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imkittyjustkitty · 2 years

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Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 5

prompt ; strength

pairings ; Peggy Carter x Reader

summary ; Nothing went right today, anything that could possibly go wrong, did. It's all too much and all that you want is for your girlfriend to hold you in her arms and comfort you, to promise that everything will be alright.

+ fem!reader (no pronouns but reader wears a skirt and and reader's boss is sexist so yeah)

warnings ; pet names (love, darling, & dear used endearingly by Peggy, sweet cheeks used derogatorily by reader's boss) , swearing , sexism (reader has a shitty boss) , creeps trying to look at reader in places they should not be , talk of reader being overstimulated , talk about being/feeling sick , reader is overwhelmed and freaking out , basically just a bunch of bad stuff bc reader had a shit day

genre ; hurt/comfort

word count ; 1119

A/N ; hiii !! here's some peggy comfort <3 is this somewhat inspired by me having a bad day ? yes indeed sdnkfnk , i also plan on writing more peggy comfort because i love her sm <3

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

To put it simply, you'd had the worst day. You'd arrived late to work due to the fact that your girlfriend Peggy, who would usually wake you both up, had stayed late at her job last night and subsequently not being able to come home that night, meaning by the time you woke up you were almost an hour late and rushing out of your apartment with the overwhelming worry that you'd forgotten something.

You had. You'd forgotten half of your work uniform, so then you were showing up to your job in yes, the right shirt, but you had completely forgotten to change your bottoms and now you were wearing dark grey pants to your job as a waitress. And your boss was not happy.

He would never shut up about 'professionalism and presentation in the workplace' but really he just wanted to see his female employees in skirts and it was disgusting. You hated it but you couldn't do anything about it, you needed a job.

But sometimes, it was way too much for you to handle. The diner you work at just never stopped being overstimulating and overwhelming, it felt like a punishment for something you hadn't done.

Your hellish day didn't stop at being reprimanded by your boss for wearing the wrong uniform, and not just the wrong uniform but for wearing 'pants? I think you're a bit confused sweet cheeks'.

He forced you to wear a spare skirt from a waitress who had previously worked there, and it was not at all your size. It was dusty and torn at the seam, so every step you took you had to awkwardly pull it up to make sure it didn't fall right off you. You received weird looks all around you, and the occasional creep watching you carefully, waiting for your skirt to slip so they could see your exposed skin. You felt fucking sick.

And then every customer at the diner seemed to decide that today was the day they all turn against you, and make sure they were the rudest and most impatient people that is humanly possible, and push you to the edge knowing that you couldn't react for the sake of your job.

You'd had enough when you'd finally left your job, making your way home, and realised when in the rush of leaving for work this morning, you'd locked your apartment keys inside your apartment. Which in the grand scheme of things should not have been the mental blow it was, yeah maybe a bit of a panic before realising your girlfriend also had a key, and that'd be it. But no, today had been terrible. It had been so trying on you mentally and this, of all things, had been your last straw.

So now you found yourself sliding your back down the wooden door of your locked apartment, tears pouring out as you pull your knees up and hide your face.

You hate your habit of waking up late no matter how hard you try to change your sleep schedule in a way that would benefit you.

You hate your boss for being so backwards and idiotic.

You hate the customers at the diner for being so disgusting and rude.

You hate yourself for forgetting to get your key out of your apartment before you locked it in there.

But most of all, you miss your girlfriend and you hate how long it's been since you've last seen her.

You don't know how long you've been sat here, head between your legs, not even trying to calm down, just crying and crying and crying. You don't know if people have seen you sobbing in the hallway, and quickly turned the other way, or how many people have walked past you as quietly and rapidly as possible to get past and away from the weeping girl on the second floor of an apartment complex...

"Y/n!? Darling is that you??"

Your body immediately freezes at the familiar voice and hurried footsteps nearing your trembling figure.

"Oh love, oh dear c'mere, what happened?" Peggy asks you, bending down to rest the balls of her feet as she rests her palms on your shaking knees, her heart breaking as she takes in the view of you, broken and crying at the door of your shared apartment.

You try to slow your ragged breathing to answer your girlfriend, but all that comes out is a strangled whine, and Peggy's heart breaks impossibly more.

"Oh love, it's okay, i'm here," Peggy comfort you as she moves to sit next to you, pulling you to her chest and soothingly rubbing your back.

"It's okay dear, I'm here," Peggy whispers comforting things to you as you wrap your arms around her, she tells you about something funny she overheard about a co-worker, a memory of when she was a kid, she tells you anything sweet and funny that comes to mind, no matter how small.

She tells you about how her least favourite smell is that of strawberries, for no discernible reason other than the fact that it is far too sweet of a scent, and that 'really, strawberries taste nice so they already have that going for them, but then they also smell sweet? I don't trust it, no one needs that much going for them', which makes you giggle at your girlfriend, looking up from where you head is buried in her chest, to see your beautiful Peggy smiling down at you, love and adoration flooding her soft eyes.

"Thank you, Peg," you whisper, as she moves her sleeve to gently wipe stray tears off your cheeks.

"Of course love, I'm always here for you, okay?"

You let out a deep breath and nod your head, "Yeah.. Peg, I love you, ya'know?"

"I love you too Y/n," Peggy grins softly at you.

After a moment of you two just enjoying being in each other's presence, Peggy speaks up.

"Ok well, I don't know about you but it is so bloody cold out here," She laughs, starting to stretch her arms, "How about we head in, yeah?"

"Yeah, it is pretty cold," You smile at your girlfriend as she helps you stand up on shaky legs, still holding your hand as she goes to unlock the apartment door.

Smiling as the two of you walk into your shared apartment, you watch your beautiful girlfriend as she grabs her bag and carries it in with her, heels clicking along the wooden floor boards. You can't help but feel like everything is and will be okay, because as long as you have Peggy, the love of your life by your side, everything will work out.

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Peggy and Y/N walk out to intercept the Scarlet Witch…

Y/N: hey baby

Wanda: do I know you?

Peggy: you didn’t look at the family photos? Wanda, seriously, love.

Wanda’s eyes soften…

Wanda: oh…it’s not fair. Why am I so loved in this universe and not in my own?

Y/N: you can be. I exist there. Just find me and I know I’ll be crazy about you. Also maybe don’t hunt Chavez.

Peggy: seriously that girl is hurting and wanting a family as much as you.

Wanda: I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

The Scarlet Witch leaves Wanda’s body…

Peggy and Y/N catch their Wanda…

Wanda: detkas? How did I get here?

Peggy: we’ll explain over cuddles after we tuck the boys in tonight, love

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ⌇ marvel ladies headcanons

summary. marvel ladies and their favourite kind of kisses to receive from you ♡

includes. yelena / wanda / maria / peggy / natasha / shuri / kate note. a very late valentines special. sfw since tumblr hates me and my mature works. (literally every single one of them have gotten flagged this isn't funny anymore) regardless, i hope you all enjoy these adorably fluffy headcanons

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──── ♥ YELENA

forehead kisses. when yelena was younger, she hated getting teased for her height. but somehow, it’s okay when it comes to you. maybe it’s because you can wrap your arms around her so easily and engulf her in your warmth, and your joy, and the life behind everything you do. or maybe it’s just the forehead kisses. you’re always gentle with yelena, loving her not in spite of her flaws but because of them, and maybe that’s why you’re so tender when you hold the sides of her face and press a kiss on her forehead. her shoulders relax, and she sighs softly, tucking her head underneath your chin, and all you can do is capture every moment in a frame of time. it’s moment like these that make yelena fall in love with you even more, when your lips are against her forehead and mumbling words that make her melt into a puddle of romances.

──── ♥ WANDA

angel kisses. it’s a sweet name for an even sweeter kiss. angel kisses are placed on the closed eyelids, and it’s something wanda really fancies, something you do all the time. the world can get so loud and unbearable – but when you wrap wanda up in your arms and place kisses on her closed eyes, she stops trembling and it becomes a little more okay. wanda’s been through so much, and the fact in itself that you’re one of the few who’ve bothered to stand by her side all the way means so much. it means more when her eyes are closed and your lips are right there, always there for her. that sweetness is comparable to an angel, so maybe that’s where it got its name.

──── ♥ MARIA

cheek kisses. for such a skilled agent, it’s surprising how you take maria by surprise every time you kiss her on the cheek. maybe that’s an emblem of how she lets down her walls around you, whether she liked it or not — you love maria, undeniably so, and though it took her far longer, she does love you too. a striking example of this is the small smile she allows to slip beyond the cold demeanour, whenever you so casually walk up to her and distractedly press a fleeting kiss on the side of her face. if it was anyone else, maria would’ve probably had them knocked out in seconds flat, but you’re not them, and your lips on her cheek are far sweeter. it’s the way you do it so absent-mindedly, too, like it’s a part of your daily routine and pepppering kisses on maria’s cheeks are a simple way of life. cute, and soft, and mushy, like those rom-com films maria hates, but she’d watch them all day, if it meant your lips would meet her cheeks once again.

──── ♥ PEGGY

back-of-hand kisses. peggy, who is so headstrong and rarely shows her tender side, unexpectedly loves back-of-hand kisses. it’s just the way you brush your lips against her skin, over the callouses and the blemishes, cherishing her as if she ever deserved that delicacy. "i absolutely adore you, my love," you would mumble, pressing your lips against her knuckles gingerly just before she leaves for work. she would bite back a smile, feeling her insides turn into mush. she thinks she can handle another day disciplining rowdy soldiers if it means she can wake another day by your side.

──── ♥ NATASHA

stomach kisses. scars and bruises and stretch marks are nothing new to natasha, and while she’d never admit she was acutely insecure of them, it does bother her to an extent that she avoids looking at her stomach in the mirror. it’s stupid, honestly, because natasha is a world-class assassin, and she’d rather look dead in the eyes of a bleeding man than her own stomach, but then you came along and flipped her world upside down. the first night you trail kisses along her stomach, lips fluttering over every scar and bruise, natasha almost cries. she's never felt so loved. you don’t say anything, and she’s grateful for your silence, but you press a few extra kisses on the bullet wounds and the beautiful stretch marks. it’s so loving and tender, that you even bother to kiss her stomach that delicately, and natasha thinks she doesn’t deserve you but you’d always tell her otherwise.

──── ♥ SHURI

neck kisses. shuri absolutely loves the sensation of neck kisses. shuri could be up in her lab, so focused on her current project, but all that fades away when you wrap your arms around her from behind, and pull her into a soft kiss on the neck. she sighs softly, then leans back into your grasp, tilting her head up to meet your eyes lovingly. you give her a lopsided, lovesick smile, still not saying anything. you just duck down to press another kiss on the narrow column of her neck, hands encircling her waist as she lets her eyes flutter shut. it's all shuri ever needed, but when your kisses start lingering a little too long and your hands start wandering a little too far, she isn't complaining, either.

──── ♥ KATE

spiderman kisses. the name is quite funny, since the two of you do know peter parker, but then again there's no other way to explain it. kate somehow always ends up on the floor, be it after a night of slumber, or playing with lucky, or watching tv. you find it so endearing, and you can't help when stand over her and peck her lips. your chins brush against each others' noses, and kate lets out a breathy laugh. both of you are smiling into the kiss, and the butterflies in kate's stomach flutter. it's so goofy, but it encaptures your relationship in the most perfect way imaginable ─ there's no need to take it too seriously, because both of you are just going with the flow. whatever happens, both of you will always be there for each other, with spiderman kisses or not.

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jackiequick · 2 months

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That’s Would Be Enough | Marvel Fanfic 🖋

Summary: Elizabeth wants to be the best inventor and aunt. She’s overworked herself late into the night, but what she needs a break. And to be reminded that she is enough. And who other to do it than her own favorite blonde, aside from Captain America.

Pairing: Jason Grey Underwood & Elizabeth Stark

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe—> Agent Carter, Iron Man 1-2, The Avengers

Marvel timeline: Pre/During—Avengers 2012 (Phase 1)

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, The Young Avengers, Howard Stark and Jarvis

Song inspired fic: That Would Be Enough from Hamilton

A/N: I know it’s a simple fic but I was listening to this song and just had to write it.

Ship Name: JALIZZY

Sidenote: Jason’s nickname is JJ meanwhile Elizabeth is Liz

Click here to see the latest fanfic featuring this family

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It’s been a few short weeks, Stark Tower was running high and low with noise.

New York City lights in contacts to the skyline views that the home brought to the world. Voices from the young heroes were softly heard. You could hear Liane and her friends screaming over the sound of the tv wired up in the living room and the hallways were being used as a reminder of how huge the building truly was.

