#Steggy Bingo Bash

[dirtydoctorwho]

A day at the fair with the Starks

Steggy Week Day 4: Friends and Family Steggy Bingo: All the balloons Peggy Carter Bingo: Tunnel of Love

#peggy carter #steve rogers #howard stark #tony stark #steggyweek23 #peggy carter bingo #steggy bingo bash #i am once again avoiding coloring anything in with any amount of effort #we deserve more auntie peggy #and uncle steve #and baby tony #i am once again asking everyone to ignore the art quality #herbie made a thing

[ibelieveinturtles]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow Additional Tags: Time Travel, TVA | Time Variance Authority (Marvel), TVA Agent Peggy Carter, TVA Agent Steve Rogers, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), good guy Brock Rumlow, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, pre-Hydra Brock Rumlow, minor Mobius M Mobius appearance Series: Part 67 of Bingo Bonanza Summary:

When Steve decides to go back to 1945 instead of 2023, it's less of a plan and more of an in-the-moment-impulse but there's still someone waiting for him. Someone both familiar and strange. And they have an offer for him.

Bingo Info under the cut

@allcapsbingo @darcylewisbingohq @steggybingobash @marvelrarepairbingo @warmandfluffybingocards @avengersbingo

Title: The Oracle Club (Chapters 1 & 2)

Squares Filled: 5 fills, 1 fic/chapter for All Caps Bingo ‘The hell I can’t, I’m a Captain’ badge The prompts: All Caps Bingo (AC1051): G1, Brock Rumlow G2, swapped square, pastfic G3, Time Travel G4, First Meeting G5, Adopted Prompt, Lucky Star Taxi

Other Bingos: DLBHQ Weekly challenge: Lipstick DLBHQ April Fools Crack Prompt Flash Challenge: “Lemme just scootch in there.” Brock Rumlow Bingo: K5, “This isn’t personal.” Warm and Fluffy bingo: N2, Costume Party Steggy Bingo: N3, Free Space Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051):N1, 1920’s AU - At The Speakeasy Avengers Bingo: C3, Feelings Accidentally Revealed

Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: MCU Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: T Tags/Warnings: time travel, the Time Variance Authority, TVA Agent!Peggy Carter, TVA Agent!Steve Rogers, pre-Hydra Brock Rumlow, pre-SHIELD Brock Rumlow, mid-blip Darcy Lewis Summary: Steve's job as a TVA agent has taken him up and down the timeline, but he's about to get his first trip to the 1990's. Word Count: 2698 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46692808/chapters/117597142

#peggy carter #darcy lewis #steve rogers #brock rumlow #all the bingos #allcapsbingo2023 #dlbhq #steggy bingo bash #avengers bingo #warm and fluffy bingo #mrp bingo 2023

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A masterpost of Steve Rogers events! Please let me know if there are any that I missed - not all events are currently ongoing but you never know when one will come back :D

🌟 STEVE ROGERS-CENTRIC 🌟 ★ Bottom Steve Rogers Fest @bottom-steve-fest ★ Captain Bottom Bingo @cabottombingo ★ Happy Steve Bingo @happystevebingo ★ Man With A Plan Bingo @manwithaplanbingo ★ Silver Fox Steve Bang @silver-fox-steve-bang ★ Steve-Centric September 2021 @stevecentricseptember ★ Steve Rogers Appreciation Week @steverogersweek ★ Steve Rogers Bingo @steverogersbingo

🌟 STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK 🌟 ★ A Second Chance @stevetonyisendgame ★ Cap-Iron Man @cap-ironman ★ Lights on Park Ave @lightsonparkave ★ SteveTony DarkFests @stevetonydarkfests ★ Stony AUniverse @stonyauniverse ★ Stony Loves Steve @stonylovessteve

🌟 STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES 🌟 ★ ShrinkyClinks Bang @buckybarnesevents (formerly @shrinkyclinksrb) ★ Shrinkyclinks Fest @shrinkyclinksfest ★ Stucky Bang @stuckybangs ★ Stucky Bingo @stuckybingo ★ Stucky Halloween @stuckyhalloween ★ Stucky Geek Events @stuckygeekevents (formerly Historical Fiction @stuckyhistoricalfiction) ★ Stuckyverse Bingo @stuckyversebingo ★ Stucky Week @stucky-week

🌟 STEVE ROGERS/PEGGY CARTER 🌟 ★ Steggy Bingo Bash @steggybingobash ★ Steggy Fan Events @steggyfanevents

🌟 STEVE ROGERS/THOR ODINSON 🌟 ★ ThunderShield Events @thundershieldevents

🌟 TEAM CAP 🌟 ★ All Caps Bingo @allcapsbingo ★ Cap Bang @capbang ★ CATWS Anniversary @catws-anniversary ★ Star-Spangled Bang @starspangledbigbang ★ Star-Spangled Secret Santa @starspangledsecretsanta

🌟 POLY / MULTI 🌟 ★ SteveTonyBucky Bingo @stb-bingo ★ Stuckony Valentine Cards @stuckonyvalentinecards ★ Superfamily Exchange @superfamilyexchange

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[3pirouette]

Fic: The Captain and the Missus (2/?)

Title: The Captain and The Missus

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Spoilers: AU of CA:TFA

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Instead of wanting to recreate the serum, Schmidt wants every trace of it wiped from existence so he can be the sole one to benefit from it. This means that Steve’s life is in danger, and Peggy’s new job is to keep him alive as he travels in hiding with the USO tour.

Story A/N: AU of CA: TFA, based on @roboticonography’s idea of having Peggy go on tour with Steve as “Mrs. America” This will satisfy both Steggy Week Day 1: Favorite Era (I love writing them in the 40’s even though I have to do massive amounts of research) and my Steggy Bingo Bash category “Slow Burn.”

(Robot’s post HERE)

Hold on to your butts. I feel like this might take a while.

Chapter 2: Planning and Packing

READ PROLOGUE/CH 1 HERE

Chapter Summary: Peggy tries to figure out how they're going to move forward as they get ready to leave the base as man and wife.

