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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Consequences Be Damned

Angie Martinelli x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 15 Prompt: "Fine, explain it to me."

Summary: Angie doesn't know about her girlfriend's job with the SSR, but she's about to find out.

Word Count: 1,763

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: In my happy world of fic, homophobia doesn't exist and isn't a factor in the 1940s.

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"Jack, this might have been the best idea you've ever had."

Jack Thompson, the Chief of the SSR and one of my best friends, scoffed as we pushed through the doors of the Automat and headed for a table. I gave him a shit-eating grin as we took seats at our usual booth.

For the past two weeks, we'd been taking multi-hour trips to the Automat from the office, both for food and a change of scenery to do a bunch of work that needed to get done for the SSR. Jack had first suggested it when we'd both been going crazy working hours and hours on end at the office, with some of my least favorite coworkers no less, and we'd quickly made it a regular habit.

Once we'd set up at our table, I glanced towards the counter. To my delight, I saw my girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, on shift.

When Jack had first suggested this place, I'd been excited about seeing my girlfriend while I was at work, even though she couldn't know the details of my job. I'd been unlucky every day so far in missing her, but today the bad luck streak had finally run out.

"I'll be right back," I said to Jack, scooting down the booth to stand. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I explained. "I'm going to go put in our order."

Jack glanced towards the counter and grinned as soon as he saw Angie.

"You mean you're gonna go say hi to your girlfriend?"

"Oh absolutely."

"You know, we're supposed to be at work right now, Y/L/N," he called after me, a teasing smile on his face. I just waved him off.

When I'd started at the SSR, Jack and I had been anything but friends. But then Peggy and Daniel had spent all day every day pining after each other, and Jack and I had called a temporary truce to set them up. In the process, we'd actually become really good friends, and had stayed that way after successfully setting up Peggy and Daniel. We still gave each other shit all the time, but now it was in a friendly way.

I beamed as I walked up to the counter, leaning against it and waiting for Angie to turn around and notice me. A moment later, she did, but she didn't smile like I'd been expecting her to.

"You trying to put in an order?" There was no warmth in her voice.

"Uh... I guess, but I actually came over here to say hi to you!"

"Hi. Now what'll it be?"

I frowned, waiting for Angie to tell me she was messing with me or explain that a customer had really pissed her off or something. It never came.

"Angie, what's wrong?" I asked, leaning forward across the counter and lowering my voice a bit. "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, alright? Forget it."

With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, out of reach of any customers. At least, out of reach for any customers who had any regard for the rules.

I walked right around the counter and followed Angie into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder exactly once to see Jack staring at me with a look that clearly said, What the hell? I just waved him off, my undivided attention returning to my girlfriend who stood on the other side of the room.

I crossed the room quickly, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Angie's shoulder once I reached her. She whipped around, shaking off my hand and glaring.

"Angie, please talk to me," I said, keeping my voice low enough that hopefully no one else in the kitchen could hear us. "Why are you so upset?"

"Why? Gee, I guess I should be sorry for being so upset that you walked in here with your boyfriend."

My whole brain stalled for what felt like a full minute. Angie had already started moving away from me again, and I called after her.

"My what?"

"You know, that blond handsome guy you've been coming here on lunch dates with for the past two weeks?" She turned back to me, on a roll now that I couldn't have interrupted even if my brain had been functioning. "Just because I haven't been here to see it doesn't mean I'm completely stupid. My coworkers talk, you know. And now you come in here with him while I'm supposed to wait on you?"

"Angie, no!" I finally managed, my brain restarting at last. "It's not like that at all!"

"Oh really?"

"Really. Angie, really, seriously, you don't get it at all. It's nothing like what you think."

"Fine, explain it to me. If it's not what I think, then explain to me what it really is."

She crossed her arms and stared me down, waiting for my explanation. I could tell her Jack was my boss, or even just my coworker, but that probably wouldn't get me off the hook. It wasn't normal for male and female coworkers to take long lunch breaks together, and outside of our jobs in the SSR, almost no male and female coworkers would be working shoulder to shoulder on the same kind of content Jack and I were.

I needed to tell her the truth. More importantly, I wanted to tell her the truth. I loved Angie, and even though it would be a long time before we talked about marriage or anything like that, I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She should know what I do, SSR protocol be damned.

Without giving myself time to second-guess, I grabbed Angie's arm and dragged her towards the door in the back of the kitchen.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

I didn't respond, and Angie at least trusted me enough that she didn't put up any more of a fight. Once we made it outside, I glanced up and down the alley, making sure no one else was out here to overhear us. Lucky for me, there wasn't.

I turned back to Angie, who watched me with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. I sighed.

Being an SSR agent was a top secret job, one we weren't supposed to share with anyone. But I'd made up my mind anyway. Besides, this problem had come about because of Jack, so he'd just have to deal with the consequences of my girlfriend knowing.

"Okay, this is going to sound insane, but I need you to hear me out." Angie just waited as I took a deep breath, then began. "I don't really work at the phone company. I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. I'm an agent, and the man who I've been here with is the Chief. He's my friend, and nothing more, and we've been coming here to escape some of the idiots in our office while we work on a case that's been top priority for the past few weeks."

I could see Angie's thoughts written clearly on her face as she struggled to square the fact that she loved me and generally trusted me with the fact that what I was saying was basically unbelievable.

"Y/N..."

"Look." I pulled out my badge and presented it to her proudly, and her face went from deep thought to pleased shock.

"That's... incredible!"

She looked up at me with bright, shining eyes, her mouth open slightly in shock but also tilted in a small smile. I beamed back at her.

"I'm glad you think so. And Angie, just so it's perfectly clear and on the record... I love you. I would never ever go behind your back like that, and I have absolutely no interest in anybody that's not you."

Angie smiled. "I know that. I'm sorry, I just... you've been working so hard, we haven't seen each other much, and I let my coworkers get to me. I love you, and I trust you."

I smiled, then leaned forward to give Angie a soft kiss. We broke apart after a second, both glowing with happiness even in this grimy restaurant alley. Three guesses who busted in to ruin the moment.

"Y/L/N, what the hell are you doing?"

I looked over Angie's shoulder to find Jack standing just outside the door, arms spread wide and an incredulous look on his face. She turned to look at him too, and his gaze drifted to her before coming back to me.

"My girlfriend thought we were dating. I told her we weren't."

"...And you had to rush out into a back alley to say that?"

"Well, I might've also told her I work for the SSR."

Jack stared at me, his eyes widening and his nostrils flaring as he took a long, deep breath. When he let it out, his shoulders slumped, and he just closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Of course you did." He turned to Angie, his gaze hard. "Don't tell anyone, or you'll both be in some very deep shit."

Angie nodded once, and I knew I could trust her. Jack turned back to me.

"Alright, now that you've broken one of the SSR's most important rules, do me a favor and get your ass back inside. Our order'll be at the table any minute, and we have actual problems to solve for the agency instead of cause."

He didn't wait for my response as he turned on his heel and headed back inside. He hesitated just before the door shut behind him, stopping it and poking his head back through to look at my girlfriend.