But underneath the main lounge floor, past the elevator doors and across the narrow halls stood the tapping of nails against a keyboard humming a soft tune, that was played earlier from the afternoon radio. Files surrounding her desk as she spun in the chair for a while, as it reminded her of older memories at The Mansion’s lab.

The laughs and the louder bickering over bullshit that didn’t matter but it did at the time. Trinkets and posters surrounded the lab back then, it still does now but as many as Stark Tower.

She missed it, weather she liked to admit it or not.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking that belonged to a tall blonde with fluffy hair, sweatpants and a baby blue t-shirt, carrying two mugs of warm hot chocolate. She nodded, inviting him into the room as he took a seat near the empty chair, gently placing the mug into her palms as she took a peek noticing a few tiny marshmallows.

She hummed as she took a delightful sip of the warm drink.

He noticed she wasn’t upstairs for a while now. Something that never bothered him, he’s used to his creative minds spending longer than expected in the lab tinkering. However having seen what he would assume the worse of it from Tony in 2010, noticing his eyes bloodshot and the lights making his body appear weak, he made it a promise to watch the time to bring whoever was in the lab to bed.

Tonight it was Elizabeth.

She’s a Stark. So he can’t stop her being in a lab to invent something, since that’s one of places she shined. Aside from the stage of course. He have noticed her getting a new scope of the world, having been gone under the ice for a while now. He knew she had her own ways of doing things, as she handled the transition better than expected but it had him worried.

Does she believe that she’s not doing enough?

He has been there himself plenty of times, where he feels useless and annoyed around everyone but he never showed it. Everything phases him, just not exactly his face. With one swift look at her vulnerable face, the tired eyes and gentle smile that could light up the stars, he knew.

He has been around theses people long enough to not know. Especially since JARVIS tend to be the house’s eyes and ears, it all added up to this point and he wasn’t upset about it

Elizabeth’s eyes analyzed his facial expressions, noticing the small bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders dropped ever so slightly. He smiled softly at her, placing the mug of hot chocolate that was in his hand onto the desk. All she wanted was to rest her head on his shoulder and hear his smooth southern drawl as he hummed a old song while she drifted to sleep.

But she wonder, if she left asleep and let herself take a breath, then that would mean her inventions would be unfinished. Her work would’ve not been done and the studies she has been doing lately would have left aside. It was silly to think she was putting all this unnecessary work onto herself when she doesn’t need it but it made her feel like she was doing something.

Then it clicked.

“How long have you know?” She asked, running her fingers crossed the side of the mug

“A month or so.” He replied, playing with the fabric of his sweatpants.

“I never told you.”

“Jarvis told me a less than month ago.”

“No…”

“We all just wanted you home.”

She sighed, “You should have told me.”

“I’m not sorry.” He added, with a honest smile.

He smiled placing a hand on her knee and said, “I knew you’ll work until the idea was done.”

“The idea’s not done.” She replied, placing a hand over his and sighed.

“But you’re tired and deserve a chance to be with our son.”

“He’s Howard’s son, I’m just his overprotective aunt.”

“We both know your more than that to him. You don’t need to prove anything, you said it yourself years ago.”

“I know…um but still my work, my life. I just want to make sure I’m worth all of it and I’m leaving a legacy behind..”

He sighs and smiled, “Just look around and you’ll see the difference you made.”

“We made.” She corrected him with a smile.

The two chuckled soft at that.

Nonetheless, Jason continued, “Look around at how lucky we are, just to be alive right now is a miracle. And that’s saying a lot knowing what we’ve been through.”

“Will you relish being a silly inventor’s spouse?” She added, as it sounded like a question, “Somewhat dependent, not about to provide for our life? It’s stupid I know, we’re in a good place but it feels like the roles are reversed and i don’t know why..I don’t feel as independent yet. I mean, we used to have Jarvis and Ana to help us. Peggy too! And now we’re sorta alone at this..”

“It’s not easy, it never was but we can handle it. And that not true, you’re more than confident and independent. Give it time.”

“How much time? How did you do it? Let’s face it, I’m here now, I have been awaken from the ice for a considerable period of time, but it still feels odd. We both has been working for a long time and sometimes it felt like we can’t breath again because of it. The world is changing a lot more than expected…so do you still relish all of this?”

“Your just tired and a little vulnerable right now, honey. It’s okay, no rush here. But to answer your question, yes, I do. I also relish you someday being my wife. Just look around, look at where you are. Look at where you started..the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough.”

She smiled hearing those words, “Yeah. I guess I am tired…and a little worried, I just want to be the best version I can be.”

“You already you.” He added with a chuckle, “Our child shares a fraction of your smile and dare I say, a fragment of your mind just as much as he does Howard!”

“Oh good god he’s smarter than I thought!”

“And his ego too. I love him but damn, it’s wild.”

“Oh yeah, he’s more than enough to make a difference in the world. We’re safe then.”

They both smiled and laughed harder than expected knowing how many godchildren Tony gave them. So look out world, that would be enough.

He looped a finger underneath her chin, “Look, I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. The worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind. Your reading more than i do when it comes to understand everything we can.”

“Mhmm! It’s hard moving from one era to another.” She admits with a light chuckle, “..sometimes I don’t know how we’ve done it for so long and haven’t driven ourselves mad.”

“I know...but I’m not as afraid as I should. I know who I married. So long as we all come home at the end of the day..”

“That would be enough. Uh, about our legacy and the money?”

“Liz.”

“Jason. I’m serious.”

“We already are creating one and we already have money. If I could grant you peace of mind, let us inside your heart…”

Those words shut her up, as her eyes watered a bit understanding everything he meant. That they are supposed to be made of steel but it takes the people you love to make it a strong material.

And truth be told, she told him those same words years ago. It wasn’t as gentle, heartfelt and darling as she said in her own way, but it was a similar format as theses line meant the same thing. She remembers telling him in a charming yet sweet manner.

“Just let us be apart of that narrative, in the story we are watching today.” He continued, with a gentle grin, “Let this be a new chapter where I hope we stay..”

“And I could be more than enough.” She finished for him with a gentle grin, “We could be enough…since that would be enough.”

“Took you long enough to get it.”

“I should’ve known by now, I just need the reminder...I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“It’s alright, you didn’t mean it. Now, can we please go to bed?”

She smiled breathlessly and softly replied, “Yes please!”

He stood up, and walked away to the doorway thinking he was following her. But she wasn’t. He looked over his shoulder to to find her holding out her hands at arms length with a cheeky little smile that resulted him to snicker.

“Carry me?” She asked with a soft chuckle, tiredness laced in her voice.

“You’re so dramatic.” He replied with a similar tone as he walked over and picked her up bridal style.

“Shhhhhh babe, there are people trying to sleep here.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I think I love you.”

“I know.”

The pair smiled as he carried her to bed, as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. She hummed a few words and cracking a couple of jokes while he rolled his eyes dropping her onto the bed. She swiftly crawled under the warm covers and laying her head on the pillow, smiling at the blonde who treated her well.

Sometimes she wonders how exactly did she deserve such a man? Guess she will never actually get that solid answer.

She reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze as if to know she was real and not at all in that icey cold apartment she once placed into. He smiled in return and winked, as there was an unspoken feeling of love in the air.

He left her side and stepped over to the doorframe. He looked over his shoulder and whispered, “Night Liz.”

She yawned, about to ask, more like suggest something but choice against it. Save it for another night as she replied, “Night Jason.”

Just as Jason turned off the lights and leading himself towards the hallway, Elizabeth bite the bullet with a soft grin. She decided to go for it and muttered, “Grey?”

She wondered if he heard it but he did. It cause Jason to pause and turn around to face Elizabeth, because it was a rare but somewhat made common sense that he would hear his middle name being used. Not everyone called him that unless necessary and he secretly preferred it being used among certain people.

Usually it was a way to get his attention in an endearing manner, when it came to his plenty of nicknames over the years.

His mind was fighting off a nerve of worry, as he met her eyesight, and hummed, “Yeah?”

“C-can you stay with me tonight? In bed like old times…” She replied almost shyly, pushing away her curls. It was a rare moment for a woman as bold as she might be. Yet, there was gentle tired smile that tugged her lips.

“Y-you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be sure if I didn’t ask, would I?”

“Fair point. Uh, left side of the bed?”

“A-and you on right.”

“You’re positive about this?”

“Mhm, I am. If not, I can always buy a dog to keep me company instead. I heard Sal’s shelter is open this time and hour.”

“Elizabeth.”

“I’m kidding! But not about the dog thing.”

“Liz.”

“Come on, I know you can’t resist waking up the next morning to a nice view.”

“You talking about yourself or the city’s morning skyline?”

“Both. We’re such amazing views, just sayin’.”

With a chuckle and a little eye roll, Jason climbed into bed and nuzzled himself underneath the covers next to her. Elizabeth’s giggles could be softly heard from her own cocky comments from earlier, as she rested against his shoulder blade humming gently.

She pressed a tiny kiss onto his cheek, as her eyes slowly dropped muttering a few words as she did. He wouldn’t admit it but he missed this, as he pressed a light kiss onto the top of head. With a swig of his arm, he reached forward and turned off the lamp that rested on the nightstand as the soft night sky peeked through the windowsill.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Breach Of Contract: Part 9

A/N: Peggy Carter bashing as usual

You felt anxious before the plane had even touched down. It started with your palms sweating and your heart racing, the steady uptick in beating had been a synonymous symptom of your changing emotional well-being.

Senator Rogers had departed your side a half hour ago, leaving you to get a briefing of the events that would take place the first night you arrived.

He had left for the back of the plane to make a few adjustments to his wardrobe and his physical appearance. In his absence, you were welcome to fall into a pit of anxiety and restlessness, the debilitating awareness that you were going to face the media as both his intern and as some specimen, they wanted to shove under a microscope.

You knew, full well, that the connection between you and Steve had been noted by both likely supporters and opposition.

You knew full well that comments were comparing the kind of chemistry you two had, versus the kind of blasé and underwhelming bond that tied Steve and Peggy together. The evidence of support or animosity had already been noticed through different socials and handles on the vast internet.

However now you were going to have to face it head-on.

Pepper had made you aware of the media circus, of the absolute hell and chaos that would ensue once Senator Rogers touched the ground. It was only natural given the attacks that the other party was trying to unleash on him in order to dissuade the public from voting for the necessary parties to vote him in. It was rather nasty, from what you had already seen and it was only going to act as gasoline for this insane and innate fire that would be all-consuming.

Once he set foot on the tarmac, the press tour started. There would be no shortage of events that would aid Senator Roger’s message for unity in the country, and the need to help each other out rather than turning our backs on each other.

The start of the press tour on the west coast would start the moment he stepped off the plane and the docket had started to take place with the first flash of a camera. Senator Rogers was ready, he was prepared with a level head and an assurance that he could and would handle whatever was thrown his way.

“I hope you’re ready.” Chase had given you a forewarning as the process to off-board was starting. “We’re coming behind him and immediately going to the hotel.”

You reached for the bag you’d packed, one of the carry-ons with little inside other than a quick change of clothes and a few books, hesitating when you felt hands grazing your own. Given the last chance to give you a pep talk, Steve lifted the bag from the overhead compartment for you and set it on the floor.

Inhaling slowly, you focused on the scent of his cologne and the tinge of spice that made you want to turn into him for comfort. He was strong and broad-shouldered but he carried so much warmth with him, warmth that you wanted to surround yourself.

“Take a deep breath, don’t let them get in your head.” He whispered, he whispered gently as if the roles were reversed and you were the one who was going to be facing the onslaught of the media circus.

“I’m scared.” You replied with a mumble, unable to turn and face him, at least not while the doors were prepared to be opened.

“Fear is not a weakness.” Steve had pulled away when it was time for him to settle into his role, and after he stepped away you looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with him. It was only a moment, it was barely half a minute before he had to turn away but it was enough.

And then the door opened, a powerful vortex of questions and the steady click of cameras had come rushing to your ears before he had even stepped out. He had upped out of your line of sight although you could easily detect the cacophonous drone from the tarmac.

“We have to go, we have to face it.” Val and Sasha both stepped by your seat, the latter helping you pick up your bag and the files you’d been scouring over. “We’re right here with you.”

The buzz that you heard on the plane was tepid compared to being on the tarmac with a line of press, different media cycles and online avenues for gossip and information vying to get his attention. It was as if you were in a wind tunnel, being accosted by the piercing noise that hit your ears with an unseemly tangency that made you grit your teeth.

“Senator Rogers reaches the LAX airport with his team in tow-“

“Senator Rogers is starting the tour here on the west coast and is said to be attending a few ceremonies-“

“The excitement for the senator to arrive has boiled over and quite a crowd has been drawn. Now I’ve been told-“

You could remain ignorant to the questions as Steve had stopped by a few press junkets as the start of his tour commenced. However, when you started hearing questions fired off at you, you were not as poised and collected as the Senator.

