her grip around Angie’s waist, the other sliding into those light curls, pulling her close and bringing their lips together one more time. This one was not rushed, or filled with panic, but slow, deliberate, gentle, sending spikes of goosebumps down her spine.

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[[Need to return to work now. I’m glad Peggy muse is back, so I will do remaining threads and a starter later.]]

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     ” Look, I’m not saying the Koenigs are clones but          “ 

she looks around before loudly & rather dramatically whispering to the other.

    ” I’m ninety-five percent sure they’re all clones. “

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Peggy looks around too then leans in, her voice dropping considerably too.

“The lanyard fella? Could it possibly be they are all simply brothers? I mean who would have the technology for clo- ... Never mind, don’t answer that.”

           The Starks existed, after all.

       “Should you not be training instead of trying to figure out the mysteries of SHIELD?” Peggy whispered again, but gave the young agent a little smile. Skye was certainly one of her favourites.

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It’s been different, having been on a team as the only woman when she grew up surrounding by other women. It wasn’t ever that they respected her, at least intentionally, but the behavior and the conversations had been different to say the least. Not that Natasha had deep conversations with the other girls in the Red Room. Now there were more women, and it was a delightful difference. 

“To be fair, science has done wonders,” she lifted an eyebrow at Peggy, inspecting her without shame if only to get her point across. “Of course, the Stark’s had their hand in that, so of course I would be good.” Her hand reached out to pick up Peggy’s phone and she inspected it, before handing it back. “I use mine as a paper weight. But oooh, you should google yourself if you ever feel like getting angry.” 

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Romanoff was bold, and Peggy raised her own eyebrows when she bluntly pointed out that Peggy, too, was in fact a produce of Stark’s scientific successes, making her laugh a bit more. To even think that three younglings, Steve, Barnes and herself were there and still seemingly in their twenties was certainly more terrifying and exciting that anything else she witnessed.

“Yes, I suppose you can say that. The Stark boys have done wonders, not all I quite approve of, but what can you do?” She shrugged, taking yet another sip, thinking it was virtually impossible to feel her jaw numb from intoxication a bit already. “Google myself? That is the search engine, is it not? Who comes up with these things? Have you googled yourself, then?”

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Sergeant Barnes? Shaking his head, Vanya felt nauseated with a sudden pain in his head. He had no idea what kind of tactic this was, but he had severely underestimated the target. She had a gun trained on him and he her, but he couldn’t think straight. He grimaced when she asked what happened to him. Someone had asked that before, but he couldn’t remember who. Or maybe he had said it to someone else. It made him look down at the picture again.

“Where is this man?” Something inside him was overriding all training and programming and he was sure it was the woman’s fault along with the picture that she’d obviously planted to throw him off. “Tell me and I’ll let you live.” 

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Peggy watched the man closely - it did not seem like Bucky, but he certainly looked like him. There was something different, something sinister about his posture, and the air with which he moved rang some bells, yet Peggy could not put a finger on it. Blame it on staring the dead man in the face, if you will.

Had it been any other situation, Peggy would have ran to him to help him out, but the enemy played all kinds of trickery since SHIELD was founded; it would be nothing sort of foolish to make any sudden movements. Her eyes fell on the photo again, and her heart filled up with sadness. Breath hitched in her throat, and Peggy Carter sighed, lowering the gun a little. “That man is Steve Rogers, and he died in the war. He was your best friend.” She decided to take the route in which this was, by some chance, actually Bucky Barnes, brainwashed. HYDRA was capable of doing horrible things, after all.

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“You’ve been glued to the couch for 3 days. I’m worried about you.”

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Angie looked up at Peggy with a smile. “It’s nothing English. Just had a rough week at the auditions.” She wiped away the tears that were on her face. She wanted to keep up the happy demeanor with Peggy. Not wanting to really worry her any further than she was. 

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Peggy smiled a little right back at her, tipping her head to the side. She always worried about Angie, even more so since they moved in together. Deciding at once that the paperwork could wait, she seated herself next to Angie’s legs. “Do you want to talk about it, darling?”

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“Margaret CARTER? The  Margaret Carter?” A pause. Beaming little smile. Don’t mind him, he’s an idiot. “Must say that I’m a fan,  it’s an honour, truly.”

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Peggy stood there, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised so high that they threatened to disappear into the hairline.

“I’d wager you are one of Howard’s, then?”

Howard has been sending her all kinds of blundering idiots lately.

“I was not expecting him to send anyone from the UK, then again, that’s exactly what he’d do.”

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She started to argue.  Came very, very close.  Peggy was already wounded, badly so.  Instead, however, she gave Peggy’s cheek another touch, brushed a thumb across her chin.  If they stepped out that door, the chances of getting home alive were nearly nil.  There were worse ways to go, she figured.