"Nice to meet you, Angie."

Then, he ducked back inside, clearly expecting me to follow shortly. I just smiled and shook my head. Angie turned back to me, her eyes narrowed and a decidedly less fond smile on her face.

"You know, I don't think I like him."

"Eh, he grows on you. Although, he is basically the number one person Peggy's referencing when she talks about her fathead male coworkers."

"Hold on. Peggy's a part of this too? That makes so much sense!"

"Shit. Forget I told you that."

Angie just cackled in glee as I slung an arm across her shoulders and we started back inside. I'd have to remember to tell Peggy that Angie was officially in the loop, although Ange probably would've put the pieces together in a matter of minutes after something she and Peggy had gone through together before I got to the SSR.

Now, at least, all of my favorite people were in the loop on all the important things in my life. I certainly couldn't be happier.

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death-isnt-surprising · 1 year

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Peggy: I don't know what I'd do without you, Angie. Angie: Well, for starters, you'd have to cook your own dinner.

#IT'S A CRIME THAT I FORGOT ABOUT THEM #peggy carter #angie martinelli #agent carter #cartinelli #peggy carter and angie martinelli #peggy carter x angie martinelli #imagine your otp #incorrect quotes #otp incorrect quotes #femslash #awww they really make me smile #just look at them

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singswan-springswan · 2 years

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This is my first time doing art from start to finish in Adobe fresco and I am totally awed by the results. Yes, this is me caving and illustrating that random selkie!Jack AU I wrote last night because I lack a spine. I love Jack’s nose. But also I hate it. Why is it so beautiful and yet so complicated at the same time.

Also if anyone knows, it’s going to be Angie come on now.

#jack thompson #jack thompson imagine #ssr agent jack thompson #agent carter #agent carter series #agent carter au #selkie au #jack thompson is a selkie #for no reason #angie martinelli #I bet being a mythical creature from the sea really came in handy for jack while he served in the navy whad'ya bet #he's so cute bless him #singswan-springswan art

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holistic-alcoholic · 2 years

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Since I got unbanned and my posts will show in the tags, have a weird Peggy & Tony prompt!

It’s around the 50s, and Peggy gets involved in all kinds of weird dangerous shit: she’s basically what SHIELD is but one person (plus Mr. Jarvis!). Somehow a crazy scientist kidnaps her and wants to clone her or whatever (handwavey evil science). He manages to freeze her egg (and tried to create sperm from her DNA and make a baby, it’s weird, whatever), then she escapes and arrests him. But then she thinks: oh, it’s actually a great technology if it would work for women who don’t want to have children just yet, or lend it to someone. What if I will want kids later? And leaves it be.

Years later, she starts living with Angie as a wife and wife, and decides she doesn’t want kids, ever, so when (unmarried) Howard comes to her and says hey I need an heir and all the girls I’m sleeping with don’t have genes good enough, she, well, punches him for being a dick, but then agrees. And doesn’t participate in the kid’s life for years. She and Howard aren’t that close at this moment: he started his alcoholism, but for old times’ sake she agrees to the kid idea.

Ten years come, and she gets a call from Mr. Jarvis, telling her to come, because he doesn’t think he can fix it. Peggy doesn’t understand what he’s talking about but comes and sees baby Tony. Very clearly abused. So, obviously, she punches Howard in the face, takes the kid, and leaves (he can’t stop her, she has great chances for custody).

She still doesn’t want kids, though, so Tony & her have a weird relationship, mainly where she gets home from a long work trip, teaches him to shoot a gun, awkwardly pats his head, and goes away. He both loves her for getting him away from Howard and blames her for not being around a lot, but mainly they’re okay, better in the future.

But, basically, Tony gets raised by the Jarvises and Angie. And Angie adores him. She’s a great step-mom! She’s also an actress and loves nicknaming, so later Tony always says that he got his drama tendencies and nicknames from her.

But, well. It gets very crazy and fun and soap-opera-y in 2012.

#peggy carter #tony stark #peggy & tony #angie martinelli #prompt #idk it's probably weird #but tony & peggy has their similarities and it's very fun to imagine their dynamics as mother/son #also #for the sake of fucking with steve #I'm imagining Peggy not telling him anything and listening with a poker face how he talks about Tony #and then Tony makes tons of horrible step-dad jokes that no one gets #or the reveal that starts with #firstly I want to note that my parents never slept with each other and I don't want you to assume it for a second #:D

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faeriecap · 2 years

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imagine if agent Carter got a season three and wasn't directed by cowards:

episode one could open up with one of their signature music montages they were so good at

except it's like a totally 1950s nuclear family morning routine involving Peggy and Sousa to paper moon by dion and the belmonts

and the lighting is all yellows and greens and reds and pinks and it's super colorized and bright and cheery

and then it plot twists to her and Angie secretly being together and Peggy doing her agent business

and the lighting is all blues and pinks and purples and greys but it's still so smoothly cut and happy

and Sousa knows too but he doesn't care bc they’re not in a real marriage and it's all tongue and cheek

#i speak #pegs #angie <3 #angie martinelli #peggy carter #cartinelli #agent carter #agent carter season 3 #daniel sousa #wlw #captain america #marvel #mcu #cartinelli imagine #cartinelli headcanon #wlw headcanon

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emerysaks · 8 months

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Angie the kind, sarcastic vet and Peggy with the overly dramatic golden retriever.

Sorry it took a while, but I hope you enjoy it @poppyseedjunky

Puppy Love

Puppy Love - EmerySaks7 - Agent Carter (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Peggy Carter was beginning to think she and her recently acquired companion would never be seen. After arriving more than half an hour ago, she had been ushered into a small exam room where she and her charge sat and waited.

Finally, the door opened. A petite woman with light brown walked in with a tablet in her hand. She wore a white coat with stitching over the left pocket. Dr. Angela Martinelli, DVM. She smiled at Peggy and then bent down to pat the dog that rushed toward her, tail wagging back and forth as it pawed excitedly at her coat.

"Well, hello to you, sweetie."

She looked back up at Peggy. "Hi, I'm Dr. Martinelli. I'll take care of your kiddo today. What brings you in?"

Peggy smiled as the golden retriever continued to lavish the veterinarian with affection. "I'd like to get a wellness exam done for her and ensure she's healthy."

Dr. Martinelli beamed and glanced at the chart on the counter. "Excellent! How old is your dog?"

"I don't know," Peggy admitted. "I found her nine weeks ago and have been trying to find her owner ever since."

"You've been fostering her for nine weeks?" Dr. Martinelli looked up from the chart." That's impressive."

Peggy frowned. "It is?"

"Most people try for a few days and then either rehome the dog or take it to the pound." She smiled at Peggy.

"Oh, I couldn't bear to take her to the pound," Peggy said. "I had her scanned for a chip, but she doesn't have one."

"Fliers?"

"They're plastered throughout my neighborhood," Peggy confirmed. "I also posted her picture across social media." She laughed. "I didn't realize there were so many pet groups and websites."

Dr. Martinelli grinned. "So many! But that's the best way to get her information out there if someone is looking for her."