A/N: So, apparently, it’s been a year? There’s about 17k of this story and it’s barely started. I love it and it will get finished, it’s just going to take a while. Not sure if I’ll continue to post as a WIP or if I’ll wait until it’s eventually finished. Slow Burn INDEED. Please enjoy this next chapter.

Here it is, chapter 2 for Steggy Week ’22 Day 2: Favorite Era

~*~

Peggy spent the next day with her own contingent of privates that followed her around base, packing two very large, very non-descript looking trunks while Howard had Steve for one last day of testing. Good to her word, she packed everything they might need and more from the base. Keeping busy kept her mind from racing.

She was now officially married, like it or not, to the man she was having outrageously inappropriate feelings for given their current situation. She’d spent a sleepless night last night staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the things that could go wrong and all the things that could go right, neither of which brought her much peace.

Thinking of his lips kissing hers, of his arms wrapped around her, led to thoughts of her holding him, bleeding, after a sniper caught him on stage. Thoughts of them holding hands, taking long, slow walks along the waterfront led to thoughts of his hand reaching for hers as Hydra agents pulled them apart. Fantasies of what it would be like to feel him on top of her, her legs wrapped around his hips, dissolved into scenes of them being overwhelmed by Hydra forces, the two of them fighting until their deaths.

Needless to say, she hadn’t slept.

The bouncing back and forth of her emotions, from soft and happy and fantasizing to dark and scary and reliving the trauma of his blood literally pouring through her fingers, gave her quite the sense of whiplash as she moved through the halls. Having a task to focus on was her only saving grace as she led the privates from armory to storage and back again, checking items off her list as they went: firearms of all sizes, ammunition, spy cameras, bugs, decrypting machines, radios, and more. She filled the trunks efficiently, only starting to feel the anxiety creep in again as the trunks were filled and locked and sent on their way with the soldiers.

Peggy set her shoulders back, walking to Stark’s lab, her mind running through the list she’d completed just one more time. She couldn’t think of a single thing more they might need, but that didn’t mean needs wouldn’t arise in the field, that things couldn’t change on a dime still, and it didn’t escape her notice that instead of the rush of adrenaline she usually got with the thrill of an upcoming mission, she only felt cold fingers of fear wrapping around her spine.

She tried to shake it off with a deep breath as she pushed open the door to Stark’s lab, setting a smile on her face.

“Agent Carter! Perfect timing!” Howard looked up at her, giddy as a school boy. She guessed it was whatever he and Steve had been discussing, as Steve looked quite happy, as well.

She didn’t dare imagine that it was her arrival that put that smile on his face.

“Yes, well, I do tend to keep my appointments.” She stepped up to Steve’s side, giving him her own smile. “Rogers.”

Howard laughed and turned away from the table, sticking his arms into a closet and coming back out with a large box stacked on top of a smaller one. “Better start picking pet names, kids. No one’s gonna believe you’re married if you’re calling him Rogers.”

“Ah, yes, sorry,” she rolled her eyes at him, and caught Steve hiding his own smile. “Hello, cupcake.”

Steve did laugh at that as Howard dropped the boxes he’d been holding in his arms on the table. He set his hands on his hips and shook his head at her. “No. That’s just doesn’t sound right coming from you.”

“What? Calling Steve ‘cupcake’?” Peggy allowed herself the moment of levity, and even felt a warmth flood through her at Steve’s smile in her direction.

He shrugged, his neck just a little red. “I mean, it’s not the worst thing I’ve been called.”

Howard’s expression soured. “Look, it’s fun and games now, but I’m serious. You two are going to be out there, all alone, with only each other. We don’t know how far Hydra is willing to go on this, and how well you sell this cover is going to determine how much danger you’re in.”

Peggy sighed. She just couldn’t manage to get away from the truth of it, and the heaviness of his words settled deep in her stomach. “Howard, believe me, I know.” She looked between them both, unsettled that Steve seemed unsure and chastised at Stark’s words. “When the time comes, you’ll believe us.” She moved closer to Steve, leaning into his side and wrapping her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, looking down at her as she looked up at him. “Won’t they, darling?”

She wasn’t sure why she chose that endearment, but it felt right in that moment. It felt easy and natural, slipping from her lips as he looked down at her.

She felt him tense for just a moment before he relaxed, his eyes saying that he trusted her more than anything. “Absolutey, dearest.”

Peggy didn’t realize they’d been staring at each other until Howard cleared his throat. She pulled away from Steve slowly, like she was being pulled from a trance.

“Ok, maybe I’m wrong about that,” Howard mumbled, his eyebrows raising and falling, “but I’m not wrong about you two needing a little something extra out in the field. Ta-da!” He pulled the top off the top box and displayed what appeared to be an elaborate red, white, and blue costume in the style of a tactical suit.

“That’s… something.” Steve tried to hold back his disbelief.

Peggy did no such thing. “Howard, you did everything but paint a target on it!” Peggy pointed at the red and white striped mid-section.

“It’s a costume. I asked Brant’s guy to get me what his costume was going to look like. It’s reinforced, just like you’d get out in the field.” Howard pulled it out and showed them how thick it was. “Might be a little warm under the lights, but a knife ain’t getting through, it’ll stop most corrosives, and I reinforced across the chest with a metal plate, so it’ll stop at least a chest shot from a bullet.” He shrugged, handing Steve the top. “Putting that all over would be too heavy, for sure, but we know most of the Hydra guys are trained for the shot to the heart, so…”

Steve ran his hands over it, then shoved his arm through a sleeve. “And this is what Brandt wants me to wear?”

“It’s what some yokel costume designer wants you to wear.” Howard pulled out the pants and thick red boots. “I made some modifications. Tights were originally involved.”

Peggy fought hard to hold back her laugh at Steve’s face when Howard mentioned tights, and instead focused on the helmet in the box. “And that?”

Howard lifted it and juggled it in his hands for a second before he punched it, trying to prove its invincibility. “Enough to stop a headshot from a few meters away, but not point-blank range.”

“If someone’s made it to point blank range then we’re already in big trouble,” Peggy mumbled, pulling it from his hands. “Lightweight. Surprisingly. What’s the ‘A’ for?”

“America, naturally!” Howards false bravado fell flat. “I’m telling you, whoever designed this costume was out of his mind. They wanted a little fabric hood with wings on the side. Wings!”