“Y/N! Y/N do you have any responses to the fans and supporters of Madame Carter who have accused you of interfering in their marriage?” A reporter for a popular online gossip outlet had raised their voice to garner your attention, and immediately you were thrown off guard.

You were a deer in headlights, eyes wide and tongue-tied. Your mind was not cooperating with your vocal cords or your motor skills, you couldn’t move or respond in any possible facet. Rather, you were stuck where you stood with your fingers tapping on the inside of your hands.

And when you finally could speak, when you finally found yourself able to produce a sound, it came out as a stuttering and weak response.

“I’m…I don’t-“ you were steered away, set into the protective side of Chase and Val.

“Ignore them. Keep your head down and move. Act normal.” Chase squeezed your hand and led you off to the vehicles waiting for the support team. He opened the door and watched you slide into the back beside Val before he joined you, the other vehicle held out for Pepper, Sasha and Steve.

“This is madness. It’s chaos-” you rest your head in your hands, your eyes closing for a single moment to gather your thoughts.

You weren’t prepared for this, even with all the warning and prep you’d been doing it wasn’t expected. This was your first real, true job as a PR intern for a major political campaign, and maybe it was your naivety that made you ignorant, but you didn’t know it would be like this.

“The first day and I feel like I’ve been dumped into the Arctic Ocean.” You lowered your hands, watching aimlessly as Senator Rogers approached the lead vehicle and took a pause to wave once more at the crowds.

“We have the night off. Sasha, Pepper & the Senator are going to do a kickoff press conference, so…” Chase leaned in and nudged your arm with his. “Come to my hotel room, we’ll order food and watch B-rated movies.”

“As long as you promise not to start sexting your boyfriend. The last time you invited us over, we got a deeply personal insight into your sex life, and we didn’t want it.” Val leaned forward and directed her attention to Chase, the two of them continuing their ease back and forth until the driver started taking off from the airport.

As the vehicle moved, you leaned back against the seat and angled your head, staring out the window at the masses of people or reporters who were still recording or taking pictures of the envoy.

It was endless or seemed to be and you wondered, at any point, if you would be on the receiving end of Madame Carter’s hatred in person.

“The press tour started eventfully,” the fabricated crooning which once had brought him to his knees had now been a nail upon glass to his ears, “are you enjoying playing with your intern?”

“Peggy quit.” Steve drew out his annoyance with a sharp hiss when his wife’s comments, through a picture-perfect screen, had come across as hypocritical at best. “We’re not doing this.”

“Not doing what, Steve? You’re not screwing around with a younger woman while your wife is doing charity work?” Peggy leaned forward tucking her hand under her chin, her long deep brown hair was pinned to the top of her head in a style that was as calculated as she was.

Peggy was unbothered by the weight of her affairs, by the notion that while Steve wanted to change the world for the better she wanted to acquire an endless stream of power and money for herself.

It was a reality that was more of a nightmare, the idea that she could have used Steve so easily and not found fault in the irony that she was committing physical adultery. Steve, in comparison, felt like he was genuinely falling in love with someone incredible.

“Where’s he hiding? Where do you have him this time? The closet?” Steve blew out the accusation with animosity, and disgust hanging off every syllable until his mouth was coated with bitterness.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Peggy’s lips were drawn back into a smirk, a slow-building quirk riddled with heinousness, “I should remind you…”

His heart sank and his hands were balled into tight fists by his side.

He didn’t need to know what toxic spewing ire she would fire off at him to know that it was another tactic for control. Steve knew that she and her family, who had promised so much for the man who wanted to be a great politician and make a difference, were trying to tighten the strings and spin this discourse between the two of them into a positive light.

“It’s in your little whore’s contract that if she fucks anyone in her circle she’ll be fired.” It felt like a victory for her, Steve could see it written clearly.

Every shadow and highlight on her aesthetically pleasing face, her natural beauty and charisma that charmed more than just him, was now twisted.

Every facet of her that he once loved was tainted and obliterated by this poisonous facet that made him hate her. It was despicable, it was beyond what he thought he could handle. Peggy Carter and Pierce’s were fucking with what little glimmer of happiness he could have.

“Make sure you’re a good boy, Steve. Don’t put your dick in anything that could get you into trouble.”The irony, cruel and twisted, befell him.

He was finding happiness but couldn’t step over the line they drew in the sand. It was a method of torture to keep him in their distinctive clutch, and Steve was caught between letting himself chase the glimmer of hope and squandering it all.

“I wanted to change the world, Peggy. I wanted to do good and be good. I wanted a loving wife and kids to come home to, I wanted the American dream and you-”

“I told you to fuck her, didn’t I?” Steve’s heart sank, the acid in his stomach churning as he rendered himself stuck on this terrorizing notion that if he chased you, physically seeking you, you would be ruined. “Guess you better keep your dick clean.”

He wanted to call her a bitch, he wanted to call her a hypocritical whore for this cage she was forcing him into. Steve wanted to rip into her, endlessly tearing her in two through the screen, and yet all he could do was stare at this vile poisonous snake.

She was fucking every intern she had and dangling up above him like a carrot in front of a horse.

Peggy Carter was holding everything from him.

“I’m not letting you go, Steve. I still need you and you need me, my family, to get what you want. Who knows…maybe when I become the First Lady I’ll give you the whore as a gift. You could keep her locked under the Oval Office to suck dick for all I care-”

Steve closed the screen with a snap, using enough force to crack the screen. He stood violently and reacted in anger, swiping everything from the desk to the floor. Bile was crawling up his throat, stinging his esophageal system from the inside. His heart was thrashing violently as he continued the destruction, seeking an outlet for himself.

And as he finished, as he had spent all the anger he had, Steve slowly slid down the wall nearest the window. He drew his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his hands, slowly exhaling.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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The Morally Grey Ch 5: Make Me Feel ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader

Peggy and Reader go out on a proper date, to dinner. And then you drive her home… What on earth could happen…?

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Warnings: NSFW, teasing, kissing, mommy kink, drinking, etc.

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This was the first time you’d been on an actual date date in a long time… You’d gotten all dressed up and everything— dress, heels, makeup, and all.

You took a deep breath and entered the restaurant. You spotted Peggy after we second. She had beaten you there, and your jaw dropped once you saw her. She looked stunning…

You walked up to the reserved table for the two of you, and you sat down across from the brunette.

“I… you look… stunning…” you stammered, your face getting hotter by the second.

Peggy blushed and smiled at your words.

“Thank you, love… You look so beautiful.” The woman sighed in delight.

Now it was your turn to blush even harder.

“So, how did you grow up?” You asked, trying to pivot and make some light conversation.

“England.” Peggy hummed, “One brother, and we had our bouts of fun. Always being told to reign it in…” she chuckled lightly.

You chuckled lightly along with her.

“I know the line… ‘That is no way for a young lady to be behaving!’” You mocked the adults in your childhood, giggling at your own raised voice.

“Goodness, Yesss!” Peggy hissed with laughter, “That tone is spot on!!”

You both laughed each other out, until the waiter came to take your drink orders. After which, you continued your conversation.

“What about your childhood…?” The brunette asked.

“Hmmmm… I was the weird, outcast just growing up, interested in science and pants…” you hummed with a light chuckle.

Peggy hummed and nodded along with a smile.

“Ever been in love?” You threw it out there.

“Yes…” the woman sighed, “Twice. Both died.”

“Oh my…” you gasped lightly, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Love. They’re both in past chapters of my life” Peggy reassured you.

You two continued to talk about last relationships. She informed you of her situationship with Sousa, whom you had met. You talked about some of your past partners, especially the ones with funny stories. And you both talked about discovering your sexualities, when, where, who, how, etc. Then your conversation turned to work.

“Ok, so how did you end up at the SSR…?” You asked curiously.

“Ahhh Well… I was a code breaker at one point, loved the work, but hated being undermined constantly. Then my brother got me a job offer at the SOE; a job that led me into working in the SSR during the war with Dr. Erskine. And I just stuck around after, thinking it would be the same… it wasn’t…” she chuckled lightly at her ignorance and arrogance back then,

“But I stayed. And I make it better day by day. And in the end, I love my work.” She resolved with a sigh.

“That’s nice.” You sighed, empathizing with her love of her work, but frustration in colleagues.

“What about you? How did you end up an extremely well funded scientist/inventor…?” Peggy posed you the same question, as your wines arrived.

You paused to order your meals, before you continued.

“Well, I was always interested in the sciences since I was a young girl. My parents came from old money but my mother died at childbirth and my dad when I was early-young woman, so I got all their assets early on. Determined, I started my career as a scientist and researcher. People always have something to say, but I learned to ignore them, and that’s how I’ve gotten where I am today…” you told your story.

“So you have mommy issues…?” Peggy hummed, while you were taking a sip of your red wine.

You nearly chocked at her words, your whole face going best red. The brunette took a sip of her wine.

“I’m just joking, Darling…” She reassured you, when she realized that she had completely paralyzed you.

Her words thawed you back into reality.

“Oh um sorry… Y-yes, I have what one might call mommy issues…” you stammered.

Peggy’s eyes widened at you actually answering her theoretical question. Her mouth dropped slightly in shock. But she quickly came back to her regular self.

“Well, I’ll be sure to remember that…” the woman teased, winking while she spoke.

Your breath caught in your throat. You thought you couldn’t get any more red in the face. You were wrong.

Overall, the dinner went really well. You talked about it all it seemed, about past relationships, your jobs, your childhoods, and much more. You found your heart get all warm every time you made the woman laugh. And that she blushed every time you complimented her. You two bounced off of each other extremely well all night long.

You two are your meals and drank your wine, truly enjoying each others company. You prolonged your night having dessert and then another glass of red wine… Neither of you wanted the night to end.

But alas, the restaurant had to close… You both sighed in contentment as well as longing. You collects your things and walked out with the brunette. She was about to hail a cab, but you insisted that you give her ride home, as it would be safer.

“I insist, Peggy please.” You told the brunette, squeezing her arm lightly to show her you were being serious.

“Oh alright, but you really are too kind, Darling…” Peggy finally relented with a smile and a blush.

“It’s just down the block” you mused aloud, indicating to where the car was parked.

“Lead the way then” the brunette hummed, linking her arm to yours.

You nodded and led Peggy down the street and to your car. You two got in the back and your driver started the drive to Peggy’s apartment. The drive was pleasant and mostly silent for most of the drive. That was until your eyes met the brunette’s once more, and before you knew it, your lips were on hers, and her lips were on yours. The kiss was a bit more heated and passionate than last time, most likely on account of the alcohol.

But before you could take it anywhere else, the car had reached Peggy’s apartment. And that left the two of you in a bit of an awkward silence. Eventually, you broke it.

“Thank you… For tonight, it was lovely…” you spoke softly with a smile.

“I had a marvelous time…” Peggy agreed, smiling back, but something on her lips was unsaid.

You looked at her in light puzzlement.

What was she—?

“Come home with me”

Your whole throat, mouth, and lips ran dry in that moment. Your eyes went wide and you were almost speechless. Peggy now understood you better, and knew that this was you processing her words, so she let you have your time. After a minute or so, you finally managed to string a coherent through together.

“We’re both intoxicated…” you whispered nervously.

Peggy pursed her lips and nodded.

“I understand. Perhaps another time…?” She gently asked.

“Yes, I’d very much like that…” you said with hope filling your eyes now.

The same hope came across Peggy as you spoke.

“Alright. I look forward to it, Darling.” She breathlessly confessed, before kissing you one last time and then leaving the car.

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cthulhu-calling · 2 years

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Wedding Bells

Summary : Your best friend is getting married. You're beyond elated. And he asked you to be his best man. But there's a catch. The maid of honour is the woman you were with for two years. The woman you were going to get down on one knee and ask to spend the rest of your life together. The woman who cheated on you, smashing your heart into millions of tiny pieces. Can you truly make it down the aisle with her on your arm?

Warnings : fluff, angst, cheating

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood, Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa Characters: Peggy Carter, Dottie Underwood, Daniel Sousa Additional Tags: Sa, Blood and Torture, Blood and Violence, undiagnosed BPD, Dottie put the hot in psychotic, I am romantizing psychose and I know it, Psychological Horror, Hurt/Hurt, no comfort, Dottie's unhinged and I love her for this, Mental health??? What's that?, Carterwood Summary:

She wondered if it was possible to open Peggy’s ribcage, right here, and enter her body with a knife, snuggle against her beating heart and rest there until the end of her days. Oh, to live inside of her… to be able to plunge her nails into Peggy’s beating heart. To hurt her, not too much, but just enough for Peggy to remember Dottie was there. She could even make room for her in it. Dig a little nook between two ventricles, and curl up in a bed of blood…

A big thank you to @tanith-rhea and @yourlocaldisneyvillain for beta reading it!!!