Peggy sighed. "I haven't had a single promising lead, though."

"Sometimes people dump dogs." The vet, whose tag read Dr. Martinelli, sighed. "It stinks, but there's not much you can do about it." She leaned down and scratched the dog behind her ears. "She's sweet, though."

Peggy smiled. "She is, but she's loud."

Dr. Martinelli laughed. "Of course! She's a golden retriever."

Peggy shrugged. "Is that normal for the breed?"

"It is," Dr. Martinelli nodded. "Does she grunt a lot?"

Peggy's mouth dropped open. "Yes! I thought perhaps something was wrong with her, so I brought her in today."

Dr. Martinelli shook her head. "Perfectly normal. It's how they communicate." She knelt in front of the dog and examined her teeth. "Great dental, hardly any tartar buildup." She ran her hands over the dog's coat and felt its belly. "She seems to be in great shape. Young, too. I wouldn't say more than two years old."

"Does she need shots or worming or..." Peggy waved a hand. "Whatever it is that dogs need?"

Dr. Martinelli stood up and chuckled. "First time?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only to a trained professional," the doctor grinned.

Peggy felt her cheeks redden. She knew nothing about caring for a dog; now, the adorable veterinarian knew it, too.

Dr. Martinelli placed a hand against Peggy's arm. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Mrs. Carter. We all have to start somewhere."

"It's Miss," Peggy instantly corrected her. "And please, call me Peggy." Was it her imagination, or did Dr. Martinelli perk up at that information?

"Well, Peggy," the doctor smiled, "You're doing great. I assume you're keeping her until you find her owner?"

Peggy nodded.

"In that case, I recommend we do a few small things like basic vaccinations and worming to ensure she's healthy and safe while she lives with you. A second dose won't hurt her if she's had the vaccines. And, if you end up keeping her, it's one less thing you have to come back for." Dr. Martinelli paused and gazed at her. "Of course, that's only if you decide to use our clinic for her primary care."

Peggy felt her face grow warm. Dr. Martinelli's affable nature put her at ease. It also didn't hurt that she had the most adorable dimples, which appeared whenever she smiled.

"I hadn't gotten that far, Dr. Martinelli," Peggy admitted.

"It's Angie," she told her, and the dimples came out in full force.

"Angie," Peggy echoed. "How lovely."

"Thank you," Angie laughed. "Now," she said, lowering herself before the dog. "How about you sit with your foster mom, and I'll be back with some shots in a few minutes?"

Peggy watched the dog excitedly wag its tail before giving Angie a wet kiss.

"Such a good girl," Angie cooed.

Peggy smiled. "Goldie does that to me all the time, too."

"Goldie?" Angie looked up at Peggy.

Peggy blushed. "It's what I've been calling her."

"You named the dog?" Angie teased.

"Well, I could hardly keep calling her Dog."

"Uh-huh," Angie said. She stood back up and grabbed her tablet. "I'll be back with the shots, and then we can talk more about Goldie and her future care."

Peggy blinked. "But, I'm not sure I'm keeping her."

"I see."

"What?"

Angie smirked. "You're not keeping the dog you've already named."

Peggy rolled her eyes. "Are you always this sarcastic to your patients?"

Angie stepped through the door and smiled. "Only to the ones I really like," she told her before closing the door.

Peggy stood there, grinning like an idiot. Goldie barked at her, and Peggy looked down. "I like her, too, girl," she murmured. "Maybe we should ask her on a doggy date when she returns?"

Goldie licked Peggy's hand and then pushed her head against her palm.

"Yes, I like you, too," Peggy told her.

Goldie looked up at her with wide eyes, and Peggy relented. "All right. I might even love you, but that's not public information. Okay?"

Goldie barked in response, and Peggy laughed, knowing that all her secrets were safe with her new friend.

#cartinelli #angie martinelli #peggy carter #modern au #prompt #fanfic #marvel #emery saks #dogs #rescue dogs #flirty #first meeting

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revenginators · 6 months

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What You Will

by knowledgeiscake

Chapters: 20

Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, James "Bucky" Barnes/Alexander Pierce, Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, James "Bucky" Barnes, Angie Martinelli, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nick Fury

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Theatre, Alternate Universe - Actors, Abusive Relationships, (Not stucky or cartinelli), Anxiety, Shakespeare in the Park, Trans Character, Theatre, Head Injury, romcom typical miscommunications, References to Shakespeare

Summary:

"Listen here, Rogers," were her first words, "I won't be upstaged by your rippling muscles, chiseled jaw, or sparkling eyes. I'm the lead in this show and don't you forget it, buster."

They both managed to keep straight faces for about five seconds before bursting into hysterical laughter. "Shit!" Peggy sputtered between giggles, "Can you imagine?"

A very self-indulgent Shakespeare in the Park AU.

#stucky fic #stucky #cartinelli #cartinelli fic #stucky au

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infcinity · 2 years

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angie & dottie ! continued from here ,, @thestrangeoncs

those angry words, that familiar voice … dottie knew it could only belong to one person. angie martinelli, the wannabe actress. she’s recognise that voice anywhere, mostly because she’d heard it so frequently during her time at the griffith. in all her life, dottie had never met someone so opposed to silence. evidently, peggy had told her all the juicy details about who dottie really was, but that didn’t mean dottie wasn’t going to play dumb. ‘ angie ! oh my goodness, i’m so happy you’re here. ’ she flashed her teeth, before switching to her innocent look, ‘ i see you’ve been talking to peggy. i don’t know what happened, one minute we were friends, next minute she was accusing me of being some kind of communist spy — i mean, can you imagine… me ? ’ dottie chuckled to herself, ‘ she is such a silly goose ! ′

she had once believed that dottie had been another enthusiastic young girl like she had been, coming to the big apple to make a life for herself, but she soon realised that it was the exact opposite of that. “look, I know you might think I’m stupid, but I’m not,” angie made a face as she looked at the other. “you’re not as innocent as you seem to put across,” the brunette crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the other - she was going to need to be cautious, she didn’t exactly know how dangerous she really was, but from the little things she’d heard, she needed to be careful. “yeah, I’ve been talking to peggy, of course I have, you tried to kill her and you killed so many other people,”

#interactions [ angie ]#( dottie. )#hwevent13 #murder mention tw #just making this into a new thread for tracking purposes !!

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ao3feed-peggysous · 2 years

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Agent Carter: Phantom Pain

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/boyQ5sf

by Mitchi_476

In a blink of the eye, Peggy Carter's world turns upside down. Jack Thompson is shot and the SSR is ending. Dottie is still on the wind, but for how long will she survive? Seemingly loose threads lead to a web of intrigue she could never have imagined. One that involves her long dead brother, Michael, who has now returned to the land of the living.

The chessboard is reset. A new game has begun.