Steve took the helmet from Peggy and set it on his head, moving around to see how it felt. “Well, this is a considerable upgrade from that. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Howard pushed the box forward, letting Steve slide his costume back in.

“So, what’s in the smaller box?” Steve asked, folding the top of his costume.

Howard didn’t say anything, but slid the box over in front of Peggy. She was nervous, knowing she’d have a costume and a role of her own to play. She wasn’t sure how much of that miracle reinforced fabric he could get in such a thin box, but she’d be grateful for anything she could get. She lifted the lid, peering in, and then gently put the lid to the side as what it was dawned on her. With two fingers, and a lot of annoyance, she pulled the black slip from the box. “Howard, is this women’s underwear?”

Steve coughed and looked away out of embarrassment, and Howard held his hands up. “I can explain.”

Peggy set the slip down and dug through the other pieces in there, lips pressed tight. “Please do.”

“You’ve got a lot more costumes!” Howard shrugged, slowly taking a step back. “I’m no Christian Dior here! They sent me drawings of five different dresses- we don’t have the time or the resources to set you up with five different dresses.”

“So, this is a joke?” Peggy pulled out a black thigh high stocking and waved it in his face? “Hum? Your idea of a joke? Steve gets full body armor and I get lingerie?”

“What?” Howard looked shocked. “You think that of me? No!” Howard rushed forward, pulling out the slip and handing it to her. “Feel that.”

“Rough and thick, not even good quality.” She rolled her eyes, almost completely forgetting Steve was standing next to her, turning a bright shade of red as she argued with Howard. “Least you could do for a newlywed woman is get her something nice!”

Howard huffed. “Jesus, woman, let me explain!” He pulled a pocket knife from his pants and flipped it open. “We’ve been working on this for two years. We had barely enough for a prototype for you, ok?” He took the slip from her and wound it over his hand before plunging the knife at his palm.

Steve and Peggy both jumped, but leaned forward as Howard showed them where the fabric had stopped the knife. “What is that?” Peggy asked, amazed.

“It’s a new fabric we’ve been developing. Inspired by the strength of spider silk and the concept of chainmail.” He pulled the knife away, revealing the unmarred fabric, and then showed his palm, where there was a small mark, but no bruise and no blood. “It’s still in prototype phase, and it won’t stop a bullet, from any distance, but it’ll give you some protection.”

“Why lingerie?” Steve asked, picking up the side of the slip and running his fingers over it.

“What the hell else were we supposed to do? She can’t be your ‘home-front missus’ running around in tactical gear, and they’ve got her changing dresses every five minutes.” He shook his head, looking at Peggy as she pulled the stockings out, examining them. “I know it ain’t much compared to what we were able to do for Steve, but this gives you at least a little protection in a one-on-one situation.”

Peggy softened as she looked through the box. A set of black and a set of nude stockings and matching slips. At the bottom, she dug out a single, white brassiere that was the most boxy, full coverage shape she’d ever seen. “Howard, this is atrocious.”

“I know,” he groused. “It’s an abomination and should never see the light of day, never mind be worn by a beautiful woman such as yourself.” He pulled it from her fingers and pressed against the cup, which didn’t fold as he pushed. “But it was the only way we could give you some body armor. Won’t be comfortable, but it’s the only thing we could make with anything near a chest plate in it… even if it’s a fashion crime.”

Peggy took the brassiere back and held it in her hands, pressing against the molded metal. “Well, then, I do appreciate it, Howard, though I’m not going to ask how you seemed to know my measurements.”

He let a cheeky smile split his face. “I estimated. I’m pretty good at that- lots of experience.” He sobered quickly when she didn’t laugh. “Like I said, best we can do.” He shrugged. “I’m shipping back out with Phillips, but if you guys think of anything else you need, I can get it to you in a few days, or whenever the next transport goes out. However,” Howard held up his pointer fingers and backed away, heading back to the closet, “there’s one more thing.” He came back with a small box this time, and opened it to reveal three rings.

Steve leaned forward, whistling. “Gonna be a hard sell that I could afford that on a soldier’s salary,” he looked at the sparkling diamond that was a size he only ever heard about.

Peggy huffed a laugh. “I’ll barely be able to hold my hand up! Howard, that’s excessive.”

“It needs to stand out, in real life and on stage,” he pulled the diamond engagement ring out and showed her the far edge. “It also had to be big enough for us to cut it right. This edge here will cut through glass and most thin steals. Should be flat enough that when you’re wearing it that it’s not dangerous, but when you take it off,” he turned it at an angle and pressed it to the steel work table, “Forty five to fifty five degree angle and a little bit of pressure,” he pulled it across the table for an inch and smiled when he left a thin gash behind, “and you’ve got a lot of options.”

“Genius!” Peggy pulled it from him, examining the edge and running her finger over it, excited about the possibilities.

“It’s also big enough that if you punch a guy in the eye with it, it should do some damage.” Howard shrugged. “Now, the wedding bands have their own advantages.” He pulled the larger one out and showed them the bevel cut edge. “Looks like a decorative pattern, right?”

“Right…” Steve replied, eyeing it carefully.

“Find the catch at the bottom and… voila!” Howard pulled at the edge and unwound a thin wire from inside the ring, “Hidden garrote wire!”

Steve reached out, plucking it until it vibrated in Howard’s hands. “And that’s for…”

“Strangling, disabling, slicing off fingers… it’s conductive and can be welded if you find yourself in need of some light tampering with electronics.” Howard gave a tiny tug and the wire wound itself back up into the ring, hiding from view. “Also good at cutting bread and cheese.”  He pulled at the latch once again, this time just pressing it so it stood out like a needle from the edge of the ring. “Can also be used as a puncture needle. Dip it in poison, knock out drops, or just to annoy your friends.” He snapped it back into place and twirled what now looked like any other ring between his fingers.

“That is impressive,” Peggy mused, reaching out to take her ring from the box. Steve’s hand snatched it away first, though. She looked up at him, but he held out his other hand, waiting for her to put the engagement ring in his palm.

“I think that’s my job, don’t you?” he asked, more confident than she knew he felt based on the sweat on his palm when she placed the ring in.