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Y/N arrives at the Illuminati meeting...

Charles: you're late, Stark!

Y/N: what'd I miss? I was picking up dinner for Peg.

Reed: this variant of Strange says Wanda is the Scarlet Witch

Y/N: oh don't worry Peggy and I can calm her down

Strange: you can? How?

Y/N hands Peggy a thing of shawarma...

Peggy: we're a throuple. Thank you honey.

Y/N: i'll just remind this other Wanda to find me. Peggy, can you remind me I need to get new running shoes for Tommy after we talk with Wanda?

Peggy: of course darling. Don't worry we got this.

Y/N and Peggy get up and walk out to go confront Wanda...

Strange: how did Y/N end up with the two most powerful women ever?

Reed: that's a mystery even the multiverse can't solve.

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ~ 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎! 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛! (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 // 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 *𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴* 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸𝚔

(((of course feel free to picture whatever dress you like! i just put the one in the middle of the first collage because my weakness is lily james + richard madden’s version of cinderella cjdfgdlfhb BUT below the cut / before the actual ball scenes, i made another collage with more dress inspo! just because i have over a thousand fancy dresses saved on pinterest and no occasion to use them. also if you can’t tell, like i just mentioned i am a whore for the 2015 cinderella movie and had to include some moments hehehe))) +++ i’ve included one of the 2 prompts, bold + italicized. i’ve obviously changed a few words to make it fit the story.

It’s the morning of the ball, and you’re a bundle of nerves and excitement. May surprised you by giving you the entire day off from the bakery, insisting that you deserved to relax and take your time getting ready. She offers Peter the day off too, and he’s more than happy to take the day off even though he only needs 10 minutes to get ready.

You’ve been up less than an hour when there’s a knock at the front door. As you open it, you’re surprised to see Pepper, and behind her stands Clint and Sam, working together to carry a rather large garment bag. Pepper explains that she just wanted to personally drop off the dress, and that she came early that way if she needs to do any last minute altering, there’ll be enough time. You step aside to let everyone in, and gesture to the mountains of food on the kitchen counter.

May had woken up before you and Peter, and decided to use the rest of the fresh eggs that a neighbor had given you all before they went bad. She apparently wanted to use a lot of the other ingredients too because on the counter sat plates of eggs, pancakes, waffles, and bacon.

You asked if anyone was hungry, and Sam and Clint eagerly dove in, saying you wouldn’t need to worry about any of it going to waste. Once they’re settled at the dining table with plates of food and cups of coffee, you show Pepper to your bedroom so that you can try on the dress.

When it’s on and you look at yourself in the mirror for the first time, you feel like a princess. You haven’t worn anything this nice, and you still can’t believe that it’s made for you. Pepper is relieved to see that no last minute arrangements need to be made, and says that she knows you’ll be the most beautiful one tonight.

Before Pepper, Sam, and Clint leave, Sam lets you know that you don’t have to worry about getting to the palace this evening. “Prince James has arranged for a carriage to pick you all up.”

The day goes by agonizingly slow. You and Peter end up spending the day doing basically nothing.

Then around 5, an unexpected knock on the door brings more company. A man and woman greet you with smiles and hugs, introducing themselves as Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Pietro explains that they often work with Pepper Potts, and that they’re basically the stylists for the palace. When you’re still a little confused on exactly what they’re there for, and when you’re told that they’ve arrived to help you get ready, you still can’t believe this is your life right now.

Pietro and Peter stay in the living room as you and Wanda go to your room, and she helps you into your dress. Wanda is giddy with excitement as she steps back to take a look at you. When you thank her for helping you, and say that you’ve never done anything like this, it almost brings tears to her eyes.

She calls Peter and Pietro into the room, now she says the fun really begins. Peter sits on your bed, and you all talk and trade funny stories as Pietro works on your hair and Wanda does your makeup.

At 6pm, May and Ben come home after closing the bakery early. Wanda insists on doing May’s makeup too, and by 6:30 you’re all finished and ready to leave for the ball. Before the twins leave to head back to the palace, you thank them again, admitting that you’ve never felt more beautiful.

“You’ll be the most beautiful princess at the dance,” Pietro kisses your hand. Wanda has to drag her brother away, whispering and joking that he can’t flirt with you or Prince James might have his head.

At exactly 6:45, a beautiful golden carriage arrives. You and Peter sit next to each other, May and Ben on the other side. The carriage moves slowly but it’s such a short distance that you still arrive at the palace in less than 10 minutes. As you walk up the steps and are led through the palace, you’re in awe. You thought everything looked amazing just on any normal day, but this is something else. Everything seems to have been transformed, the chandeliers have been replaced with bigger and more extravagant ones just for tonight, flower arrangements have been placed everywhere, and when you enter the ballroom, you swear you’ve entered some magic universe.

In the very beginning, you, Peter, May, and Ben pretty much just stand together as you all nervously look around the room.

You’re approached by a few different people who compliment your dress. One of the girls, who introduces herself as MJ, seems to have caught Peter’s eye. When she leaves and resumes talking to her friends, you encourage Peter to go over and talk to her.

Suddenly from the top of the staircase, a voice calls out. Before you even look up, you recognize Thor. “Introducing the royal family, Her Majesty Queen Winnifred Barnes, His Royal Highness Prince James Barnes, Her Royal Highness Princess Rebecca Barnes.”

They appear at the top of the staircase, Queen Winnifred walking down first, and her children following behind. Just before Bucky reaches the bottom of the steps, you make eye contact and he freezes. You’ve taken his breath away.

(((this is the collage of dresses i mentioned earlier. i initially pictured cinderella’s dress (top left), but included some others as well in case that isn’t your taste. and if you hate them all, picture whatever you like!)))

Before he can make his way over to you, Thor makes another announcement, letting everyone know that the first dance will begin in just a few minutes, and if everyone could please find a partner.

From the corner of your eye, you see Peter take MJ’s hand, and nearly squeal with delight. When he looks over at you, you clap and give him a not-at-all discreet thumbs up as payback for all the times he did that to you. He shakes his head, but has a big grin on his face.

A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around, and you’re stunned at the sight of Bucky right in front of you.

“May I have this dance?” he bows, holding out his hand. You curtsy and smile, allowing him to lead you amongst the crowd.

You assume it’s because he’s the prince, that the crowd parts effortlessly as you walk through. Soon, you’re in the middle of the ballroom. The music begins and it’s as if everyone else disappears. In this moment, it’s only you and Bucky.

The song ends way too quickly, but before you can step back, he tightens his hold on you and pulls you closer, whispering in your ear as he asks for another dance.

As he twirls you around the room, you notice that whenever you get near anybody, they usually pause to look at you. You’re suddenly feeling self conscious. “Prince James, everyone is looking at you.”

“No, doll, they’re all looking at you.”

You end up dancing together for a few more songs, and before the next one begins, a tap on his shoulder forces you both to stop. You’re surprised to see Becca, who simply takes your hand and begins leading you away. When Bucky follows and asks where you think you’re going, she just smiles and says “if you’ll excuse us”.

When the next song finally does start, you and Becca begin to dance together. “I don’t even care how many people are staring right now,” she laughs, “I had a feeling that if I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t get to talk to you all night. My brother would definitely hog you.”

The 2 of you spend just as much time gossiping and catching up with each other, as you do actually dancing, and by the end of the song you’re both laughing so hard that you have tears. She’s just finished telling you about the time her and Bucky grabbed mattresses and slid down the main staircases of the palace, when the song ends. You hadn’t even noticed that she’d slowly been leading you back to Bucky.

“Calm down,” Becca shakes her head, “it was only one dance, and we had many things to discuss. She’s all yours now dear brother.” You hug each other goodbye, and promise to come to the palace soon for that sleepover.

Bucky apologizes as he resumes dancing with you once again, saying he hopes she didn’t scare you too much.

“Not at all, in fact I think I may have a new favorite Barnes siblings,” the shock in Bucky’s face causes you to laugh again, and he mumbles something like well I’ll just have to do something about that.

After one more song, Bucky asks if he can steal you away from all the dancing. When you excitedly say yes, he takes your hand and leads you out to the garden. You’re amazed to see that even the garden, where there are no guests, has been heavily transformed as well. Fairy lights are strung everywhere, acting as lighted pathways.

The 2 of you wander aimlessly, and you try to ignore those butterflies once again when you realize that he’s still holding your hand. But then you decide screw it, butterflies be damned. You pause, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Thank you for tonight, Bucky, I’ve loved every minute.”

Bucky suddenly gets this look in his eyes, and you can’t quite describe it, though you know that you’re feeling the exact same thing. He pulls you closer and puts a hand on either side of your face, and you know what he’s silently asking.

The kiss is everything that you thought it would be, and more. When you pull apart after a moment, neither of you remember the last time you’ve felt this happy.

As you begin walking again, you remember something that Becca mentioned earlier. “Your sister seems very worried about you, but she didn’t say why. Are you alright?”

“I’m sure she’s referring to me being crowned king in six months time,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

You nod in understanding. May was just talking about that the other day, saying she wonders what’ll happen because Queen Winnifred had just publicly announced her decision to step down as queen before the year came to an end.

When you look back up at Bucky, you see tears forming in his eyes. When they fall, you wipe them away, leaving one hand on his cheek. He leans in to your touch, letting out a soft sigh. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… it’s all so much pressure. My father was the best man I knew, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it all without him here to guide me. How am I meant to lead? Everywhere I go I see his face, and the whole kingdom is asking who is going to be the next ruler. I don’t know if that’s me. I know that it has to be, but… I just… I don’t know.”

“James,” you whisper, and he can’t help but smile at that. To everyone else he’s only ever Prince James, or Bucky / Buck. His father was the only one to ever just call him James, and he forgot how much he missed hearing it. “You’re kind to people, and in the time I’ve spent with you, I’ve seen how caring you are. There’s no doubt in my mind, you will be a great king.”

He leans down, pulling you closer. Your foreheads are touching, and he opens his mouth to ask for another kiss, when a shout forces the 2 of you apart.

You both turn to see a man and a woman quickly approaching. She sneers at you, introducing herself as Margaret Carter, and the man next to her as Brock Rumlow. It’s clear something is wrong, and your suspicions are confirmed when Margaret turns to Bucky and says something that you hoped would stay a secret forever.

“Has your little commoner friend told you that she’s associated with King Laufeyson?”

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aidaran-alha · 24 days

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Chapters: 30/35 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men: First Class (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Raven | Mystique, Peggy Carter, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Victor Creed, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Howard Stark, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Cecilia Reyes (X-Men), Armando Muñoz, Logan (X-Men)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post WW2, Teenagers, Teen Angst, Psychological Trauma, Experimentation, Friendship, Judaism, plot heavy, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Period Typical Attitudes, Discovering Powers, Growing Up, Developing Friendships, Slow Burn, Some dark themes, a lot of Yiddish, mostly because Erik curses a lot, Feels, Self-Doubt, Dissociation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Period Typical Bigotry, Eventual Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, No Major Character Death

Summary:

The year is 1949. A young Charles Xavier begs Peggy Carter to save his sister's life, and soon he finds himself trapped inside a secret base with a boy who can manipulate metal and insists that they both have powers.

A very well documented story about growing up, trauma, found family, defying societal norms, and changing the world. ---

"How... are those magnets? Do you have some magnets in your pockets?" Charles hovered over him, looking for the trick.

"I am the magnet." The boy smiled wolfishly at him. "You can understand me?"

Erik was a welcomed distraction, and God knew the only friend he had was his sister. At least if this boy was a figment of his imagination, the one he conjured up for himself was his age, and interested in talking to him. "Are you an agent? What do you mean by being a magnet? I... of course I understand you. How old are you?"

"I'm 16. No, I'm not an agent. I'm their project. Their pet." He smirked brightly and dangerously as he let the coin float up from his hand and then through the air, up near the lights. "As I said, I don't need magnets. I'm unique."

"How so?" He suspected, but he needed to hear it. He needed to believe his sister was not the only one in the world. "And sometimes kids acted as agents, I read about it. In Germany..." He cut short his babble as he caught the other boy's expression and experienced a wave of red-hot anger hit him. For an imagined power, it certainly picked up some very strong vibes from Erik.