Words: 7163, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of The Invaders

Fandoms: Agent Carter (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Agent Carter (Marvel Short Film), Invaders (Marvel), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Fantastic Four, Black Widow (Comics), Winter Soldier (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark, Ana Jarvis, Angie Martinelli, Dottie Underwood, Michael Carter (Marvel), Roger Aubrey, Original Female Character(s), Emily Gower (OC), Brian Falsworth, Jacqueline Falsworth-Crichton, John Flynn (Marvel), Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Jack Thompson (Marvel), Rose Roberts, Aloysius Samberly, Jason Wilkes, Donald Blake (Marvel), Whitney Frost, Joseph Manfredi, Vernon Masters, Hugh Jones, Mortimer Hayes, Cassandra Romulus, Ivan Petrovich Bezukhov, Vasily Karpov, Johnny Storm, Howling Commandos, Chester Phillips

Relationships: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa, Ana Jarvis/Edwin Jarvis, Angie Martinelli/Howard Stark, Michael Carter & Peggy Carter, Peggy Carter & Jack Thompson, Roger Aubrey/Michael Carter, Michael Carter & Emily Gower (OC)

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Canon Continuation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Action/Adventure, Espionage, Thriller, Cold War, World War II, Flashbacks, Period Typical Attitudes, Cast full of gay, Queer Character, Gay Character, Bisexual Character, Black Character(s), Vampires, Hydra (Marvel), Gun Violence, Mind Control, Possession, Gunshot Wounds, physical violence, Nazi Germany, Soviet Union, Occult, End of the SSR, Beginning of S.H.I.E.L.D, Family Issues

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/boyQ5sf

#ao3feed #fanfic #agent carter #peggysous #peggy carter

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Angie Martinelli x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: “I love you”

Summary: Y/N is becoming a doctor, dammit, no matter what prejudiced idiots in the 40s want to try to stop her. With one final hurdle to clear before getting admission to med school, however, she's about to drop from all the studying and sheer exhaustion. Fortunately for her, she's not in it alone.

Word Count: 1,283

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I sighed as I stared holes into the book in front of me without really seeing any of the words. I'd been studying for so long, everything had lost all meaning.

Since the age of seven, when I'd seen my dad save somebody's life with CPR at a neighborhood event, I'd wanted to be a doctor. Unfortunately, as a woman in the 40s, med schools weren't exactly lining up to admit me. Every step of my life, I'd had to work ten times as hard as all the men around me. But I'd managed to make it pay off. If I passed my final entrance exam, I'd officially be into med school and on my way to becoming a certified, practicing doctor.

One more exam. That mantra had kept me going all week as I kept my head in the books, but now, I could barely understand half the words as they floated through my mind.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I could do this. The test was tomorrow, and I just needed to do a little more revision before calling it a night and getting some sleep.

It took me longer than I would've liked to pry my eyes back open, but I finally managed it. I almost started crying at the thought of trying to read my book and understand it, but before the tears could fall, my guardian angel swept in to save the day.

"Hey, Y/N. Are you with me?"

I dragged my attention away from my book to see my wonderful girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, staring down at me with her hands on her hips. I'd been holed up in my apartment for most of the week, so Angie had invited me to study at the Automat for a change of scenery instead. Her general presence was the only reason I'd made it this far before my complete shutdown.

"I'm with you," I sighed. "Most of the world and my books are blurry and I don't think I understand words anymore, but I'm with you."

Angie sighed. She quickly looked around, and when she found the Automat mostly empty, she slid into the seat next to me.

"Honey, I love you, and I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished, but I think you need to call it a night. I came over here because you look like a zombie at this table. You can't ace the test if you're in too bad of shape to even take it."

I sighed. "I know, I know. You're right. I just need to finish this chapter, and then I'll call it a day."

"Okay, no. You just said you don't understand words anymore, that's a pretty damn good sign that you need to stop what you're doing immediately. Have you even eaten today?"

"...Am I gonna be in trouble if I say no?"

Angie just sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. She stayed like that for a minute, then turned to look at me.

"Alright, here's the plan," she said. I stared back at her, about two seconds away from just keeling over, but my heart still swelled with love just seeing Angie. "I'm gonna go back into the kitchen and make you some scrambled eggs and toast. You're going to trade me your books for a nice, hot meal, and then I'm gonna clock out and we're both gonna go home where you will get some rest."

I hesitated, glancing at the books on my table, but my head started pounding within seconds of seeing them. I grimaced and shut the books at last, then turned to my girlfriend.

"I love you."

She smiled. "I love you too." She squeezed my hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, then stood.

"I'll be right back with some food."

I nodded, then gathered up and stacked my books. I pushed them to a corner of the table, then kicked back on the bench seat of the diner to watch Angie in the kitchen. She was a force of nature, and any time one of her coworkers tried to question her, she shooed them off with the fire and ferocity that had made me fall in love with her in the first place.

Once she finished, she came back to me, two plates in hand. She slid into the seat next to me and passed me the first plate, the one with a little more food.

"Thank you, Angie," I said, leaning into her as I took my first bite. It was absolutely delicious, and I swear I felt the tension melt out of my shoulders.

"You're welcome. Somebody's gotta keep you on your feet so you can go save everybody else, right?"

I just hummed. We sat shoulder to shoulder as we at our food in comfortable silence, then when we finished, Angie took both our plates to the kitchen. As promised, she clocked out, then came back and picked up my giant stack of books.

"If I bring these home with us instead of dumping them somewhere in the kitchen, can you promise me you won't try to go back to them in the middle of the night or something?" she asked. I sighed and nodded my head. Now that I had food in my stomach, the exhaustion was really starting to set in. "Good. Then let's get outta here, huh?"

She shifted the books into one arm, then held out her free hand for me. I smiled as I slid out of the booth and took it, pulling her close to me. We walked for the doors of the Automat, hand-in-hand and shoulder to shoulder.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me," I muttered, leaning over to press a kiss just below her ear as we stumbled into the cool night air. Angie blushed.

"Well, you always take such good care of everybody else, me included," she said. "Somebody's gotta be around to take care of you, too."

She paused, and I squeezed her hand a little tighter as we walked the few blocks to her apartment. Then she continued, speaking up with barely a block left to go.

"I'm just glad it's me taking care of you and not Sarah, or some other girl who'd do a terrible job."

I smiled and gently leaned into Angie, using just enough of my weight to push her off the sidewalk and behind one of the Griffith's big, decorative bushes. She clutched my books in her arms to keep from dropping them as I leaned in, her back against the stone of the building.

"I'm glad it's you, too," I said, leaning in further with every word. "Nobody else comes close to being as amazing, wonderful, and drop dead gorgeous as you."

She grinned as I finished closing the distance between us and kissed her, hard. Despite everything trying to knock me down or exhaust me to the point of quitting, Angie always kept me going. I loved her, and I wanted to make sure she knew just how much.

We both needed to go to bed, and I had a massive test in the morning, so we couldn't get too carried away. But I was damn sure going to savor every second I could get with her. Tonight, and hopefully for the rest of our lives.

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I Came Back For You

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Steve Rogers didn't like going into this without a plan, but there was so much at stake and there were so many things that could go wrong. He knew where to go and that he only wanted her... | Peggy never imagined she would come home to find her lost love waiting on her front porch. She never expected to feel the way he made her feel ever again... | My (first) version post-Endgame reunion.

