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Agent Carter OC
Jason Underwood
Full Name: Jason Greyson Underwood
Height: 6’0
Birthday: April 20, 1922
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Age: 23-37 (but the year will say others)
Abilities: To live longer than anyone on the face of the earth ;) until death finally catches up to him!
Alias: Jack Keener, Lincoln Pine, Lieutenant Trace, Ethan Mayer, Mr Hunt, Steven Hale, Ewan Grey, Bradley Seresin, Jake Mitchell, Chad King, and the list goes.
Nicknames: JJ, Mr Underwood, Jay, Greyson, The Pest, Lieutenant, Hangman, Agent, Mcdreamy and whatever other nickname anyone gives him
Personality: Jason is a smart, slightly flirty, a bit snaky, charming but very kind man. His heart is always in the right place but if the job needs to be done to survive, even if that means stealing he would do it. He will always listen and be a gentleman like the good solider he used to be, as he under the station 108th during the War back in the 40s.
Family: Mom and father dead however he has one, who is sister alive
Sister: Dottie Underwood
The Backstory
- With his older sister being send overseas to live her days out in an all girl school where she trained and fought, eventually becoming what the future would call a version of an Black Widow. He was sentenced to a life of crime, kicking back when possible and roughhousing everyone that annoyed him. From an young Jason was smart and sneaky just like his sister before she left, playing all the role of the charming southern boy with a drawl in his throat and a smile wink that he many woman at the nearest small diner smile. Sleeping around and stealing was his play, especially if it a bored married woman who didn’t care for her husband’s plays anymore. That’s where the big bucks came in ;)
- Robbing banks and stealing from the rich, giving to the poor like a Robin Hood style hero if the occupation felt like it. He’s kind and would do what’s need to be done to survive. He lived the simple life, wanting nothing more than less, because what else could be lost. Until there were spotting of a certain thief in New York and disguised as well as they can be, Jason smirked, he knew his sister was back in town. He tracked his sister and saw the woman she was now, but didn’t like it very much, hell he still missed her!
- He teamed up with the woman and pay his dues when needed but all the planning and plotting was Dottie. He was just the sharpshooter, partner in the play and so called back backup. She always took the lead no matter what and focused on much more stuff, when she wasn’t looking he stepped back and located Agent Peggy Carter to help her and Mr Jarvis on their missions, having already knowing Howard Stark from previous business.
- It took time, patience and money but Agent Carter let him in on the future plans and help whenever needed, she even flirted one or twice to lead him on. Daniel Sousa and Jack Thompson were a whole other story, being sometimes parted up with both men even noticed how feeling rose between the group, but he never tried to care for the romantic side of it all even if it was VERY tempting!
Years went on and times got…different.
- The later then, called Agent Jason Underwood, would be struck by lightning the day he supposed to meet up with his friends in LA one night. He was driving around the countryside of LA near the greenery when the weather got chiller than usual, the air became solid as if was froze in time as the road was slippery with rain. Then BAM! Lightening stuck the road and bouncing onto his car as he wiped out. He woke up gasping for air, feeling completely fine after less than 20 minutes of silence aside from the bruised forehead and pain in his side.
- Little did Jason know that very night would be the night changed his life…forever. As the months, years went old everyone grew old expect him. He stayed the same age and not even a sign of a wrinkle told him the time moved however not for him. To avoid any controversy and experimentation on him, he made changes to his name every decade and move across the country, even out of the United States if the money he had allowed him. He had never the chance to settled down with someone, keep a job he actually liked and or just breathe same air as the others around him.
Present Day…
- Jason now lives in Westchester New York under the alias of Jordan S. Larson and volunteering to work in a library at a very small retirement home. In another moments, he’s a waiter at a restaurant downtown near his home. Jason always told himself to never reveal his name or history, never have his picture taken and keep an low profile. Very few pictures of him were taken and if they were taken SHIELD must’ve either erased them or had them underneath layers of their earliest files dating back to the late 50s and early 60s. Will he ever be founded and uncovered by the public eye? Will Jason ever actually settle down with someone? Maybe have a normal life? Who know…only time will tell..
Bonus: For my Top Gun Maverick fans, did you catch onto his nicknames and alias? ;)
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Week 21 Reblog Masterlist
Welcome to Week 21 2023 or Week 177, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 21 2023:
Fading part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @3mcwriting 💚💙
Imagine being Clarice’s foster sibling and reuniting with her unexpectedly (Clarice Fong, Reader) by @marvellousimagines💚
High school (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚
Die Besessenheit 9: We’re going on a bear hunt (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
Imagine comforting Marcos when he loses Lorna and the baby after Lorna chooses to leave the Mutant Underground (Marcos Díaz X Reader) by @myriadimagines 💚💙
Daimon fic (Daimon Helstrom X Reader) by @chaoticcollectivenightmare 💚
Posing apple (Dark!Ransom Drysdale X Goth!Reader) by @deceitfuldevout❤️🖤
Die Besessenheit Chapter 10: Dear diary (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
An even match (Dottie Underwood X Reader) by @ghostofskywalker💚
My tears ricochet (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @3mcwriting 💚💙
Strength (Molly Hernández) by @writtenwordsoffic💚
Die Besessenheit Chapter 11: Honeymoon (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
Hot stuff (Marcos Díaz X Reader) by @cactiem 💚
Being a founding member of the Mutant Underground and falling for Lorna and John would include… (John Proudstar X Reader X Lorna Dane) by @polyamory-imagines 💚
Fire & Water chapter 1 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away 💚💙❤️
Die Besessenheit Chapter 12: Daddy lessons (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat ❤️🖤
Don’t give up. Please, don’t let them win (Clarice Fong X Reader) by @anotherimaginescollection 💚💙
Crushed (Andy Strucker X Mutant!Reader) by @trashmagines 💚💙
Fire & Water chapter 2 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away 💚💙❤️
Die Besessenheit Chapter 13: Prince Charming (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
Tonight, I’m yours (Marcos Díaz X Reader) by @cactiem 💚
Imagine being in a relationship with Sonya and Clarice (Clarice Fong X Reader X Sonya Simonson) by @polyamory-imagines 💚
Fire & Water chapter 3 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away 💚💙❤️
Die Besessenheit Chapter 14: And in breaking news (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
Imagine your crush, John Proudstar, protecting you in the batte (John Proudstar X Reader) by @marvellousimagines💚
Imagine: becoming friends with Lauren and Andy when they show up at the mutant underground, and showing them that you can copy powers from other mutants (Lauren Strucker, Reader, Andy Strucker) by @myriadimagines💚
Fire & Water chapter 4 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away 💚💙❤️
Die Besessenheit Chapter 15: The end of an era (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
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What lies before us
Book 2 of a Jack Thompson X Reader Story
Book 1: What Lies Beneath
Chapter 1
Y/N was good at keeping secrets. She was excellent at it – after all, it had been her job for four years, and back then, her life was on the line every day. If she had slipped up, she would have been dead meat. She was excellent at it because she was a spy – keeping secrets was in their job description. She had no problem continuing the banter and annoyed remarks towards Jack Thompson during their working hours to upkeep the image that nothing had changed. She had no problem doing it. It was a different story for Jack. After all, his normal tone with people could often be characterised as the tone of a jerk. What was worse, Y/N had to endure the remarks of other people in the office, and as much as he liked to throw them onto the street, he couldn’t. They hadn’t done something he had not done too. At a time.