"Trust me, I know all about Germany and kids." The taller boy cut him off, voice sharp as he rolled his sleeve up, the coin flying off and hitting the wall with a sharp clunk. He showed Charles the numbers on his forearm and pulled his shirt down, sneering a bit. "And I wouldn't put using children past some of the men here. But no, I'm not a soldier. I'm a project."

"Did they give you powers? I... I'm Charles, by the way. My sister is Raven. She's... well, she's blue."

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jackiequick · 11 months

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Friends over the years [Agent Carter fic]

Pairing: Jason Grey Underwood and Howard J. Stark

Summary: A friendship that goes beyond a average kinda bond. They loved each other like brothers, treat one another like friends, respected their relationship like a pair of lovers. Sadly it goes downhill due to a stupid painful argument…

Romantic or Platonic Relationship

Fandom: Marvel, Agent Carter

Spoilers for Agent Carter season 1 & season 2. A bit of Iron Man 2.

Warning: Fluff, angst, mention of treason and one side conversations

Characters shown/mentioned: Peggy Carter, Maria Stark, Nurse Violet, Edwin Jarvis, Ana Jarvis, Daniel Sousa, Tony Stark, Hank Pym, Dr. Jason Wilkes, and SHIELD in general.

Note: Glen Powell played Hangman, my HC is that Hangman is BI so will be Jason haha

—

It started out to tender so sweet then they got me smoking out the window…

“What’s your name, champ?” Said Stark with a classic charming grin, holding out his hand.

“Jason, Mr. Stark.” I replied shaking his hand with a politic accent and smile to go along with it.

“Mr. Stark? Call me Howard everyone does! What brings you by?”

“Uh, Peg said you have new pairs of gun for me?”

“Ah, Peg sent you! Well your in luck pal, cause I have the perfect hand held guns made just today. Better than ones I manufactured back in 42’ I’ll tell you that much.”

“Anything is fine, Howard. As long as it last me up to more than 50 hours a bullet, I’ll be doing just fine.”

“Your my type of man, Jay! Can I call you, Jay or JJ?”

I chuckled, “Of course you can.”

~~~

He walked and talked about everything, “Great! You seem familiar, have we met before?”

I chuckled once again, “Actually we have, a charity in the park back in 43’.”

“Don’t remember.” He shrugged.

I sighed, “You were wearing a cherry brown tie and a freshly tailored suit.”

“Ah yes, now I remember! I was looking snazzy in that suit, I remember bringing home a lovely lady that very evening. She was Italian and the champagne was devilishly delicious—”

“Howard!”

“What?”

“Focus.”

“Yeah, right! You were saying.”

“I’m here because I’m working with the SSR on a case involving Dorothy Underwood and a Russian therapist who framed you and your weaponry.”

“Ah yes! I invent stuff but I always make sure what I’m doing correctly, what do you got?”

“Easy, we’re tracking them down for each movement. I know where Dorothy is and Peggy is tracking her down while The stupid Russian therapist is currently at SSR headquarters. Before anything gets messy, do you have any relations to any of those two?”

“Uhhh no? I met a lot of people how do you expect me to stay on track with that. I’m a busy man, JJ.”

~~~~

It took time but he started to connect the dots on how he was related to Dorothy Underwood’s case, then we were on the roll. After what felt like hours with Howard, Peggy and Jarvis we were able to settle down on a plan. Howard was used as bate to lure our bad guys out while Daniel, Jack, Peggy, Jarvis and I were ready to attack. Quickly Howard was kidnapped by them as we raced after him. Once we arrived Howard was flying a plane straight headed near the New York City Harbor as he being mind control by the therapist to his practical deathbed!

Daniel, Jack and I instructed Jarvis to fly the plane as we kept marched up to track down the threats. Peggy was fighting Dottie while all of this was happening, I swear i was getting a headache sooner or later from all of this. Thankfully the day was saved, Howard was brought back to the ground, Jack and Daniel returned back to work and Peggy was giving a seat nearby the stakeholders at the SSR allowing herself to get a more flexible job.

A week later, I headed over to Howard to discuss moving out to LA since it cleared up to see that my sister, Dottie, wasn’t gonna be a huge problem anytime soon. There was always crime to be solved in LA especially after Daniel Sousa offered be a positive choice there, why not take the offer and run with it? So I did!

-//-

-> In Los Angeles, everything felt pretty cool! Howard’s penthouse and other living corners were very much a good fit for me. Breakfast in the morning next to the poolside, a nice walk in the park. Heading to set for movies we’ve decided to film together and afterwards in the afternoon, I spent hours at the SSR for detective and paperwork duties ordered by my friend, now Chef Sousa.

“Morning, handsome.” Howard teased coming up from his workshop, grinning and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“What have i told you about late night in your workshop?” I replied taking a bite of my toast and taking a sip of coffee.

“Uhhh don’t do it?”

“Exactly! I swear I’m one of the reasons you’re still alive today.”

“Heyyy! You love me!”

“Never said I didn’t, hot stuff.”

I stood up and walked over to the kitchen island, standing next to Howard ruffling his hair a bit with a smile. Howard smiled and being his usual flirty self. It results in a laugh and a eye roll.

He moved closed and joked yelling, “Quit it!”

“Be good today.” I joked back sending a charming wink to him, as I walked out grabbing his jacket.

It was good. Real good.

Until it wasn’t.

Sadly, that same week I crashed my car during a horrible lightning storm driving around the countryside of LA to see Peggy and our friends for a unsuspecting case. The weather got chiller and air became thicker as all time froze up, leading me gasp for air after being unconscious for 20 minutes straight.

I was fine and arrived back home with a few cuts in bruises leading to, Nurse Violet, to help patch me up as we all discussed the crime rate activity in LA with the group. I fell for this woman hard. A gentle soul.

-> During the invading investigation which lets everybody working and spending in Howard’s lab for answer on Miss Froster connection to Zero Matter.

Jason was calculating a design for a machine to cover up and consent the rest of issue, especially involving their new friend, Dr. Wilkes, who joked how much Jason and Howard seemed to care each other. The respect they had for one another. He joked back with a shrug saying that Howard was his idiot in more ways than one, at that same time Jason felt a heatwave climb up his jacket and slightly dizzy.

Howard and Peggy noticed and rushed over, lifting Jason off the ground before he fell back. He insisted he was fine but he was tired and overwhelmed, Peggy remember that Jason didn’t even bother to go to hospital after accident.

Jason was given a opportunity for plenty of examinations and refused to say on bed rest that night, until Peggy practically threatened him to do so. Jason was examined again and again, even got a cast on his sprained ankle. But nothing crazy happened and the results came down to a small fever.

Nurse Violet and Ana took care of him that the next few days. Jason would admit he was eternally grateful for that, especially for Violet since she was sassy angel gifted to be by their side. He took his shot and asked her out on a date, but she told him to wait for that time to come. It was a small promise that was made.

Thankfully it was fine and the fever went away, they all assumed it was side effects from the accident, the stress from the case and work in general. And it was.

—-

Everyone got back to work and weeks went by, months along the way Ms Frost was put away behind bars and Dr. Wilkes was offered a job at the SSR.

One morning after having a moment to actually catch their breath after all that chaos, Howard appeared next to Jason nearby the pool of their house, handing him a beer.

“Thank you.” Jason repiled, taking a sip with a smile, “You alright? A penny for your thoughts?”

“Y-yeah. Just thinking about the future.” He replied with a playfully nudge.

“You’re film? You’re gonna make that happened with Frost public?”

“Maybe? I mean no! Well not that worse idea. I can win an award winning director for that. Can you imagine?!”

“Howard. Focus.”

“Right sorry! I was thinking a bit more closer to the present. Everyone deserves a bit of normal after everything right?”

“Of course they do. But maybe we shouldn’t settle for normal life, domestic romanized life maybe.”

Jason met Howard’s dark brown eyes, and he felt like he was lost for words, in the sweet warm of it all. Damn Jason wanted to test the water and try something a little different. Howard met his eyes seeing a life with him, deep down a part of always smiled knowing shining light in them. Damn Howard could tease the waters with him, he liked his women and men, especially this one. They moved closer to one another with soft grins laced on their faces laughing at the fact how silly they are being about this whole thing.

“What’cha thinking, Howard?” Jason asked with a tease in his voice, “I know that look. Very well.”

It was rare to see Howard this silly, vulnerable and honest. Only ever him and Peggy seen it.

“How much almost I lost you and our friends two weeks ago? I can’t live with myself if I did. I just can’t, JJ!” Howard admitted to him with a sigh and smiles, “Look at me? What am I doing?”

“You’re being honest with me. Your one of my best friends, Howard Stark, maybe even more than that. You will never lose me..I hope?” Jason replied with a chuckle.

Howard joked with a smirk, “Is this the part of the film where the guy kisses the girl?”

“Or so I’m girl in the scenario huh?” Jason joked back with a smirk.

“Well if you insist.”

“Hey wait-!”

Before neither one of them to say a word or even finished that very sentence, Howard leaned in and placed his lips onto his best friend tasting the liquid gold from the beer. Jason chuckled honestly didn’t care who say, locking lips tasting the tequila shots from earlier with him cupping his chin.

They were rather tipsy but won’t admit it. The two stayed like that for a little while, sparking a sweet open love and tender laughter from how ridiculously fun it was.

The two friends knew that the kiss meant nothing, it was just a fun thing of accidental attraction. They laughed about it. They’re young! Besides what’s friendship if you can’t experience and experiment things together?

——

Over the months, Howard and Jason did almost everything together. It was a very casual thing the two had together, but they cared about one another much. It was a rather open friendship, they dated and talked about who exactly decided to be their lucky ladies. Jason started finally dating Nurse Violet and was admiring their blooming romance.

You could’ve sworn they were like an two old friends or even, old married couple.

But that award went to Maria Stark and her loverboy Howard. Maria, Jason and Howard were a young trio within itself, noticing everything that happened. Along with Peggy, Jarvis and the rest of their friends. Matter a fact, it was Maria and Ana that pointed that Jason’s slight deep wrinkles that were previously made from the smile lines were fading gone and the effectiveness of the curious blew up. As they realized that it seemed over the last few months the aging process stopped completely for him.

Howard, Daniel. and Peggy worked long enough to figure out a way to seek what happened to him. They spend months doing tests, case films and files, examining his every single movement and reading books for answers. But nothing came up, Jason believed it was a giant mistake, a curse that happened due to the lack of caution he reflected on not having.

Maria reassured him that it wasn’t his fault, they couldn’t have known for this to happen. Peggy agreed knowing that they didn’t knowledge this beforehand as Howard was deep into a book, who trying to figure out what went wrong with his equipment and such, agreed.

~~~~

One night Jason felt defeated and went home to tell his girlfriend, Violet, what pained him.

“Honey, I’m sorry, so sorry. You don’t deserve me..” He said standing in the middle of the living room.

“What do you mean?” She replies knowing what happened, cupping his hands.

He kissed her hand gently and replied, “You deserves somebody who can grow old enough with you. I can’t give you that..”

She nodded looking at him with love in her eyes, “Hey sugar, I know it’s bad for us right now.”

“I don’t want to be a burden on you and have you wake up one day regretting your decision to be with me..”

“Then I’ll love you for as long as you’ll have me..”

Jason smiled softy and didn’t hesitate to lock lips with the woman he loved dearly. That moment he knew, Violet Bolger, would be his girlfriend for as long as they’ll have each other.

—> However being the loyal man he always tried to be and knowing how much he loved Violet, a two and a half years later, he let her go. Their relationship was slowly dying out, he didn’t want to a burden who was holding his sweet girl one down. He wanted to see her happy, loved and most importantly an opportunity for a life where she can travel, grow old and make memories with someone even greater than.

Years went by the group slowly grew older but Jason stayed the same way. He didn’t mind it too much, yes it pained him very much to not be able to grow old with his friends, who he considered family, and sometimes being seen as the youngest one. However it is what is! At least he had the support of his family and lovers beside him. Maria and Howard.

And when baby Anthony Edward Stark came along, or Tony for short, let’s just say everyone was happy. Poor Edwin Jarvis though, he had to change diapers. Peggy and Ana were delighted to be aunties. Maria was excited to be a mother and Jason was always wanted to be a uncle. The first two years, Howard was very attentive and on top of things when it came to his son. Bring Tony everywhere and anywhere possible, the days he wasn’t working at SHIELD and in his lab downstairs that is.

When Tony became 3 years old, almost 4 however, that’s when the plane started to take off. Bickering, arguments and feelings just either hurt or ignored. Yes it was normal for couples, or in this case, sorta throuple always fought. Especially this one! Howard was always working more than Jason ever did and Maria was always part time working at the jewelry store she co-owned with a friend of hers. They always made time for one another, especially when it came to their family and friends.