Words: 4734, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agent Carter (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Angie Martinelli, Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark, Violet (Agent Carter TV), Daniel Sousa, Jason Wilkes, Ana Jarvis

Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Past Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daniel sousa #agent carter

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singswan-springswan · 2 years

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Mama mia, here I go again!

It was a woeful day for the New York Bell Company. Not for any particularly disastrous reason, really, but Peggy was on sick leave. Which meant no one was taking lunch orders. Jack knew Peggy wasn’t really sick—he knew she was actually out shopping—but he wasn’t a snitch, so he said nothing when the wave of complaints washed through the office at eleven-thirty sharp. SSR agents were a punctual bunch, if not the most organized. They probably could have assigned the classic Marge-Duty to some green recruit, but no one thought to do it until the desks had been wholly vacated.

Everyone went off in their own way, hunting down whatever lunch option they fancied most. A good majority of the agents filtered out to delis, cafés, or other quick orders they could carry back to work, but Jack had a lengthy break, since he’d be working a late shift. So he had time to decide.

After a brisk lap around the block, and a leisurely taxi ride, Jack eventually plopped himself in a foamy-green booth at the local automat. Looking around, he found he remembered the place. Peggy slugged him unconscious in the back alley here. Quaint.

In any case, this joint had an offensive color scheme—which meant the service was bound to be sub-par, and the food either divine or poor at best. It was worth a try. Jack had time to kill, anyway. He didn’t look forward to returning to his cases yet. They’d reached a dreadfully boresome stage.

Tossing his jacket on the booth beside him, Jack settled in and propped a menu between his hands. This was a very basic automat, it seemed. Nothing here had surprised him yet. He’d been made uncomfortable, yes (these booths were not decent lounge material), and disenchanted (he could count the water marks on the ceiling with both hands), but nothing had yet caught his eye in an especially positive way.

“By gosh! Agent Seal Man!”

Jack jumped in surprise. He may or may not have banged his knee against the bottom of the table. But men don’t feel pain, so he pretended nothing happened haha. “Ah!” The menu fell flat with a crisp slap.

A young woman had materialized at the end of the booth. Her simple uniform matched the horrid colors of the furniture around the diner, and her honeyed hair was pulled into smart curls away from her fair face. She had a bright sparkle in her skylight eyes.

Jack was tempted to groan. “Angie?” He ground out instead. Of course it was just luck that she worked here, of all the possible places in New York for a girl like her to work.

She flashed him a winning smile, clearly pleased. “That’s my name, sugar! What brings you to this part of town?”

Was she serious? Why was she being so amiable? So chipper? They weren’t old friends. Sure, they’d come to a very personal and mutual agreement that one time on the beach, but it didn’t mean they had a special bond. Jack would like to avoid her if he could, despite maybe possibly finding her to be fun company. Would it be rude to get up and walk out now? He still had plenty of time to find a new place to eat.

But the thought of Angie’s crestfallen expression made him hesitate. For whatever reason, she did express genuine warmth towards him, and he sensed that she’d take it to heart if he behaved boorishly. Then she would no doubt act callous in any future encounters, and though her promise ensured her physical incapacity to spill his secret, there were certainly other ways for her to spite him. She’d probably tattle to Peggy. Then Jack would be in for a long-haul of suffering.

So his arse stayed planted in the booth. But he wasn’t happy about it. With a resigned wince, he scooped up the menu again and tapped it against the tabletop. “Lunch break.” He sighed, closing his eyes to gather what meager patience he had.

“Well fancy that!” She whipped out a pad and pen. “Can I get’cha started with something to drink?”

“A tall glass of peace and quiet.” He grumbled.

She scribbled a quick note. “Large black coffee, sure thing. Ready to order yet?”

At least she was to-the-point. Jack wasn’t sure he had the energy to handle a lengthy conversation with her. By the time he’d finished his delicious reuben sandwich, she’d wasted no time mincing her words with him, giving his booth the space he’d requested. It was a gesture he hadn’t expected, but immensely appreciated nonetheless. Maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all—even if Angie was here.

“All finished, darling?” She swooped out of the blue to collect his empty plate.

“Sure.” He frowned. “Don’t call me that.”

Pausing for once, Angie gave him a curious look, raising one brow in a high arch. “Well, I’ve gotta call you something. Would you prefer ‘sir’? Or ‘mister’?”

Jack couldn’t help making a face. She was patronizing him on purpose, he was certain. “Please don’t.”

Her lips quickly twitched into an easy smile. “How about ‘sailor’? You served in the navy, isn’t that right?”

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

“I think it suits you.”

“Angie…”

“Say, this is quite a lengthy lunch break you’re on. Got time for dessert?”

Jack was very tempted to say no. He didn’t really want to spend longer in this automat than what could be considered strictly polite. But he didn’t have to be back at the office for another half hour. And he was craving something sweet. If this place’s pastries were half as good as the rest of their food, he wouldn’t mind suffering Angie’s presence for a little while longer.

“...I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

She brightened. “Right on!” Without warning, she looped her free arm through his and pulled him to his feet. “Choose from the wall over here. We’ve got the best pies.”

Jack made a mild noise of protest at being towed around. He really shouldn’t be surprised by it, at this point. Angie was one spontaneous soul.

“Do seals like pie?”

Jack made a point of scowling at the glass instead of Angie, though he doubted the attention would deter her. “I’m not a seal.” He gruffed.

“Right, right.” She cleared her throat and shuffled his dishes off to a nearby busser.

The key-lime slice looked decent, but Jack wasn’t in the mood for merengue. Maybe an apple? Did they have apple pie? Yes, there. The top right. A nickel for the apple pie. Angie snuck a coin in the slot before Jack could even think to dig through his pockets.

“But you are a fair swimmer.” She popped the drawer open and pulled the dessert out. “My treat.” Was her simple explanation when he looked at her confused. “You must go swimming often, right?”

“Thanks.” Jack curtly accepted the plate. “No.”

“Oh no?”

“I’m busy.” He said shortly.

“Oh.” Was that pity on her pretty face? Disgusting. “What a shame. I figured… you enjoy it.”

“Yes.” He swiveled on his heels and wandered back towards his booth.

“Aw gee!” That was definitely pity. “Come on over, sailor.” She took his arm again and pulled him to the counter. Jack had resigned himself to her attentiveness.

Under her dotage, he plopped onto a bar stool and set his pie down. Angie procured a hefty tub of whipped cream. She proceeded to generously dollop his plate with the heavenly white fluff, disregarding the frowns from her coworkers. “You tell me when to quit.” Was her mandate.

Just to spite her, Jack stayed silent until his pie was buried. She soon stopped and gave him a questioning look.

“Dear me, sailor. Lighten up! Don’t you like pie?”

“Sure, when I’m not being pampered.” To be honest, he enjoyed the attention. He just didn’t like why he was getting it. Angie was only acting this way because of her fascination with his selkie nature—there could be no other explanation. And even though she couldn’t tell anyone about it, the scrutiny was still a little unnerving.

She frowned. For a moment, she said nothing, then, “You need more friends.”