“Together,” she murmured and tugged Peggy in for a soft brush of lips.  Her give a damn about others seeing gone with the idea that they wouldn’t come back from  this.  “I will stop whoever I can with my abilities and that should create a distraction, albeit a small one,” she spoke a bit more loudly, for the others in the room to hear, “I’m giving you all the time I can.”

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Peggy’s resolve only grew, certain that these must have been their last moments together. Yet, the  touch on her cheek somehow overcame the insufferable pain of her side and she stood just a bit taller.  “Together.” She echoed, feeling her lips burning after the soft peck.

When her speech ended, Peggy loaded up her gun and looked at her one more time. All of the words were futile, and she only give her a slight nod before pushing the door open. The blinding light and noise of the battle made her pause for a moment and then charged, making sure Anna’s at her side.

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“I’m glad to hear it, for a while there I thought I was goin’ crazy.” Angie replied softly just as the gramophone strode into the grains of the record. She could feel Peggy’s hand on her waist, without a look she readjusted the brunette’s hand so it slipped just a little lower. Her heart was caught in her throat as she looked into those warm brown orbs.

Angie leaned in a little closer, close enough she could steal Peggy’s breath. With a hand on the English woman’s waist the New Yorker went in as far as to brush her lips against Peggy’s but she didn’t commit and turned her face as she changed the record. “Got this the other day,” she says while placing the Perry Como record down. Surrender filtered through the gramophone. 

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Peggy’s cheeks flushed slightest shade of pink. Yes, perhaps she might have been less than subtle with her actions around Angie, yet never could she have thought... The mere concept of being with a woman did not scare her, as she had known many a woman who spent their lives with other girls, but the feelings towards Angie were nothing short of frightening.

It was when their lips merely brushed when Peggy felt the weakness in her knees. “I’ve heard this before.” She breathed, her hand reaching out to touch Angie’s forearm gently, and then slid down to tangle their fingers, giving the other a soft tug to turn around. “It’s almost as lovely as you are.” The smile seemed forever etched on her face, the free hand reaching up to cup the other’s cheek, thumb brushing over the smooth skin before leaning in to meet their lips once more, this time more lingering, yet just as tender.

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[[ Three Angies and one Angie lookalike… Peggy is pleased.]]

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You have 3 wives?? And you didn’t tell me?? HOW DARE. WE COULD HAVE GONE SHOPPING FOR A KING SIZED BED TOGETHER.  WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLLLLLLL..

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HAhahaha I thought we already discussed this, we are getting the king sized bed if we get Hayley and Lyndsy to marry us.

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[[ Three Angies and one Angie lookalike... Peggy is pleased.]]

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“My folks would say I don’t have much sense, but I do have a good sense about people, English. You’re one of the good ones. You can fool those guys easily but I can tell when somethings up. As for nerves, I deal with nerves all the time! I’m like a nerve professional; Sometimes you have to find your nerve, other times you get nerves, like on stage.. but mostly- people get ON your nerves.“

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“I can’t imagine why your parents would think that, you have an amazing sense when it comes to people, Angie. Takes a lot of nerve to do what you’re doing, and I am sure that they are going to recognize that in Hollywood~ I can’t say the same for myself. We shall see. Speaking of, do you want to come with me, do some last minute shopping? I’m afraid it will not be for clothes.”

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            A smile soon formed upon her lips when she heard the other chuckle at her reaction all the while feeling Peggy’s arms tighten around her waist, causing her to lean back a bit in the other’s arms. She enjoyed the feeling of being in the other’s arms but the other woman was right. They really did need to work on her detection skills.  ❛I was never good with keeping watch on what’s going on behind me. So yeah . . We really do need to work on my detection skills.❜She whispered as a shiver ran down her spine at the feeling of lips being pressed against the nape of her neck. ❛Ready as I’ll ever be.❜She spoke as she was reluctant to pull away from the other woman’s arms, but she did so anyways.  

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“It’s one of the rare things you’re absolutely rubbish at.” Peggy added, the teasing in her voice more than apparent. She also involuntarily moved away from the younger woman,  then ran a hand through those light brown curls and smiled  widely. “You look absolutely wonderful.” It was not that often for Peggy to go undercover, but she was glad that Leah was the one who she was doing this with - they were supposed to make an arrest for a man who sold illegal technology to one of  the Middle Eastern countries. It was the Howard Stark ordeal all over again. “We shall be the newlywed couple, just crazy for each other.” Not too big of a stretch. “And I will need you to keep  an eye on the suitcase. I will take care of the culprit. Sound alright?”