~~~

One afternoon Jason returned home from a long trip on a mission to Las Vegas, Nevada to collect samples of a metallic suspicious bonds and examine that at SHIELD headquarters. He appeared in the front door to hear running of tiny footsteps, followed by much larger ones. The giggles came along with the footsteps made Jason roll his eyes and chuckle.

The tiny footsteps zipped by and before they can reach the living room, Jason caught him. In his arms lay the giggles and yells from the charmer himself, Anthony Stark, his hair was a mess and in his hands held a toy screwdriver.

“Uncle JJ!” Tony yelled finally registering who’s arms he was in and giggling tightly hugging him, “You’re back!”

He laughed hugging his nephew tightly showing him in plenty required tickles for being gone for too long and asked, “Yeah buddy, I’m back home! Now why were you running? You knew the rules.”

“Jar’vis is making me clean my f-feet!”

“What?”

It didn’t register in his mind what his nephew meant until he looked down to see the shoeless feet that rested against his button down, that were covered in dirt. He sighed deeply realizing now that he had to clean up a cheeky little 4 year olds dirty, probably muddy, feet from playing in the backyard without his shoes. He carried the young boy into the bathroom and requested for Jarvis to get him some towels as he washed his feet.

Tony explained what he was doing today after attending dentist appointment that his mother had earlier, which involved him building outside, drawing, watching his favorite cartoons and helping his mother with the dishes. He even slipped out that he accidentally found himself in his father’s workshop just wanting to hang out in there as Howard kicked him out, resulting in Tony hearing his mother and father bickering as he was carried out by Jarvis.

Jason sighed deeply once again and internally groaned in annoyance at what happened today. At this point, it didn’t surprise him at all, with the amount of time they fight it surprises him how Maria, him and Howard still live under one same roof. To be honest, they all walked out of this house more than once, due a argument

Tony pouted and spoke up, “A-are you mad at me?”

“Buddy why would i be mad?” He asked, scrubbing his feet gently.

“Cause..i walked into daddy’s workshop..i know i can not go only if you guys let me.”

“For starters we don’t want you in there unless supervised because it can be dangerous and you can accidentally get hurt.”

“Okay..I’m sorry. A-are you gonna talk to daddy and momma?”

“Well why did you do it in the first place?”

“Be..cause i wanna play with daddy but he too busy for me..he don’t love me anymore..”

“No buddy, don’t say that. Of course he loves you, he’s just gets too caught up with work that’s all.”

“I just wanna play with him, uncle J..”

“I know buddy, i know. You’re father does things for a reason, he just keeps carried away sometimes..”

~~~~~~

Then Tony asks him a question he didn’t expect for the four year old, then again he was smart for his age, but still. The young boy sighed deeply, sometimes he picked up on from seeing his uncles and aunties doing a lot. Tony asked, “A-are you love, JJ?”

“What?” He asked with a soft smile, adding some more now to his feet.

“Are you love? Momma says that you don’t date anymore..and that you love her and daddy more.”

“Well buddy, i do love them both very much. With all my heart. As for dating, uh it’s hard for your uncle to find himself a girlfriend with work and no one wants to date someone with crazy dance moves..”

Tony giggled at that and yelled, “You do dance funny!”

“You see! Auntie Ana says i dance like a chicken.” Jason replies chuckling, drying off his feet now.

“You dance like a funny chicken who ate too much candy!”

“A chicken on a sugar high?”

“Yes!”

The two laughed, smiling. Yes there was truth to that part to what his uncle told him about not dating, was that he didn’t age and rather not live a life with somebody who can, but Tony doesn’t need to know the whole truth just yet. He was still a child.

Jason place a fresh pair on shoes, thanks to Jarvis, onto Tony’s little feet as he said, “You see! If i went on dates every night I wouldn’t have time to talk with you.”

“You are right! No dating, i do not want a date either! Girls are eww!” Tony replies giggling, walking down the hallways following Jarvis and his uncle downstairs. That resulted in both men to roll their eyes and laugh at the young boys words.

The three of them found Ana and Maria serving lunch greeting the women, as Howard came, slightly late, upstairs to eat with them. It was good, real good for a while. The rest of the day was just fine, per say.

————

However it soon got to a point where the tension ran high the next few months and possibly even years. The water to the cup started to soon overflow, but Jason kept quiet, it wasn’t his place to talk about certain things. He knew his limits and where he stands, but sometimes it annoyed him. It made him question everything he ever knew…

He noticed how Howard and Maria changed perspective on certain things, Maria got more annoyed about things and Howard kept acting like everything was fine. When clearly he was ignoring stuff around the house and even his son. If those was thing that made Jason’s blood boil was something that involved his friends and family, especially his young nephew who didn’t know any better.

One Wednesday afternoon, he had enough of this bullshit. He knew Maria wouldn’t say anything about it and handles everything her own way, but he wasn’t her. Jason stormed into the lab downstairs that now held so much stuff, it looked like a madhouse in there. No wonder why Jarvis always complains about Howard’s messes!

Howard was working on a few equations and running his fingers across some equipment he’s building to showcase Hank Pym later that week. He didn’t even hear the door shut or the fact that there were rough clapping of footsteps followed up within seconds. He heard a simple ‘can we talk? Now.’ And he only received a half nod in return.

Jason tapped his foot onto the floor, with his arms crossed and waited for his friend to stop what he doing to stand up straight and look at her.

“What?” Howard asked removing his sunglasses and runs his fingers across his hair, “If it’s that i forgot to pick up the presents for Ana’s birthday and forgot to pick up Tony from school, I’m sorry.”

“I-ahhh, that’s not it!” He replied, pinching the bridge of his noses knowing how much a idiot he is, “Actually this is about Tony.”

“Is something wrong with him?”

“Yeah, he’s not being treated fairly by you.”

“W-w-wh-what?!”

He scoffed, “Howard you’re more focused on your work than your own family! You’re overworking yourself and literally kick out your poor son whenever you get the chance.”

“HEY! Everything i do is for my son, you know that!” Howard remarked pointing a finger at him, “To give me a future i never had!”

“I know that!”

“So just let in work in peace, huh? You don’t understand what I’m doing here.”

“Oh really? Yeah of course, the futurist everybody! The last few years you have been so disconnected from everything. You barely go on date nights anymore with Maria or watch the stars with her, you don’t give Tony a bedtime story anymore and you just said it yourself—you forgot to pick him up at school!”

“It was a accident. Am i not allowed to make accidents as a parent huh? Everything i do is for my kid.”

“You just said that and i know. But Howard..” Jason sighed, “Tony doesn’t need any of this, he just needs you. You’re time and energy, that charming smile of yours to shower him in love! Not you working night and day, over and over again where you can’t breath or take a second of your time to relax with us. You’re forgetting sight of who you are!”

Howard growled, “Don’t! Don’t tell me how to raise my son, Jason. He’s not your kid, he’s mine! You’re just his uncle. As for Maria, you don’t need to defend her here, if she has a problem with me then she should just tell me herself!”

“That’s because she’s doesn’t care anymore! I’ve seen that women fight with you over and over again, to the point where she just accepted that, that’s the way you are now.”

“Yes I’ve changed JJ! People are allowed to change, that’s part of human evolution.”

Jason paced back and forth, turning around hearing Howard’s long winded speech about evolution and change. Howard leaned against his desk scoffing and dryly laughing, “You’re hilarious. This is all some joke to you right?”

“I—what did you just say to me?” Jason stopped and whipped his face toward him.

“This is a joke to you. You believe that your right here and I’m wrong, Jason. Just because you live here with us and know how this works, you think your right here.”

“BECAUSE I AM HOWARD! When was the last time you got out of here, huh? When was the last time you told Tony ‘I love you’ or took time to take Maria’s dancing or go bowling with me? Ever seen you started SHIELD, you’ve been noticing but a consuming jerk!”

“Is that really what you think of me? A jerk?! You don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand?!”

“Yes!”

“You weren’t acting one in the beginning, but the months and years after, yes you have become a bit of a jerk. One day you’re gonna regret what you’ve done.”

“I won’t.”

“You will!”

~~~

Both men were furious at this point, they have been yelling loudly and screaming for more than an hour, bringing up moments from their past. Some stuff was even throw on the floor at this point. That fire due to the years of love, the friendship and the curiosity was going out..or maybe the fire was already gone?

Howard grunted, “I’ve done nothing much work my ass off and made sure to investigate and invent things to make the world a better place. I’m doing what i think is right here! You just don’t see it!”

Jason scoffed, “Yeah and the world has hated you and thanked you for it! Must i remind me about what happened in 56’? Or in 46’, when you were committed for treason for holding glorified weapons and the whole state was after your ass? And we had to save yo—”

“Don’t finished that sentence. What do you want me to do, huh? Give me my lives work? I’m a inventor, if I don’t invent something or work my ass off, i will probably explode. I-is that what you want? What are you gonna do if i do continue this lifestyle? Leave me?”

“If i could i would take Maria and Tony somewhere else, away from you for a while, I would. But we both you would sent the best lawyers possible and god knows what after me, so I won’t. I won’t do that to you..or them.”

“Ah, you know me so well. And i know you..”

“You do and i love you for everything you do. But this…I can’t!”

“Jason..I can’t change what i do Jason, you know that! I just can’t. I’ve come so far and you just don’t see it.”

“Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“You’re playing the pity card again. You don’t think Maria, Peggy, Jarvis and I don’t see it? We do! Hell, Tony see it!”

“So why don’t you let me do it? Leave me alone to do my work! I’m trying here. Look what at I’ve made and I can’t stop it now.”

“Yes you can!.”

“No, I can’t!”

“Look, I’m not exactly asking you to leave everything behind. But understand this, I rather you show Tony this world of yours, instead of shutting him out! All of us out. Take a break or..”

“Or what?”

“Or you’re gonna lose the people you care for the most…you know what? What’s the point? I can’t do this...”

~~~

The next words that escape Howard Stark’s lips came out of pure anger and annoyance, “Do what? You’re gonna leave me? If so, get out. You clearly don’t want to be here anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Jason replied with slight shock in her tone and blinked a few times.

“Yes i do. You don’t need to be here unless you don’t want to.”

“Howard stop it. Listen to what you’re saying! I care about this family too much to see it fall apart.”

“This is my family! Not yours. You don’t get the final word, i do.”

“You don’t listen, do you?”

“Enough Jason! Get out.”

“You’re gonna regret this! Don’t come complaining to me when you’re son hates you.”

“Get out! There’s the door.”

~~~~

If there one thing Jason Underwood was and that was persistent, so before he left. He said, “When are you gonna realized your greatest creation isn’t those weapons you made or SHIELD or anything related to that, it’s your legacy. Your son!”

“I’m not gonna ask again. Please go..I don’t ever want to see you again.” Howard said with a pissed off sigh, blinking a few times.

Those last words hit Howard hard, as he stood up finding one of his older cameras and place it securely on the tripod with a half smile.

One of his friends, the man he once called a love in his life, the uncle to his only son and supporter walked out of that door without a second chance to help his case. Howard sighed deeply with his head in his hands. He was angry, tired, and annoyed. A part of him knew that his friend was right. He’s a workaholic man with no respect or anything like that for other people, depending on the situation. Always focused on the world’s future, but not sure on the future he set for his family. His only concern was Tony and Maria. His greatest creation being his son.

Without a question later, he turned on the camera and started to film himself, try to speak again like the focused, honest and vulnerable man he tended to be. He decided on leaving his door open just in case his wife called or anyone walked in in general.

Meanwhile Jason was packing his overnight bag for possible a two day stay at Jarvis house. He already had a house in Miami but he was only willing to stay with Edwin and Ana for a couple of days to get himself straightened out before leaving for good. Maria tried to convince him to stay, even if a part of her agreed with her husband instead

But his mind was already set on leaving and possibly visit in the future. Jason ripped out a sheet of paper from his notebook and wrote a note to his nephew, one to Maria, as well as one to Howard. He played them secretly onto in places where they knew they’ll find them one day in life. To say Jason was hurt like this was a understatement, breaking up with a girlfriend was one thing but with your friend of almost 20 years or more.

All he wanted to do was save something in this family of theirs, but knew he couldn’t. And that’s what pained him, he wanted to scream and possibly cry, maybe even let out cloud of smoke out the window.

The men may have been on separate grounds of the house, pissed off and hurt from their two hour argument with one another, but they knew one thing. They still somehow had respect, admiration and compassion for each other, no matter how much hatred and annoyance came from that. A part of them knew it.

——

Over the months and years, their friendship grew sadly apart. Their friends knew it. And what made it more interesting is that they still saw each other, weather they liked it or not. At work, parties, gatherings, birthdays, graduations, a ceremony for some special they were invited to.