Jack lurched back with a sputter. “Excuse me?”

“I’m only trying to be nice, and you’ve got no idea how to handle it.”

“Now hang on—”

An unimpressed look was all he got.

“If you’re just going to insult me, I’ll take this back to my booth.” Why did she have to say that? Jack had plenty of friends, though most were fair-weather and shallow at best. Besides, even if he didn’t, her criticism wasn’t the least bit convincing him to change that. He scooped up his plate of whipped cream and spun on his heel.

And his gut bottomed out.

For a lengthened period of time, he stood there frozen, frowning at the booth he’d previously occupied, trying to recall with a furious alarm whether he’d actually been sitting somewhere else…

“Forgot where you were?” Angie drawled helpfully.

Jack stepped back, elbow bumping the counter, slowly setting his plate down with the steadiest hands he could manage. Surely he was mistaken. Surely he wasn’t looking hard enough. But his memory was crystal clear, and he knew that that was his spot, but it was empty and his deep, slow breaths were losing more of their effect the longer he blinked and clenched his jaw.

“My jacket’s gone.”

“Hmm?”

Jack turned to her perhaps a little too urgently. He noted her perplexion, then whipped back around in hopes of freshening his view. It didn’t work. There was no jacket at the table where he’d been sitting. It wasn’t on the ground, it wasn’t in any of the adjacent booths, it wasn’t in the arms of another customer lingering about the room. It was gone. Along with the man who’d been eating behind Jack. He’d had a shifty air about him.

“My jacket—” Jack crossed the distance with long strides, placing a fast grip on the seatback for emphasis. “Wasn’t I sitting here?”

When he looked, Angie was then sporting concern upon her pretty brow. She drifted around the bar to pace closer. “Yes, that’s right. Did you leave it in the booth?”

He had, only leaving it alone to get up for the pie… “I didn’t move it.” He insisted.

Angie propped her hands on her hips. “Huh.”

Jack tried to even out his breathing. How could he be so inattentive? How could he not have noticed suspicious personnel in the diner? Why did he have to turn his back for even a moment? Why did he indulge Angie? He should have known better than that! Now his jacket could be on its way miles from him, with a person he didn’t know, and he might never see it again! This was horrible!

“Someone must have taken it.” Angie said regretfully.

The unmistakable pinching pressure in Jack’s chest affirmed her statement. Already, his whole body itched with a compelling desire to comply, and submit, and relegate himself to freaking servitude—and he was very much not a fan.

“I hope you didn’t have any valuables in there.”

Jack scrambled to pull his wallet out. He tossed a ten on the table. “I have to find it. That jacket is priceless.”

“Family heirloom?”

He had his keys, his hat, yes. Everything was in order. The pie would have to be left behind. “No. It’s a little more important than that.”

Angie jolted out to grab his arm before he could run for the door. “Hang on, sailor. Just wait a minute. You’re about to have a heart attack.” She squinted at his pallor. “Try breathing.”

Jack scowled at her. Forget manners; he’d much rather risk the wrath of Peggy than lose his skin for good. “Let go!” He hissed. “This is serious!”

“It’s only a coat.”

“It’s my coat.” He managed to jerk free. She tailed him straight out the door.

“I know that! But surely panicking won’t solve the issue.”

“I’m not panicking.” He huffed through gritted teeth. It was halfway a lie.

“You’re not likely to find it. Anyone could have it now.”

“Too bad. I’m trying anyway.”

“Why?”

Jack shot a glare over his shoulder. She was still following him, right down the street in her turquoise uniform and low black heels. Concern and confusion shone clear on her dollish face.

“It’s my skin.” He snapped. “My seal skin. The only one I have.”

His answer didn’t change her expression much, but she didn’t hesitate. “I’ll help you look.”

The immediacy of her reply caught Jack off guard. Arguably, he didn’t need her help. Whoever had his jacket must be close—close enough for him to sense a pull from the bottom of his sternum—and if he was quick, he should be able to track them down. Besides, wasn’t Angie in the middle of a shift? She’d walked out of work like it was nothing.

“I don’t need your help.”

“But you could use it.” She insisted. “Listen, I don’t know much about selkies, so just fill me in. It’ll be more efficient if there are two of us.”

There were many holes in her claim, starting primarily with the fact that she was a woman and therefore not intimidating to a gutsy thief. She was also a civilian and had no formal training when it came to street sweeps. She had no idea how important this coat was. She had no idea what sort of effect it had on Jack. How could she possibly help him?

But she wasn’t going to leave him. Some small, shriveled, and pathetically neglected shadowy recess of his mind took comfort in that thought.

With a reluctant swallow, he pushed the bitter comments on his tongue further down and acknowledged Angie with a small nod.

“It changes shape.” He muttered. “It might not be a jacket anymore.”

Angie took it in stride. Once again, she looped their arms together and marched along the sidewalk. “Alright, will any part of it look the same?”

“The color. And the texture. It’ll still be glossy, like a skin.”

“Is it really seal skin?”

“Yes. I can’t shift without it.”

That earned him a cynical side-eye. “You’re stuck as a human without it?”

“Unfortunately.”

She cringed in sympathy, which surprised Jack a little bit. “How long can you go without it?”

“Technically forever, but it’s not pleasant. Especially if it’s in someone else’s possession.”

“Why does that make a difference?”

He hesitated to tell her. A good deal of people who knew anything about selkies knew this key tidbit of information, and finding someone ignorant was a little bit refreshing. At the same time, Angie seemed like the stubborn type. If he didn’t tell her, she’d find out. Besides. She’d treated him well. There was a good chance she wouldn’t use the knowledge against him in any truly harmful manner—and even if she did, Jack liked to think Peggy’s vengeance worked both ways. (Neither of his assertions were solid in the least bit. But that was nothing new).

“I have a compelling urge to obey whoever has it.”

“What do you mean?” She fired back quickly, not missing a beat. “Don’t you have a choice?”

“It’s kinda hard to resist.”

“Then we’d better find it quickly.”

Her cool temperament impressed him, though he’d never admit as much out loud. Jack sincerely appreciated the readiness she exuded.

“Do you have any sort of connection to it?” She thought to wonder.

“A little. I have a sense of when it’s close.”

“And?”

“I think it’s still close.”

“I’m sorry I waltzed you around the automat. That man probably wouldn’t have taken it if I didn’t keep you for so long.”

In truth, Angie was nowhere near at fault. Jack had allowed himself to be distracted by her. He’d let his guard down, he’d turned his back, and now he was dealing with the consequences. “Don’t worry about it.” He muttered.

“How close are we talking here? Three blocks? Two?”

“Probably five. If he was smart, he’ll hail a cab and book it. Let’s hope he left his brains at home today.”

They ended up parting halfway down the street. Jack had doubts about Angie’s ability to identify his skin—and even more about the contingent scenario in which she acquired it but refused to give it up—but he knew he was in a tight spot, and he had to cut his losses. She could still potentially be useful. He couldn’t afford to become further distracted by his loyal anxieties. If he didn’t find his skin soon—well, he’d rather not think about it. The minimal fear of losing his real form forever was enough motivation to hone his focus.