“Alright then,” she held her left hand out, hoping that her own sudden nervousness didn’t show. “Go ahead, Mr. Rogers.”

He licked his lips, and she could feel his hands shaking just a bit as he took hers, slipping the wedding band on her ring finger, followed by the faux diamond. “There you go, Mrs. Rogers.” He held her hand loosely, getting bolder by the second when she didn’t pull away.

She was only marginally aware of Howard as he held Steve’s ring out to her, taking it in her hand without looking at the scientist, and slipping it on Steve’s finger. “There you go, darling,” she whispered, entranced by his eyes and the feeling of their hands together, the metal of the rings slipping against their skin, not quite warm yet, not quite familiar, but feeling somehow so totally right that she could hardly breathe.

“Oh, no. No. Continue. Just pretend I’m not here,” Howard’s voice broke them apart, pulling their eyes to him where he was sitting on a stool a few feet away, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

Peggy dropped Steve’s hand, but didn’t stop fidgeting with her rings. “Have you anything else for us, Howard?” She forced a strong tone, and thought she managed pretty well.

Howard, however, saw right through her. “Nah. Not for you, anyway. Steve and I have to go through some more testing before I give him up, and that’s a lot to fit in only a day.”

Peggy looked over at Steve, who seemed a mess of emotions all written on his face plain as day: confused, frustrated, embarrassed, tired… she ached for his plight. “You’re alright with that?”

“I have to be.” Peggy saw the exact moment he bucked up and shoved the emotions away in favor of duty. Her emotions must have shown on her face more than she wanted them to, because he smirked and shrugged, trying to placate her further. “Besides, we’re finding out some pretty neat things about what I can do.”

“Neat?” Howard nearly choked, “Buddy, if you call this neat, we seriously have to work on your vocabulary.” Howard looked at Peggy, dead serious. “He can bench press a tank.”

She was stunned at that. She knew he’d be strong, but that was far exceeding what even Erskine had predicted. In her surprise, she could say only one thing, “Neat.”

~*~

Peggy spent the next morning in her room, packing things in her trunk carefully. She didn’t have much since she couldn’t take her uniforms with her. She packed the handful of dresses she had, and the one good woolen coat that wasn’t army-issued. She packed every stocking she had with care, looking over them for runs and holes and even mending one before settling them down amongst her packed clothes. She layered things by usefulness, and carefully packed away the little make up and nail varnish she had left. She set her paperbacks on top, knowing she hadn’t managed more than a page or two over the course of the war and it was hope more than any real belief that she would read them that made her pack them.

She’d had another sleepless night, and wasn’t sure how she was going to make it through all of this if she couldn’t get a decent night’s rest.

Peggy was sure the fact that she’d already experienced leaning over his bloodied body, thinking he was dying, was the very thing fueling her dread.

She packed methodically, taking everything except the army-issue clothes. She even packed canteens and belts, knowing she could get away with fibbing some of them were Steve’s.

Anything she couldn’t take she packed in a duffel. Phillips said it would be stored for her, but she knew she was unlikely to ever see those things again, no matter if things went right or wrong. She ran her thumb over her SSR pin, shining bright on the last jacket as she packed it away.

Peggy wished she understood this swirl of emotion. She was used to the rush of excitement, the fear of the unknown that each new case brought, not this complicated mess of uncertainty.

She zipped the bag and left it on the bed, now stripped down to a bare mattress, with her sheets folded at the corner.

Some other woman would be taking her room now, some other agent or secretary would move in with a handful of crisp, fresh army linens and the relief of having her own room instead of a bunk in the barracks.

Peggy closed her trunk with a sigh and turned to the mirror one more time. She hadn’t put on this dress in months, and her pumps felt so high after so long in just the little army issue shoes that barely had any heel. She supposed she looked good enough for war time, though in her mind her mother was scolding her for even thinking of going out traveling without a hat and gloves.

Gloves, she thought, would be a travesty. She rubbed her thumb over her rings, smiling. She’d gotten used to them quickly, and even though she shared Steve’s assertion that the diamond was a touch big, something about them felt reassuring.

She was pulled from her musing by a knock at her door. “Yes?”

“Peg?”

She smiled, despite herself. Steve’s voice was warm and welcome.

“Perfect timing,” She called, moving the few feet to open the door. She smiled at him, dressed back in a full drab green dress uniform, though without all the valor pinned to his chest. “Still looks good on you.”

He blushed and dropped his head, shrugging. She nearly chuckled at how much of him he still was, and then felt a warm surge of happiness as she watched how he twirled his ring with his other hand, spinning it over and over on his finger. He finally lifted his eyes back up, one half of his mouth lifted and eyes bright. “You look beautiful. I’m not used to seeing you out of uniform.”

“Well, get used to it,” she stepped back and let him in. “I’ve had to leave behind all the regulation clothes except for a few blouses and odds and ends that might be useful. No more Army green for me.”

“You look better in red, anyway.” His voice was so quiet she might have missed it if she hadn’t been looking right at him as he said it. She couldn’t help but smile, and she could tell he struggled to find what to say next. He finally broke the silence by pointing at her trunk. “All packed?” he asked, full of bravado and reassured by the banality of the task.

“Yes, quite.” She felt an awkwardness settle about them that she had to make sure they moved past it. They knew each other so little, but in a just a few hours, no matter what this spark was that was lighting between them, they had to convince the world they were married. “I’ve packed it pretty tightly, so do be careful.”

Steve smiled, reaching down and lifting it easily. “It’s a little lighter than a tank, so I think I’ll manage.”

She rolled her eyes, teasing back. “Wires, I suspect. Can’t lift more than an ant without them.”

“Or so I’ve been told,” he retorted, showing off and holding it up with only one hand. “Come on,” He stepped forward, moving to the door. “There’s a car waiting for us, has the two trunks you filled yesterday and mine on it already. We’ll strap this on then get going for the train station.”

Peggy followed him out, looking over her little room one last time and grabbing her purse, closing the door swiftly and trying to imagine she’d locked up all her confused feelings about everything back in that room. “You know,” she began as they moved down the hall, “I’m not a very vain person, but the idea that people will believe I’m toting around three trunks of my own things when people are struggling with so little now does sting a little.”