Howard would always being pushed to speak to Jason and vise versa, only ending up in small talk between the pair, then walking off to speak to other people. They would be found speak to family members but not one another, Howard even though of not allowing Tony nearby to his uncle for too long, would be better during those events.

It was plainly stupid on both of their parts, but they both had their rights to be angry and bitter. It hurts.

Jason always wanted and most importantly, tried to explain to Howard the situation, hopes for his forgiveness after that nightmare of a week. But Howard’s huge ego, witty jokes, stubbornness and willingness to hold a grudge never let him see the light…

—//—

I hope you all enjoyed this story. It was a long and a interesting one to write. Remember to like, comment and share

This was an AU tales of two friends I wrote a long time ago before the whole MCU x Agent Carter fic thing

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Breach Of Contract: Part 3

Was he truly in a daze? Was he so far in his head while staring at the captured images of a falsified to not hear the way Peggy was addressing her and his interns over the phone?

Was he so far in his tract of self-denial that he could have turned a deaf ear to the way she screeched? Or was Steve just tone deaf?

Had he become so accustomed to the way Peggy Carter had spoken to her staff in the confines of a private dwelling that he had been unable to pull his attention away from the staged photographs of his marriage.

It wasn’t anything he had wanted when he had begun his political career, when he had first set out to be part of the change, to try and make the city, county and state a better place, and now the country, however, there was always a twist to the attempts made. There was always some underhanded trade-off for power and influence, for the right connections.

Peggy Carter was beautiful, it was no word of life and Steve had certainly fallen for the confident woman who had offered more connections than he could have made on his own. It had, at least for him, started as genuine want and love.

He was devoted and he wanted to be the kind of husband that she deserved, which in turn could have made him blinder to the truth behind her choosing to say yes to him.

Was it merely the reputation she would earn that had kept her with him? Was it the power that came with being a governor or senator’s wife, that she was chasing? Or was it the status and the attention from the media, the opportunity to be in headlines that had driven her?

Whatever it had been, whatever had driven her to agree to marry Steve, there was a vast difference in their emotional connectivity and admittance of affection.

Steve had once longed for Peggy, he had once burned for her when they had first started their marriage and it felt good. He was well on his way to gaining traction in the state, he was well on his way to being an influential politician that people could stand behind.

He was a man who could have changed the way the world around him functioned and that was his intent for the rest of society. He had wanted to be a kind of change, he wanted to be a man who could influence the world for the better.

He was on the track to getting what he had wanted most in life, with a beautiful wife and a thriving career, and as he looked forward to a future with children, the first of his wants and dreams had become dashed. Peggy had confessed to Steve after months of trying to kids that she was infertile.

She had always been infertile, and she never thought to tell him. It was a blow, a painful seeded jab, but Steve was not the kind of man to leave his wife because of an ailment that she could not help. Steve wasn’t going to leave Peggy because there was no chance they could have biological children of their own. There was a chance for adoption, foster care or even coming to terms without children.

“You are incompetent and lazy. You are the stupidest person I have ever met.” Steve had only been pulled from the haze he was in when he had heard Peggy’s voice and the snide edge as she berated the interns on the other line.

Steve had turned from the staged photographs that were doctored to look as if they were natural and as if they were truly in love, and faced Peggy as she stalked around the barely used kitchen towards her bag resting on the spotless marble countertop. She was cold as she usually was, irrevocably angered by some inconvenience that had unsettled her.

“You can’t go around intimidating my interns, Peggy. I won’t let you.” Steve had followed her, scolding her with little hope that she would give a damn. “You can’t speak to them like that, they’re young college kids.”

“Won’t let me?” Her voice rises and her red painted nails dig into the material of her fitted pants. “Won’t let me? I can talk to whoever I want how I want.”

“No,” Steve had already been exasperated when he had started getting ready this morning and it was furthered when he had heard Peggy screaming at interns over the phone, “you won’t. You won’t treat them like that.”

“Steve,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, her twisted brown curls elegantly and perfectly arranged to give her a look of sophistication that was entirely fabricated, “you cannot tell me what to do. Are you forgetting who you’re talking to?”

“I’m talking to a woman who I thought was once elated to be my wife,” Steve had yanked his suit jacket from the back of the chair and draped it over his arm, “but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe elation was simply misconstrued as possession and control.”

“Don’t forget what I have done for you, what my family has done for you. Maybe you should think twice about opening your mouth-“ Her eyes narrowed, her brown eyes flashing with challenges that came from her narcissistic charm.

“You always have the opportunity to leave.” Steve had cut her off, briskly addressing her with a chill to his voice that was a declaration of the state of their relationship and the falsities of their marriage.

It would have been painful to admit, legally, that he and his marriage had completely failed. It would have been a bitter pill, a bitter realization however maybe he could have then had a chance, a second chance, at a marriage. One with someone that was truly wanting of him as he was of them.

“We need this relationship to look good in the eyes of the media,” she started stalking toward him, her arms crossed over her chest, “so do whatever the fuck it takes to get rid of this piety…screw as many hookers or escorts as it takes-“

“Dammit, Peggy!” Steve slammed his hand on the table and raised his voice in aggression. “Is that the only solution you have?! A perfect marriage in public and sexual infidelity in private? Is that what you’re doing with your interns?”

“I can’t get pregnant,” Peggy sneered, “I can screw all the men I want.”

“It’s not about a child! It’s never been about having or not having a child, it’s about being faithful!” Steve sighed when he heard the notification on his phone, the quiet alarm that told him he had to go.

“I want children, Peggy. I’ve always wanted a family, kids of my own.” Steve had sighed, feeling exhausted from the dead relationship. “But I wouldn’t have ever considered casting you aside because you’re infertile.”

“This marriage is dead,” Peggy spoke the truth, honest yet debilitating, “in all confines except in the eyes of the public.”

“I have to go-“

“Find yourself a good girl to fuck, make yourself feel better.” She had smirked at him, her brown eyes that could have been doeful and wondrous had instead been cold and calculating.

There was nothing warm and inviting about her eyes, nothing that had made him stop and want to take stock of the depths. The further he had looked at her, the more ire he had felt for the hands that were on his shoulders directing him and this failure of a marriage.

“Goodbye, Peggy.” Steve had been at a loss for most words and instead of continuing on the path of some kind of argument, Steve had gripped his suit jacket tighter and swiped his keys from the hook.

He had clutched his keys painfully in his left hand as he moved toward the door, knowing that Peggy was watching him as he moved, watching him until the door had closed and Steve was on the exterior of the biggest lie in his life.

He stood on the other side and listened to his phone chime again, a warning that he needed to continue leaving. Steve had rolled his shoulders back and grit his teeth, internalizing everything he couldn’t afford to take with him, and instead chose to leave it where it had laid.

There was nothing beneficial about taking that baggage with him to the office or trying to deal with the public while having that on his shoulders. Steve had learned early on that leaving that weight at the door had been crucial to continuing his career in politics, and now his campaign in the presidential race. It was a hard lesson, it was an egregious deterrent to keep himself in check.

Steve sighed heavily as he opened the driver’s side door of his SUV and sank onto the leather seat, his sit jacket tossed to the passenger’s side. He had remained silent while he closed the door and pushed the start button near the steering wheel, the quiet rumble of the engine as it turned over was the only sound that had broken the silence.

It was only when Steve had gotten ready to drive away from the house, that he had finally broken the lingering silence by turning on the radio to keep his mind focused on something other than the bitter silence that followed him.

The docket that had come late at night, arriving at your doorstep via a ragged intern who was in no way better rested than you were, had contained every form and every ounce of information you would need to continue your internship directly under Senator Rogers. The information in the packet you were given wasn’t obtusely different than the information you had gotten when you worked for the generalized camp in the weeks you had.

There was a higher expectation for what you had worn when you went to the office, seeing as you were going to be closer to the public eye and working directly for the Senator, your wardrobe had officially needed to be more structured than not.

Other than the few requirements to be made presentable in business casual attire, at the very least, there was an added need for non-disclosures that would prevent you from telling anyone about the work on the campaign and what had gone on behind the scenes. There was nothing that you hadn’t heard of or expected, and other than the wardrobe change, there was only one other qualification that had truly changed.

You, as his intern, were going to be spending a lot more time with Steve both in the state and out, following him to the parties and events he would be headlining. And with each different event, would come a shift in wardrobe style if necessary. There was nothing more in the way of twists about your new job with the bonus of higher pay for a more strenuous job.

‘Rogers has a press conference to get ready for. You need to be at the office in an hour.’

You had received a text while yanking out a pair of your nicest dark wash jeans from the back of your drawer, and one of the only blazers you had, tossing both on the bed while rummaging around for a simple shirt to layer underneath.

“They don’t give you much time to adjust, do they?” You muttered under your breath after completing your task of trying to find what you were looking for and given the short amount of time you had to get ready and be at the office you didn’t have enough time to dig further into your closet.

It took you minimal time to get dressed, your task was hurried by the hectic schedule and the time you would have to order an Uber had whittled the time away. You would have cut it close by the time you arrived at the office with narrowly a few minutes to spare.

After you had slipped on your shoes and departed your apartment, you rushed down the stairs and slipped out of your building. You had stood on the steps, debating on getting an Uber or cab, or even attempting to hop on a train, there was a slow stop of a sleek black SUV that had pulled up to the curb. The window of the passenger side had started to roll down and the appearance of Senator Rogers himself had come into your view.

“Y/N!” Senator Rogers had called your name, stirring your suspicion and wonderment. “Do you need a ride? Hop in, I’ll drive you to the office.”

You had been confused by his arrival outside of your building, even more, confused by how he had waved you over to the vehicle. He had seemingly come from nowhere, and while you hadn’t been given direct details about where he and Peggy Carter had lived, you knew for certain that he hadn’t lived anywhere in this area.

“Senator Rogers,” you stepped up to the passengers’ side door and placed your hands against the open window frame, leaning in ever so slightly, “what are you doing here? Seems far off from your usual.”

“You want a ride? Save you a few dollars.” He had offered again, charmingly so, and there was a brief discourse wherein you had thought about the moment you were offered the higher position and the threat from his wife.

Their marriage, as you had seen, was in no small measure good.

“That would be great.” You had finally answered and stepped back, grasping the smooth black handle to open the door, the blast of cool air hitting you wondrously.

It was a relief, a great weight lifted off your shoulders to know you would make it on time, and had vastly outweighed the potential awkwardness of the drive. You had settled yourself in and buckled yourself up after you’d closed the door, spying a familiar sight of four large pastries boxes in the rear driver’s side seat, the red sticker holding it closed.

“Donuts.” You muttered, a sound catching in your throat as you looked over the familiar name etched into the red sticker. “You came all this way for donuts?”

“They’re the best in the city.” Steve had argued without animosity. “I loved them in university.”

“Me too.” You spoke softly, quietly leaning back against the leather seat. “the place has been there for years.”

“You want one? Take one.”

“You’re bribing me, aren’t you? The exchange of Boston Cream donuts for my silence on…” You hesitated to answer, stopping yourself before you carried on.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Steve had immediately apologized on his behalf and for Peggy, although you suspected the latter wouldn’t give a damn, “Peggy and I…everyone struggles in their marriage-“

“You don’t need to explain.” You cut him off, feeling a tendril of awkwardness lingering. “It’s none of my business. I don’t need to know.”

“You can tell, can’t you? That things aren’t good?” Senator Rogers had questioned you, and though this was the first time you had spoken to each other without an audience or in the office, beneath the surface was some genuine easiness that was interwoven with the surmised discomfiture.

“Senator Rogers-“ He had looked at you when he hit a red light, his blue-green eyes revealing far more than you had imagined he wanted to convey, and you had been given a new, and unwanted, scope at the fragility of their marriage.

“Please be honest with me,” you had barely held a conversation, barely managed to speak more than once and yet there was a desperate need for the truth, something that had been hidden from him.

“Yes.” You finally answered with a hitch in your throat. “I can tell things are…bad.”

“Thank you,” Senator Rogers had turned back as the light turned green, a glimmer of relief settling over him, “for your honesty. Thank you for willing to be honest.”

Silence had fallen over the two of you again, silence that was trying and true. There was the gentle and quiet stream of the radio in the background and the shift from music to commercials, everything else was still.

There was nothing more that was going to be said, that could be said, and as the office had come into view, a soft and faint kind of understanding had settled between the two of you.

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The Morally Grey Ch 3: It’s a Pre-Date ~Peggy Carter xFem Scientist!Reader

You get invited by Howard Stark to a scientist society’s presentation. After weeks of not hearing from Peggy, your paths cross and she holds you to a promise.