It seemed close to hours passing as he combed the streets, scanning every alley, every window, every open door. He felt like a looney and looked like one too, but he didn’t care. He knew his skin was close. The steady pressure in his chest confirmed it. But he had very little sense of direction, and every second that passed only added to his growing panic, until he was skipping every other step, almost at a broken run.

By some miracle, the pounding of his heart didn’t ruin his hearing. It was Angie’s voice, down an adjacent alleyway, loud and agitated. Jack scrambled towards the sound. The twinge in his chest tweaked.

“I’m not messing around! Hand it over!”

A thickly accented voice gruffed back. “What the heck is wrong with you, lady?”

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

“It don’t belong to you either!”

“Give it!”

“You’re out of your mind!”

Jack turned the corner just in time to appreciate the scene. The man from the booth behind him at lunch was enclosed there, pink in the face and scowling (Angie had that effect on people, it seemed). And there, draped over one arm, Jack’s skin hung limp and lifeless—still a jacket by some wonder.

Angie had boxed the man in with unapologetic authority. Jack skidded to a halt behind her.

Without warning, she swooped down and snatched an empty Smirnoff bottle off the ground. She smashed it on the wall, not hesitating a second to jab her new weapon at the thief with fire in her eyes.

“Listen here, mister! I’m not playing games! Either you give me the jacket now or I—”

“Woah woah, easy!” Jack decided to make his presence known with a firm hand to Angie’s shoulder. Not the smartest move, since she almost cut him in the face before she saw it was him. But Jack wasn’t notorious for restraint. “I’m sure there’s no need for violence.”

“You!” The man spat angrily.

“Yes, me.” Hopefully projecting a laid-back, collected ease on top of his volatile anxiety would give Jack the upper hand in this situation. In any case, he wasn’t trusting Angie to remain calm. She still looked like she’d commit battery at the drop of a hat. Jack kept a solid grip on her. “Sorry for the trouble, but I believe you have something of mine.”

The man jabbed a finger at Jack. “You back off!” He ordered.

A profound urge to cease speaking to the perp and walk away washed through Jack’s bloodstream, much to his annoyance. He held his ground with clenched teeth.

“Don’t tell him what to do!” Angie barked right back, brandishing her glass. She strained against Jack’s hold. “You dirty piece of scum! Just give him his coat!”

Boldly (stupidly), the man raised his chin. “And what if I don’t?”

“I’ll mess you up!”

Jack squeezed hard. “Alright, angel, let’s take it easy.”

She made a cute, indignant noise.

“This poor chap doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into.”

“What are you talking about?” The thief demanded.

But Jack still found himself unable to speak in his direction, so he continued with Angie. “Jail time for grand larceny is five years.” He explained. “And we’ve got two witnesses to a redhanded culprit—”

“What!” The man broke out. “Ain’t no way this jacket’s worth that much!”

Angie caught on quickly. “Oh really? Well then I guess you'll have no problem giving it up. Or should he just arrest you and settle this in court?”

“Him? Arrest—” A nervous scoff. “You can’t arrest me.You’re not an officer.”

“No,” Angie reached around Jack’s hips and unclipped his badge with her free hand. She shoved it forward with a sneer. “He’s a federal agent!”

The evidence, at least, was enough to make him balk. Between a shiny badge, and Angie’s unhinged malice, the thief finally swallowed his pride and conceded.

“Alright! Alright!” He stuttered. “For pete’s sake, just tone it down.” Hands shaking, he flung the jacket away towards them, taking off without a second to spare.

Relief was immediate. Jack snagged his coat from the air and tangibly relaxed, almost slumping forward when the tension of the bond dissolved. He felt like he could breathe again. The familiar silky soothe of his skin in his hands was an unparalleled comfort.

“Hey!” He yelled down the street when he came to his senses. “I see you again, you won’t be so lucky!” Hopefully the weasel’s face would stay fresh in Jack’s mind so he could uphold that threat. He meant it.

Angie tossed her bottle aside with a frown. “Not going to arrest him?” She sounded disappointed.

Jack snorted out the front half of a laugh. After the whole ordeal, he was exhausted, and his lunch break was ten minutes expired. “No. He ain’t worth the time. I have better things to do.”

“Like what?” She clipped his badge back in place. Wow. Brazen woman.

Some twisted, tired kind of smile made its way to his lips. “If I recall, there’s still a pie I need to eat.”

Dooley would be annoyed, but he wouldn’t be surprised. Jack would make it up to him with an extra hour tonight. In the meantime, he felt in dire need of some decompression—so it was back to the automat with Angie on his arm.

After a near scare with her boss—yelling at her for ditching in the middle of a shift—Jack intervened with another flash of his badge and got her off the hook. The plate of whipped cream was only a little melted in the tepid springtime warmth, and he sincerely enjoyed his soggy slice of apple pie beneath it.

Jack was just finishing at the bar when the door chimed and a familiar dame strode in. She looked the picture of health, as he’d suspected. Three paper bags hung on each arm, a red pair of glasses perched high on her upheld nose, and each coiffe of her shiny brunette hair was positively immaculate despite the middle-aged day. Jack was not surprised. He waved with his fork.

She gave him a stern look and flicked her shades down an inch. “Thompson.” Was the curt acknowledgement.

“Hiya Marge.”

“Your lunch break is long over.”

“Well I couldn’t find a place to eat. We had no one to take the orders.”

She paused a second, just to emphasize how hard she was judging him, then decided: “That is pathetic.” And took the seat beside him.

No doubt her current visit had been carefully timed with the end of the allotted lunch shift, on the off chance that anyone from the office might go out to dine and see her here. Most likely Jack had ruined her planning. Oh well. He wasn’t crying about it—not after all the recent stress he’d been under.

“Oh hey, English!” Angie strolled by to take Jack’s empty dish, waving cheerfully. She set an easy hand on Jack’s shoulder, which he—surprisingly—didn’t shrug off. “Don’t worry about the ‘ole sailor boy. We had an adventure just now.”

Peggy wasn’t impressed very often, but when she was, she was subtle about it. Jack had learned to recognize the look (as a basic survival skill). It caught him off guard every time.

“Is that so?”

Angie recounted the story. Somehow, she kept Jack’s secret safe through it all. Just like she promised.

#jack thompson #selkie AU #selkie!jack #jack thompson imagine #jack thompson and angie martinelli #jack thompson shenanigans #angie martinelli #angie martinelli shenanigans #agent carter #Agent Carter Series #agent carter au #Agent Peggy Carter

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Agent Carter: Phantom Pain

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by Mitchi_476

The chessboard is reset. A new game has begun.

Words: 7163, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of The Invaders

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

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Storyteller

Travelling time with the team and landing in 1955 wasn’t as bad as being stuck in 1955. After the mission to rescue Agent Sousa the Zephyr left unexpectedly, leaving you stranded.

The first few days you tried to reach the radio frequency you knew they used, but it was pointless. There was no way to know where or when they were, no way to reach them.