She moved quickly to get in front of him and held open the door for him, following as he directed her to the car. “You know,” he started, gently setting down the trunk in the back of the jeep and making sure it wasn’t moving before he pushed the tailgate up, “my wife’s allowed to bring as much stuff with her as she wants.” He smiled, hands on his hips. “Anyone else be damned.”

Peggy managed to clock that the jeep and the driver were not from their camp or their regiment, and though she’d counted on the time during the drive to set some things about their past together straight, she realized they were out of time, and the charade began now. She took a few long strides and wound her arms around his neck. “How simply wonderful of you to say, darling.” She felt a shiver go up her spine when his hands lightly wrapped around her hips. She smiled to reassure him, and his grip tightened. “Especially considering you’re the one that has to carry them.”

She could tell Steve was struggling with what he wanted to do next. She could see indecision in his eyes: there was something he wanted to do, but he didn’t think he should.

If he was thinking the same thing she was, making out in the middle of the base was both a fabulous idea to keep up their cover and a horrible idea considering she could see Phillips and Stark watching them from across the camp. She pulled back, taking the choice from him. “Come along, darling. The train won’t wait for us!”

She pulled his hand along to the side of the jeep, letting him boost her up and then scooting over so he could sit next to her.

“Ready, sir?” The private in front asked.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Steve replied, and the jeep rumbled to life, driving them away from Lehigh and down to the train station.

#steggyweek22 #Steggy #3p's fic #AU #WIP #steggy fic

[captainjimothycarter]

Hi, sorry but would you mind dropping some of your favorite multiple chapters Steggy fics pls

Of course! I'm sure there's much more then these but it seems like I forget to bookmark stuff.

Wrapped In Red - (smutty, smutty goodness) - After receiving some bad advice from his best friend Bucky, Steve Rogers decides to find out how the other side lives by using a photoshopped picture on his online dating profile.

Fight Doesn't Make You A Hero - (a cute fic) - StuntCoordinator!Steve meets Actress!Peggy, who is an absolute menace when it comes to stunts. AU, Tumblr Ask Box Fic

He Can Do This All Day - Steve shows Peggy his ability to do it all day extends to bedroom activities.

The Next Guy - (there are parts of this fic that still stick out in my mind and I love it) - "It’s the one subject that’s never open for discussion: Peggy’s grand love affair with Captain America. It’s not exactly a secret—in fact, it’s become something of a legend within the SSR. Everyone and their dog has a version of the romantic tale, pieced together through third-hand eyewitness accounts and wild speculation. There’s only one person Daniel wants to hear the story from, though, and she ain’t talking."

Nobody's Baby - (this is the whole series and it's SO good and one of my fave fics) - She’s the only woman in camp, so she must be qualified to take care of a baby, right?

A Second Chance At Keeping Him Safe - (such a good fic) - Peggy always wished there was more she could have done to save Steve. Then Howard finds the Valkyrie, and somehow, miraculously, Steve is still alive in the wreckage. But when Steve wakes up, they realize that not all of him survived the crash. He doesn't remember anything. At all. But Peggy wanted another chance to keep him safe and now she's got it. And she's not going to fail this time.

Carry My Flag - (these two are so dorks) - No matter how Peggy spun it, this new assignment was nothing more than glorified babysitting.

And The Sun Hits The Ground - (one of my fave AU's of the Iron Ceiling) - An AU of the Agent Carter episode Iron Ceiling.

Should The Stars Align - (a really good fic here) - 1949, New York. Agent Peggy Carter has been hard at work moving forward with her life post World War II and keeping the country safe. When a ghost of her past unexpectedly shows up on her doorstep one night, her life is turned on its head as two hearts attempt to reconcile and heal together

Aim For The Heart - (I love Peggy in the future aus) - Though from her angle she couldn’t see too much of her surroundings, and the lights in the room were dimmed, she knew immediately that she was no longer in Howard’s lab.

The Untamed - (soulmate aus are so good) - Steve Rogers never thought he would be able to meet his soulmate. Peggy Carter had no interest in meeting hers.

An Experimental Design - (I really love this au and how true it is to them) - Sequel to “What Number?”, also prompted from Steggy Bingo Bash Prompts.  Takes place about a week after that fic. Peggy's at a nine, and Steve is nowhere to be found.

#Steggy #Steggy Fic Rec #I really have bad memory and forget to bookmark fics it seems

[steggybingobash]

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[elzibub]

Part 1 - Written for the 2021 Steggy Secret Santa event for Bri, @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics. I hope you enjoy! Wishing you a joyous and healthy new year! So happy we met through the Steggy fandom!

In addition, there’s a Spotify playlist link included at the beginning of the story, which I’ll also post on Tumblr separately. This story also fulfills the Steggy Bingo Bash 2021 prompt “Steve is a super shitty cook” and Steve Rogers Bingo 2021 “Slow Burn”. Summary: “The war is over, and Steve Rogers and Captain Peggy Carter are celebrating their first Hanukkah together. They are finally sharing a home, albeit Steve’s small apartment in Brooklyn at the moment. Steve cooks dinner with the help of Mrs. Friedman, his elderly Jewish neighbor, who is like his own grandmother. Jarvis drops by with a gift from him and Ana.”

#steggy secret santa #fantastic_fantasy_fanfics #steggy bingo bash 2021 #steve rogers bingo 2021 #Steggy Bingo Bash #Married Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers #Captain Carter #Smol Steve #What If...? AU #Captain America AU #fluff #domestic fluff #happy ending #hanukkah #hanukkah fluff #chanukah #super soldier peggy #Peggy Carter is Jewish

[bonusholegent]

[Image Description: A collage or mood board designed to look like a wall with images taped and tacked onto it. The leftmost image is a flyer with a print of a couple embracing on it. The text on the flyer reads "In the Key of See: a new gallery presentation by Peggy Carter" in a white font. Next to it, there are four polaroid images of a guitar, a piano, a flute, and a violin. Below those, there is a torn piece of paper with the text "Is Peggy Carter the new face of modern art?" and a square photograph of Peggy in a formal black dress looking at pictures. On the bottom row, there is a printed screenshot of Steve at his piano, a photograph of Peggy and Steve at a formal event, and a realistic close-up drawing of a face. Over the drawing is a note which reads "Steve, I hope you like this one. Your song was stuck in my head all night. I'm so happy to share my life with you. Love, Peggy." The words "Collage by bonusholegent" are in the bottom right corner.]