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Warnings: fluff, little angst, implied nervousness, scandal, teasing, pet names, etc…

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Weeks past since you’d come across the female, British SSR agent who’d changed the course of your life. Or who chose to not change the course of your life, if you wanted to be technical.

The woman hadn’t left your mind since that day… Her memory stayed actively alive in your mind, even as you moved labs (at least the ones that the SSR had discovered), as you got back into the swing of inventing, and as you settled back into your daily, regular life. Your wounds had healed from that day, although you were left with two not so nice scars, one on your temple and one on the cheek.

On one of your just another day days, you received an invitation for a scientist’s society presentation hosted by the one and only Howard Stark. You had met Howard once or twice, and while he was indeed quite smart, you found him far to arrogant, scandalous, and risky for your tastes.

However, the letter said it was presenting a new type of bullet resistant armor, one that was “paper thin”. It peaked your curiosity to say the least… You doubted that he could have something better than what you had been developing, as you were quite certain that Stark didn’t have a material like Vibranium. But you were intrigued nonetheless…

So you found yourself driving up to one of the infamous Stark residences about a week later. You noted that no one seemed to have arrived yet… You were greeted by a man who introduced himself as Mr. Jarvis. He led you through the estate and to the backyard. Now your suspicion grew… And when you entered the backyard, it was confirmed.

There was no invention or presentation. Because in the garden stood only one person… Agent Peggy Carter.

“I apologize for misleading you Ms. L/N…” Peggy immediately apologized, “I needed to find a way to draw you out without leading the SSR to you. The safest way I know to do that was Howard. I wanted to see you, I—”

“It’s alright.” You cut the woman off in her rambling, “And Y/N is fine.”

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Mr. Jarvis said, promptly leaving the garden.

The brunette smiles lightly and nodded.

“Peggy then, I insist.” She said.

You nodded in mutual agreement. The woman then indicated for you and her to sit. You two sat down and took a breath.

“Your wounds seem to be healing nicely…” she noted caringly.

You hummed and nodded in response. The air hung silent.

“Why?” You finally spoke up, “Why did you save me, Peggy…?”

Peggy sighed deeply.

“Like I said that night, you remind me of Howard. Albeit, you are most definitely not as scandalous, but neither you nor Howard belong in jail. You merely operate in a gray zone, which the SSR sometimes fails to understand.” She explained.

“Thank you. Again. I mean it.”

“I know.” She softly spoke with a small smile.

“How have you been…?” You asked the question that had been bugging you since you sat down.

“A lot has happened since I last saw you.” Peggy chuckled with another sigh, “My office dealt with a number of back to back pressing matters, one of which being the scandal of the Stark Trial, which I’m sure you heard about. A lot of it was a matter of life and death… So difficult to ignore. I do apologize for not reaching out earlier.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” You sympathized with the woman.

Peggy hummed in response.

“What about you? What have you been up to?”

“Oh Lots.” You eagerly answered, “Mainly studying and working with Vibranium. Lots of other little side projects.”

“I believe you owe me a little show of those little projects, hmmm…?” Peggy hummed, teasing you lightly.

You blushed lightly and nodded.

“I’-d- would love to…” you stammered.

“Good.” She chuckled with a pleased smile, “How about this next Tuesday at 9?”

“Sounds great…!” You quipped, finding yourself to be a little too excited for a mere show of your current projects…

“Lovely…” Peggy purred, “It’s a Date…”

D-Date…?? Oh God. Yes Please…!!

Your eyes went wide and your mouth went dry. You couldn’t do anything but nod slowly.

“I’ll need the address, that is…” The brunette coaxed you out of your embarrassing trance.

Your head clicked back into reality at her words.

“Oh right…! Umm…” you mused aloud, “Well Mr. Jarvis gave me his card, I can contact him with the information, and then he can contact you…?”

Peggy smiled and nodded enthusiastically at your plan, before standing up and insisting on escorting you back to your car.

“See you soon, Darling…” the brunette purred, as you drove away.

Oh God, this woman was going to be the death of you…

~~~

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or after a year of not speaking Howard stark shows up at the SSR asking for Peggy's help finding some of his stolen gadgets, and rekindles their relationship despite the loss of the others in it.

It’s been a whole year since the war and despite all the plans they made.. They all made, Peggy hasn't so much as heard from Howard outside of the usual scandalous news stories. She was starting to believe he had completely forgotten she existed, that is until… Howard comes walking into SSR, trailed by Rose "ah agent Carter! just the woman I was looking for!" he says, walking right towards her desk.

The others stand up, hands on their guns, staring at him with a look of shock and confusion, as he just strides right into their office.

Carter looks up, "Howard?"

"Good to see you Peg, got any snacks?” he asks, looking through her desk. “I just flew in from London and I'm starved."

"Howard, my desk!" She huffs and smacks his hand a bit.

"Um, Miss Carter.. Is.. Mr S-.. Would you like him escorted out?" Rose asks. Everyone is just watching, not really seeming to know how to react to this intrusion.

"What? Oh, no, he’s no harm," Peggy dismisses.

"Don't worry there isn't anything here I don't already know" Howard waves dismissively, while eating a snack bar he pulled out of Peggy’s LOCKED snack drawer, "anyway peg I need your help, some of my... toys have been stolen and I'm having a small bit of trouble recovering them. You know I'm not really the sleuthing type, and I don't really trust anyone else. Would you help me out?"

Carter blinks a few times, before rubbing the bridge of her nose, this man will be the death of her, "I.. Oh.. Uh.. Let's get lunch."

"Ah good idea. I know this great place only a few blocks from here, got a private room and everything." Howard says, already headed for the door.

"Perfect." She gets up and grabs her bag, the others still staring with wide eyes.

"Oh you won't be missed right? This was rather sudden." Howard asks, turning to look back at her then the others.

“No, they can handle the work on their own." Not like they let her do anything of importance anyway.

"Good," he nods and takes her out

"Do you want to re-explain what you just asked me?" she asks quietly as they walk.

"Ah someone stole some... trinkets from my house, bad ones, and they're selling them on the black market, and I want your help recovering them." Howard reiterates, “I have a vault. ‘Had’ I should say. Sub-basement of my office. Triple-thick, lead-lined. It was where I kept my bad babies.”

“Bad babies?” Carter asks, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Inventions too dangerous for anyone… Even my friends.” Howard explains

“Which begs the question, why invent them at all?”

“I can't help what I think of, but I can damn well control what I sell. At least I could until last month.”

Peggy leans closer “What happened last month?”

“I was in Monaco… with a lovely tax advisor. When I got back, I found a hole under my vault, all the way to the sewer. Somebody cleaned me out. A couple of weeks later my bad babies, they start turning up on the black market.”

“So you've come to me to help get them back, why not just go to the police or something, instead of barging into my office?”

“Oh come on Peg," Howard says rolling his eyes “we both know it would end up in the hands of your office anyway, and I wanted you to lead the case. Plus, it's not too big a jump to see me cutting a hole in my own vault and making some money on the sly. And I knew you wouldn't think that.”

She pauses before sighing, "If anything gets used... Alright. Alright, we need to start quickly. What information do you have?"

"I had Jarvis make you a whole file of all the info for you and your... coworkers... as much as I'd not like them involved, I also don't want to go to jail and if it gets out that they're being sold overseas or anything and I don't stay on top of it I'm screwed."

"Fair enough.. I will make sure this is handled. You just need to keep a clean face."

"Thank you, Peg," he says, clasping her hand in his. “I'll help the best I can as well... should I officially file it or can you handle that?"

"I can handle it." She nods

"Thank you," he says happily.

It's not long after that they arrive at a very high class restaurant, not really a place you go for your lunch break, and certainly not in your work clothes. This thought is only confirmed as they walk into the near empty restaurant. Only a few very well dressed people dotted about the grand dining space.

"oh... Howard, this is a bit much." Peggy protests, the large crystal chandeliers and mirror polished marble floors making her feel very underdressed indeed.

"It's the best place to eat, trust me." He says, just waving to the seating person and leading Peggy to a grand room labeled ‘private dining’ and closing the door behind them.

"It is a real nice change from my normal breaks." Peggy says as she sits down in one of the plush velvet chairs. “Though I'm afraid I'm a bit underdressed for such a place

“Nonsense.” Howard insists “you look amazing! Like always. And it's not like anyone but me and the waitresses can see you. And we don't judge pretty ladies, no matter what they're wearing.”

“Are you trying to charm me, Howard Stark?" Peggy chuckles.

“Maybe, is it working?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Peggy pauses, pretending to consider it. “Maybe” she says with a smile.

“Fabulous,” Howard purrs, giving the waitress a polite head nod as she sets out menus for them.

“Thank you.” Peggy says to the waitress, as she opens the menu to read it over.

“Their filet mignon is amazing,” Howard says, pointing it out on her menu. “They also have fantastic lobster if that's more your style.”

“Oh both of those sound marvelous”

“Then get both. If you can't eat it all you could always bring the rest home.'' Howard says nonchalantly, like that's the only thing she would be concerned with.

“Well, since you're paying, I guess I will.” she says setting the menu down.

It's not long after that their waitress comes back to take their orders. And not long after that they’re brought plates of amazing looking food, lobster drenched in a golden sauce, steak with herb butter, chicken in some sort of mushroom sauce, soups, pineapple fruit bowls, breads, the whole shabang, all plated to look as fancy as possible.

Howard loads up a plate with a little bit of everything. “Here you are” he purrs as he hands her the plate, snatching up some pineapple for himself before starting on his own plate.

The waitress is very attentive while they eat, clearing away plates and refilling their glasses while still giving them privacy, which is rather appreciated as her and Howard catch up. Howard tells her all about the places he's been over the last year, the parties he's been too people he's met, he's been keeping himself busy without her, having flown all over the world not seeming to stay in one place for more than a week. And here she's been, sitting in the ssr covering the phones and sharing her bed with a roommate.

By the time Peggy’s done eating Howard's started in on his latest invention “it could even help you with your spy work, if you'd like to try it out.'' Howard offers, and the promise that he'd have to come back and see her again even after all this stuff is over is… tempting…

“Speaking of my work, I should really be getting back to it.” Peggy says as she stands, dusting herself off

“Oh right yes, I'll walk you back” Howard says also standing

“You don't need to walk me back, I'm perfectly capable.”

“I know you are, Peg, but I want to talk to your boss, and I want to spend more time with you.” Howard says, offering her his arm.

Peggy nods, looping her hand into his arm.

“Please come again!” the hostess calls as they leave.

“We will!” Howard calls back, blowing her a playful kiss.

Howard dips into a bakery on the way back to her office to pick up 2 boxes of donuts “as an apology for breaking in”

When they get back he sets the first box down for the telephone girls then walks Peggy back to her desk "thank you again for your help, oh here's the information I have, feel free to drop by and look at the hole in my floor whenever you like."

She nods, "Alright.. I will get this looked over and see you soon."

"See you Peggy! Don't let me down!" He says, dropping the second box of donuts off in their break room before poking his head into Dooly's office to chat.

"Don't get yourself into more trouble." Peggy calls as Howard heads out.

"Oh I plan on it!" He says as the elevator doors close, and now all eyes are on her.

"So what did he want?" Sousa asks, turning in his chair to look at her.

"You two seemed really… friendly. Didn't take you for that kind of girl Carter." Thompson comments.

She rolls her eyes and busies herself sorting the papers Howard gave her. "Mister Stark has gotten himself into a little.. Predicament with some of his inventions. Someone stole some of them and well, they're not the type that should ever be on the market." she says curtly.

"Ah, and he asked you to handle it? Think he'd want someone who actually knows what they're doing to handle it if it's that critical."

"Hey Carter! Are these donuts for us?" Krzeminski asks from the break room

"Yes, they're from Mr Stark!" She calls before sighing, "And I think you're starting to sound jealous that he asked me personally." she says to Thompson.

"Not jealous, just think he shouldn't put a woman on what seems to be a very high risk task." Thompson says with a shrug

"Fuck yeah! Mr Stark can stop by anytime!" Krzeminski comes out with 2 donuts and plops down at his desk

"Thank you Krzeminski, I will tell him that." She says while glaring at Thompson.

"Carter, can you come here?" Dooley calls from the doorway of his office.

"Yes sir?" she asks walking over to him.

"I need to discuss the Stark case with you." He beckons her in and closes the door behind them. "I am sure you know that we usually do not take personal cases, but since this is a national security concern, we will make an exception. Since Stark requested your assistance, you will take care of everything. It is your responsibility to conduct investigations, collect evidence, all of it, but no one will be mad if you need some help."

"Understood. I will say something if I do need help." Peggy nods, internally rolling her eyes.

"Right, you’re dismissed"

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