You walked into the bar across the street and nearly fell from exhaustion into one of the stools, your head in your hands.

“Rough day?” The lady behind the counter asked.

“Hmm?” You raised your head. “More like rough week, but yes.”

“Want any coffee?”

“Why not, if I’m gonna be stuck here why not enjoy it a bit,” you shrugged.

“Wanna talk about it?” She offered.

“Not much to say, really. I was… travelling with some friends and I got stranded, if you can call it that. I can’t reach them anywhere…”

“Maybe they’ll come back, you never know,” she said, pouring you a cup of newly brewed coffee.

“I doubt it, but thanks.”

You kept coming to the restaurant because it was the only place you had someone to talk to, really… And also they have really good croissants.

As you drank the cup Angie approached, “Need anything else, Sugar, a cookie?”

“Uh, nah, all good. So what can someone do around here?” You asked.

“Like tourism?”

You shook your head, “To get some money. It looks like I might be staying here for sometime, it might be time to get a job.”

“Oh, well, we’re always hiring, you seem like you’d look good in green," she said, leaning from the counter.

“Funny, you think they’d take me?”

“Would be their loss if they didn’t… Tell me another of your stories,” she said, taking a bite from the cake you ordered for the both of you.

“Which one?”

”Your favourite one.”

“Well, there was one time, two of my friends got split up. You see, these two, they’re meant for each other… But, they didn’t have much luck at first…” You kept telling her about the time when Fitz jumped into another planet for Simmons, and Angie immersed herself even deeper in the story.

She always seemed impressed by them, although she thought they were just stories you invented. Still, every time you ordered something and she had some time to spare, you told her a story.

“That was awesome! How do you come up with these things, y/n?”

“I’ve had a pretty… wild life, per se,” you shrugged.

“I’m sure you have, Sugar,” she smiled.

“I promise, they’re a hundred percent true!” You defended.

“Oh, I bet,” she chuckled. Not believing a word you'd just said.

“How ‘bout you tell me a story,” you eagerly asked.

“Oh, I don’t have any great stories to tell, darling. Maybe someday you could show me some of that wild life, huh?” She grinned.

You almost choked on your coffee, “I- Uh- I mean, if you want,” you swallowed.

“Relax, darling,” she chuckled. “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.” She said a bit resigned.

“No… I mean, yes. I want it to mean something, if you do…?”

Christ, now you were making a mess of yourself.

“I really do, Sugar,” she smiled and so did you. “So, wanna get out of here after my shift?”

“Yes, where would you like to go?” You asked, grabbing a hold of her hand.

“Somewhere worthy of a good story.”

“With you anywhere is worthy of a story,” you smiled.

You did make a lot of memories and stories, and you had your happily ever after, indeed.

#agent carter imagine #angie martinelli imagine #angie martinelli x reader #trying the beta editor so sorry if the format is whack #agent carter x reader #gn reader

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A Little Help from their Friend - Chapter 5

This story is finished! Thanks for hanging with me since <checks notes> 2015. Ha!

I hope you enjoy the final chapter!

A Little Help from their Friend - Chapter 5 - EmerySaks7 - Agent Carter (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Edwin Jarvis quietly shut the door behind him. He had slipped into the chilly penthouse unannounced in a gesture of deference, as he had done so many times before. Usually, clinking mugs and snippets of conversation floated from the kitchen as Miss Carter and Miss Martinelli began the day with a shared breakfast. Yet, the space was strangely silent this morning.

"Miss Carter? Miss Martinelli?" Jarvis called out tentatively, his voice just barely rising above a whisper.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the study, and Edwin hurried over to investigate. As he crossed the threshold and peered into the room, he was startled to see Miss Carter and Miss Martinelli tucked under the blankets, their hair mussed from sleep. A moment later, he realized with a blush that two nightgowns lay scattered on the floor and, more importantly, that Peggy Carter's gaze was trained upon him.

An arched eyebrow barely belied the blush that rose to her cheeks as her eyes drifted to the nightgowns. Although Miss Martinelli remained blissfully unaware, still lost in sleep, Edwin, ever respectful, felt embarrassed to have inadvertently interrupted something private. He raised a finger to his lips, pointedly looking at Angie, and then stepped back into the hallway to give the two women some space.

A few minutes later, Peggy emerged, clad in one of the nightgowns from the floor. As she cinched her robe, Edwin dipped his head. "I apologize," he said, clearly embarrassed. "Forgive me for intruding."

“The electricity went out yesterday evening,” she explained.

“Yes, Mr. Stark mentioned that and asked me to come by and check on you ladies this morning.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “I see you were resourceful, as always.”

A faint blush colored Peggy’s cheeks. “Yes, well… we decided to move the bedroom to the study for the evening because of the fireplace. Angie was rather adamant about our sleeping arrangements.”

Edwin chuckled. “Yes, Miss Martinelli can be rather persuasive when she puts her mind to something.”

“Quite, “ Peggy agreed. She drew a deep breath and continued, “Mr. Jarvis, I would appreciate it if you kept what you saw here to yourself.”

Edwin nodded gravely. “Of course, Miss Carter.”

Peggy sighed and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. “I hope you understand I am in no way ashamed of my feelings towards Angie, but until I can discuss this more with her, I would prefer this matter remain private.”

"I wouldn't dare dream of disclosing it," he assured her. Peggy seemed to relax at this assurance. But then, a calculating gleam entered her gaze. "One other thing, Mr. Jarvis."

"Yes?"

"I couldn't help noticing that all the circuit breakers were operating normally. Yet, we still somehow lost power throughout the entire building."

Edwin frowned thoughtfully. "How peculiar."

Peggy held his gaze. "Coincidentally, the only building that contained an occupied penthouse."

Edwin shrugged innocently. "I suppose it must've been the city grid." He could feel Peggy studying him, so he remained silent.

"No, I don't think so," she disagreed. "The grid appears to be functioning normally. The building next to us had power. I clearly saw lights in the windows."

Edwin held out his hands, palms upward. "I don't know what to say, Miss Carter. I am not an electrician."

Peggy nodded. "The curious thing is when I checked the circuit breaker box, I found this," she said pointedly and held up the remains of a small capsule. Jarvis' eyes widened as he realized what it was, but he quickly schooled his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression.

“Imagine my surprise when I realized this shockingly familiar object was one of Howard’s experimental EMP devices.”

“Really? How odd.”

Peggy gave him a pointed look. “Yes. It is.”

“I don’t know what to say, Miss Carter.”

“Nor do I.”

“Perhaps Mr. Stark was careless with some of his items when he moved from this penthouse to his current residence,” he ventured.

“Perhaps.”

They stared at each other momentarily until Edwin finally broke the silence. “If there’s nothing else?”

Peggy quirked her lips. “That will be all, Mister Jarvis.”

“Then I shall bid you a good day, Miss Carter.”

“Good day, Mister Jarvis.”

He opened the door.

“Edwin.”

At Peggy’s soft tone, he turned to face her. “Yes, Miss Carter.”

Peggy’s eyes softened. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Miss Carter,” he replied, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips before he stepped through the door and closed it behind him.

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