Title: In the Key of See

Bingo: Steggy Bingo (@steggybingobash)

Square: "She had the gift of being able to paint songs."

Warnings: Not applicable.

Rating: General Audiences

Description: Peggy's always had the ability to associate music with colours. When she met the singer-songwriter Steve, she saw the colours of love. Now, they're each other's muses.

Resources used: Canva, Google

#steggy bingo bash #captain america #steggy #mood board #peggy x steve #modern day au

[behindthelabels]

Hard at Work

Rated: E

Summary: When Peggy can't make date night because of work Steve brings their meal to her office and is rewarded for his efforts.

Fulfills @steggybingobash Square: Getting Caught

It’s supposed to be date night. The kids are with the Jarvises, dinner is in the oven, Peggy’s favourite wine already breathing—but the most important part of date night is missing: his wife.

Steve is hoping she’s just running late, she’s been swamped at work which is why they planned this, a nice relaxing night to take her mind off of it all. But when the phone rings he knows what she’s going to say and saves her the trouble.

“You’re not making it home, are you?”

Peggy sighs, “I’m so sorry, my darling, something has come up rather urgently and I have to take care of it by tomorrow.”

“Want my help?” he asks, because while infiltrating a facility or taking someone down wasn’t what he had planned for date night, nothing gets him hotter than seeing Peggy in her element.

He can picture the way she’s smiling from the soft sound she lets out, “It’s not that kind of work I’m afraid. But do put a pin in that idea, it’s been a while since we’ve been in the field together.”

He smirks remembering the last time she’d enlisted his assistance, how together they took down an entire human experimentation facility. It was nothing like the Hydra bases of the future, but it had posed some problems, though nothing he and Peggy couldn’t handle.

Steve will never stop being amazed over what she can do. Give her any kind of prop and she will turn it into a lethal weapon, easily taking people down who are twice her size. But it’s not just her physical prowess that’s so enticing, it’s her espionage skills that are truly marvellous. He is convinced there never has been and never will be a spy as good as his wife.

His wife who is apologizing though she need not to. He knew what he was getting into marrying the newly minted Director of SHIELD, and he never wants her to feel like she should apologize for being the badass he fell in love with.

Continue on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32455756

#steggy fic #steve x peggy #steggy bingo bash #steggy smut #my fic

[cafecitowriter]

Carry My Flag (Chapter 3/3)

Chapter Title: The Escape

Chapter Summary: The third and final part of my response to @3pirouette‘s prompt: “I wish you would write a fic where they assign Peggy to protect Steve on the USO circuit as one of the USO dancers. If she likes it or not is up to you :)”

Posting for Steggy Week 2021 Day 5: Favourite Trope. (@steggyfanevents) Since I am indecisive, the main trope here is mutual pining, but it features a healthy dose of idiots to lovers, sexual tension, and just a pinch of battle couple and fake dating. This also fills the "Mutual Pining" square for Steggy Bingo Bash. (@steggybingobash)

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When Peggy woke up again, she assumed it to be early afternoon judging by the light in the room. Steve was awake in the chair beside her, his eyes trained on the door. It almost looked like he hadn’t moved a muscle since she’d drifted off.

“Have you slept?” she murmured.

“I don’t sleep as much anymore,” he answered without breaking his gaze from the door. “Serum, remember?”

“Needing  less  sleep doesn’t mean you can survive on  no  sleep,” she grunted as she sat up.

At her stifled — but pained — groan, Steve immediately turned to her and adjusted her pillows so that they’d support her more. He kept his gaze trained on her as he confirmed that the new position wasn’t painful for her, and despite her aversion to letting anyone take care of her, she was too tired to fight the small smile the caring action elicited from her.

And apparently she was tired to the point that it took her a good few seconds to realize just how close their faces had gotten.

#steggy #steggyweek21 #steggy bingo bash #steve rogers #peggy carter #mutual pining #undercover!peggy #andi writes

[ethvn-torchio]

Summary: Steve and Peggy's plans for the night were relatively simple. Peggy would get in the shower, Steve would put the kids to bed, and then if everything went according to plan, Steve would join her in the shower.

The children, unfortunately, had other plans.

(fulfills the prompt "Stegglings" for the @steggybingobash :D)

#steggy #steggy fanfiction #steggy bingo bash #STEGGLINGS #eeeeeeeeeeeeee #ill post the full fic to tumblr when im not lazy lol

[notanotherpeggycarterblog]

I wrote another one! Please enjoy!

#Steggy #steve rogers #peggy carter #avengers #steggy fic #fan fic #preschool au #avengers preschool #nick fury #tony stark #steggy bingo bash

[fantastic-fan-art]

First prompt for my Steggy Bingo Bash! Neighbor!AU 🥰🥰🥰 @steggybingobash

#steve rogers #peggy carter #my art #steggy bingo bash #steggybingobash

[sosoane1]

I have made a few AU meme for steggy bingo bash

Steve is the new house mate in Homard's after coming out of the ice. Angie is not used to seeing beautiful shirtless man.

Steve joins the ssr office in NYC and doesn't appreciate how people are treating Peggy

Steve is getting annoyed at Jack's crush on Peggy but its better then if he didnt respect her at all.

When Peggy takes the new recruit(bb steve) under her wings they don't understand how everyone thinks she's awful

Peggy as memorized Steve schedule at the bookshop, but no she doesn't have a crush or so she keeps telling herself.

Sam asked Steve if he liked fondue, unknowingly unleashing the hell beast that Peggy can become. Bucky has to hold her back.

#steggy memes #steggy #steggy bingo bash #moon's meme #moon's midnight talk

[3pirouette]

Fic: Hello, Darling (1/1)

Title: Hello, Darling By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Disclaimer: They're not mine. Distribution: AO3  Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary:  Instead, he reached for his phone. He hit the only button that seemed to matter at the moment.

Her voice was warm. “Hello, darling.”

“Peg,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Oh, your voice is just what I needed.”

Angst. Satisfies the Fake Dating a square for the Steggy Bingo Bash. AU, obviously.

A/N: Timeline is as close to sort-of right as I can make it for an AU. 2017 is post Civil War, 2016 is during Civil War, 2014 is during AOU, other time stamps should be self-explanatory. I hope this makes as much sense for everyone else as it does to me- this concept was a little hard to get on paper. I wrote this in about... 2 hours? Couldn’t sleep until I got this out of my brain. Also, I’m sorry. Please get some tissues. More AN at the end.

~*~ 2017

Steve flopped on the bed, wiping his forehead. They’d been training, hard, and he was drained. He and Natasha were spending their days whipping the new iteration of the team into shape and spent their nights sweet talking whatever government officials would listen to them while still trying to stay off the grid.

Their position in multiple areas was shaky, to say the least.

When he couldn’t sleep, which was most of the time, he wrote letters to Bucky, who was still in stasis in Wakanda. The letter writing was a calming ritual, and made him feel closer to his friend when he was doing it, but when he saved the letter instead of sending it, it left him feeling a little more alone than when he started.

He didn’t want to move tonight. He felt empty and exhausted and so very, very much like the small man he used to be on the rickety old bed.

He looked at the second-hand laptop, closed and charging on his desk, and turned away. He couldn’t take that feeling tonight.

Instead, he reached for his phone. He hit the only button that seemed to matter at the moment.

Her voice was warm. “Hello, darling.”

“Peg,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Oh, your voice is just what I needed.”

Her voice was warm, and there was a smile in it. “Well, I’m just a phone call away, as always.”

“Yeah,” he replied, just a hint of sadness seeping through. He took a deep breath and shifted up on the pillows, closing his eyes and holding the phone tighter to his ear. “We were training again today.”

“How are they pulling together?” She asked, bright and interested. “Has Wanda gained more control?”

“Every day,” he replied quickly, a smile quirking at his face. “She’s more powerful than I think any of us were prepared for, even her. She’s still doubting herself, though.”

Peggy chuckled through the phone. “After what she went through, I’d doubt myself if I were her, too.”

Steve rolled to the side, pulling a pillow tight into his arms. “True.”

“Give her time,” Peggy soothed him. “Think about how long it took you to get the hang of your new body.”

He laughed out loud at that. “What, all thirty seconds or so?”

“I seem to recall you crashing through a store’s front window display fairly immediately.” Her laugh was like bells, light and happy. “Though that was followed by months of tests, followed by months of kick lines.”

Steve groaned at the memories. “The tights… and those boots.”

“I rather liked the tights,” Peggy flirted. “Though, the point of my mentioning, is that it took you rather a few months in the field to figure out you could lift a tank, and that became one of your favorite tricks. Give the poor girl some slack.”

“Actually, fitting my entire body behind my shield was one of my favorites.”

“I still don’t know how you do that.” She sighed. “But it is quite a trick.”

“She is getting the hang of it,” Steve relented. “It’s just been… hard.”

“I can hear the weariness in your voice.” She was soft and gentle. Steve closed his eyes and pretended he was wrapping himself around her. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” She sighed when he didn’t answer. “Steve…”

“I don’t know how…” he drifted off, changing course mid-sentence. “I’m tired, Peg. I’m tired of fighting and running but that’s… that’s all that’s left.” He rolled to his back, throwing his free arm over his head, some of the plaster of the wall of the old boarding house falling on his forehead. He wiped it away with a heavy groan of frustration. “Back then, I had so many plans. After the war…”

“We shan’t be going there, darling.” Her voice left no room for argument.

He was quiet for a moment, the emotion boiling up in him. When he finally spoke, his words were soft. “I miss you. I miss you so, so much.”

The pause was almost too long, and it broke him just a little bit more. “I’m here, Steve. Only a phone call away.”

He sat up, frustrated. “For a little while I had it- I had everything. I had you, I had Buck, I had new friends, and I could… I was…”

“You were almost happy,” she whispered. “We’ve said these words too many times.”

“I don’t…” He took a deep breath and let his head fall to his hand. “I don’t know how to move past it. I can pretend I’m ok, but… but I’m not.” He laughed to himself. “I wouldn’t be calling you if I were ok.”

“I’m here for you, Steve,” she replied sharply. “You call me when you need to call me, when you want to call me. Good or bad. I just wish… I wish there was more good.”

“Me, too.” He cleared his throat, sitting up. “Tell me something good, Peg.”

He thought he could hear a smile in her voice. “Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps, eh, Rogers? Well, then, I can tell you that yesterday I came across a very silly video of a sneezing baby Panda and no matter what your mood, I promise you’ll feel better if you watch it.”

He pulled the phone away from his cheek when it vibrated in his hand, the video popping up on his screen. He laughed, despite himself.

“You always know exactly what I need,” he mumbled out loud.

Her chuckle was soft, just like he remembered. “Lucky, I guess.”

“I love you so, so much, Peg.” He turned serious. “I wish… I wish I could see you.”

“I love you, too, my darling.” She replied softly. “And I’m only ever just a phone call away.”

He could feel the familiar pangs of depression swirling, and knew talking longer would do him no good. Not tonight. “I should… I should go.”

“Good night then, my love.” Peggy’s words were so full of love he could scarcely believe it. “Don’t wait too long to call again.”

He didn’t answer her, just nodded to himself. “Good night, Peg.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear, looked at it, and tossed it across the bed. Like his letters to Bucky, sometimes he felt worse after talking with her. He laid back on the bed, the springs creaking under him.

He wasn’t going to sleep tonight, not with the way his gut was roiling and the loss so close to the surface. Her voice was always a double-edged sword. Some nights, it was enough to bring him back to life, to remind him of whatever little purpose he felt he had left.

Sometimes, it was only filled with loss and the could-have-beens and should-have-beens.

Sometimes, he wished Tony had never given her back to him.

~*~ 1988

“Anthony, get this blasted thing out of my face.”

“Come on, Aunt Peg, no one is better at telling me what to do than you are.”

Peggy looked up from where she sat at the table in what was supposed to be a dining room, but was often used as an extended work space when Peggy and Howard had to pull long nights. “Under no circumstances.”

Tony pulled a chair up next to her and held out the tape recorder towards her. “Under all circumstances.” He started ticking it off on his fingers. “When I almost blew up the garage when I was eight. First time I got caught with a girl in my room. First time I got caught with booze in my room. First time I tried to create a jet pack. Who yelled at me? You did.”

Peggy pursed her lips at him and turned in her chair. “Concerned correction.”

He smiled, shrugging. “See? Concern, correction… all things I’m going to need in the future.”

Peggy swiveled back and picked up a file, eyes firmly set on the writing though she wasn’t reading anything. “Things you need now.” She didn’t look up. “Can’t you go badger Jarvis? Edwin has far more practice at humoring you.”

He laughed and smiled sweetly, moving the tape recorder in front of her. “Indulge your Godson in an experiment?”

“I seem to indulge you Starks far more than I’d like.” She leaned back in the chair and tossed the file back on the table. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, you see, I actually need you to tell me…”

~*~ 2014

Tony hadn’t looked at these cartridges in years. He pulled FRIDAY up and loaded her, knowing the program would make do for now. He could make some upgrades, and mourn Jarvis, later.

He ran his fingers over the last few cartridges as FRIDAY was integrated into his systems and found one that he hadn’t thought about in decades. It had been so long that the ink was almost faded completely away.

He didn’t need the label to remind him what was on there. He remembered each story, each lesson, each crisp English word with a sharpness that he liked to pretend didn’t exist. It was the only AI that was as old as Jarvis.

Tony laughed out loud. There was no way Ultron would have come to be if this was the AI he’d chosen to run his life with instead of Jarvis. She never would have allowed it.

She never would have allowed half of his shenanigans. She had been right all those years ago: Jarvis had always indulged him more. Aunt Peggy had no qualms about telling him, and often stopping him, when he was about to do something stupid, whereas Jarvis would give him an exasperated sir and follow behind, helping to clean up the mess.

He could have used some of her guidance so, so many times since he built that armor. Before, too, to be honest. He should have revisited her AI years ago.

He should visit her in the nursing home.

He knew exactly why he didn’t.  

He flipped the cartridge onto his work desk and slid the rest back into their box to be stored. Save the world first, tongue lashing from his Godmother second.

~*~ 2015

The icon showed up on his phone one day without explanation. Two hours later the text from Tony was nearly as mysterious.

Click the icon and you’ll be routed to an update on an old project, kind of like a phone call. Totally sanctioned, of course. I think she’ll get a kick out of it.

When he told her one day in the nursing home, she laughed.

“That boy had me record hours and hours of tape,” Peggy smiled. “I wondered if he ever got around to making it. I would have rather liked to have another one of myself around while I was still running SHIELD.”

“So, you did know,” Steve asked, “that Tony made an AI of you?”

Peggy looked at him, her eyes sharp and disapproving. “Of course, I knew. And while I didn’t ever say it, I was quite insulted that he eventually chose Jarvis over me.” She sat up in her hospital bed, gray hair falling in waves around her face. “Dial it up, let’s see what he got right, shall we?”

~*~ 2016

He was still in his suit and tie, his cheeks puffy with the tears he only let himself shed in the privacy of his hotel room. The church had been hard, but letting the coffin settle into the cold dirt had been harder.

She was gone.

And he was alone.

He picked up his phone, intent on checking his flight for the morning when an icon he scrolled past daily caught his eye.

He rubbed his thumb over the edge of the screen, temped.

He checked his flight, but it was perfunctory and he couldn’t recall, by the time his thumb hit the other icon, if it was still on time or not.

Slowly he lifted the phone to his ear. He knew from the few times he’d called at the nursing home with her that there wouldn’t be a ring tone, and that he had to be the first one to talk. “Hello?”

“Steve?”

Her voice through the line was young and vibrant, the way her remembered it from all those years back: red rimmed lips and bright eyes in just the vibration of sound.

He lost his breath.

“I’m so glad you called,” her voice was happy, bright.

He’d just left her in the ground, and yet…

Yet…

“Peggy.” He barely got the word out, the emotion choking him.

“Are you alright, Steve?”

“No, I…” he couldn’t speak. He didn’t want to continue, but couldn’t tear himself away.

“I’m right here, Steve.” Her voice was warm and welcoming, like honey and home and everything he was missing. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

He was quiet for a moment. He contemplated hanging up and deleting the icon.

Instead, he spoke, his words broken and full of loss. “I miss you.”

Her voice wrapped around him through the phone, “And I miss you, darling. But I’m right here. I’m just a phone call away, any time you like.”

He nearly laughed the way her words warmed him. She was so real- had always been every time he talked to the AI.

But she wasn’t real- just an amalgamation of information Tony had stored for decades.

He held the phone away for a second, contemplating his choices. He wanted to walk away, but the loss was still so raw. He pulled the phone back to his ear.

Just for today.

He told himself he’d pretend just for today.

Over the phone, he could pretend she wasn’t dead. Could pretend she hadn’t aged and lived on without him.

Just for today, just until he could get past this pain, he could pretend.

“I guess,” he cleared his throat, trying to banish the thickness in it from the tears, “I guess I should call more often, then.”

“Absolutely. I will accept nothing less, Captain.”

He smiled and sat on the bed, tears falling from his eyes as he listened to her voice.

It was just for today.  

~*~ End Notes: Saved this to the end to avoid giving this away. Deeply inspired by Hayley Atwell’s episode of Black Mirror, “Be Right Back.” If you haven’t seen it, you should.

#Steggy Fic #Angst #Steggy Bingo Bash #3P's Fic #Steggy #Cannon character death #fulfills the fake dating prompt only if you squint #but I couldn't get the idea out of my head

[captainjimothycarter]

So, I was thinking of doing a (small) Steggy Big Bang event and was trying to see if anyone was interested in joining.

I tried to explain best of my knowledge as to what a Big Bang event was, but if you have any more questions, don’t be afraid to ask.

#Steggy #Steggy Bingo Bash #stevepeggy #Peggy Carter #Steve Rogers #So doing this instead of anything else