Today was such a day. Agent Lee’s vocal comment about how women simply didn’t belong in this environment, even ‘if they looked like Y/N’ annoyed him probably ten times as much as it did her.
“Good thing I make the hiring and firing decisions, Lee, isn’t it?”, Thompson said in passing, “Or did you get the bullet out of my chest?”
“Sorry, Chief.”
Y/N clenched her teeth to stop her from laughing. She didn’t know what was funnier – Lee’s voice that sounded like a bitten dog, or Thompson’s poisonous stare. When she brought the coffee to the Chief – an unfortunate job she had yet to get rid of somehow – she whispered in passing: “Try not to stare him to death. He’s said this about Marge a million times.”
He would have loved to say that she was not Peggy Carter, but he also knew that it was better to just say ‘thanks’ for the coffee.
Back at her desk, her phone rang.
“Agent L/N, SSR, with whom am I speaking?”
“Y/N!”
“Peggy?”, Y/N asked, “What a coincidence, I was just thinking about you. What’s the matter? How’s the western front?”
“The temperatures are slowly getting more bearable”, Carter said, “it’s even rained some days ago.”
Staring outside the window, Y/N noticed that it was still raining in New York. “What a miracle.”
“I made some progress on the Arena Club pin. It seems to link to the club’s city of origin, where they, at least historically, would hold their meetings in an undisclosed location. I’d imagine that, whatever the key opens, it will be connected to this place.”
“And where is the club’s origin?”, Y/N asked back, noting all the info down onto a paper, “Do you know that already?”
“That’s why I’m calling you”, Peggy replied, “because it’s not on the west coast. Imagine where the most likely location is for an organisation connected to wealth, power, and politics.”
“…Washington D.C.”
“It would appear so.”
“Fantastic. And what about Underwood?”, Y/N questioned.
“There have been no crimes reported in our jurisdiction that would match her skillset. It’s not impossible, of course, that she is around here, still, but she knows about the Arena Club. After some digging, we found out that not only was she hired to steal the pin, but she’d had relationships with at least one of the members before their… unfortunate demise through Whitney Frost.”
Y/N sighed. Catching Dottie Underwood was as easy as catching a dragon. Just, she’d argue, more dangerous for the people involved.
“I’ll let Chief know.”
“If we’ll find the time, we’ll fly over to discuss the case in depth. We just have to finish up a few things here, first.”
“Don’t worry, Peggy, we’ll not botch the job”, Y/N assured, “Though I’m not looking forward to heading into DC.”
She could hear Peggy laugh and someone speak in the background. “Tell Sousa I said hi.”
“I will. See you soon, Y/N.”
“Bye, Peggy.”
She stared at her notes, exhaling slowly. Another day, another attempt to catch a ex-Soviet child assassin.
Getting up, she pinched the bridge of her nose. The Arena Club was about as far removed from any Communist organisation she could think of. Aside from the Mafia, there was hardly any organisation more interested in wild capitalism than the Arena Club.
“Chief”, she exclaimed when knocking at his door, “Carter called. Underwood.”
She was called into the office and placed her notes on Jack’s desk. “She traced the Club’s origin to DC. And she assumes that Underwood is going after whatever it is the Club was hiding, too.”
He rubbed his eyes, studying her handwriting. “Brilliant”, he deadpanned.
“It’s the best lead we’ve got on both”, she shrugged, “and I’d really love to know that the Russian killing machine is locked up somewhere real save.”
“You want to lock her up?”, he questioned, “You have too much faith in our prison system. Unless, of course, you want to keep watch yourself.”
“You’re thinking of permanently stopping her?”, Y/N inquired, crossing her arms.
“Accidents happen”, he shrugged, “and usually, if you have a bomb on your hands, you diffuse it, not bury it under some concrete.”
Y/N scoffed: “I suppose. Do we have the clearance to neutralise her?”
“She’s Soviet. Of course we do. Executive Order 9835, remember?”, he asked back, referring to Truman’s decree on tighter regulations on Federal Agents to sniff out any Communist sympathisers, “We’re just doing what they’d want us to do. Eliminate the Red threat.”
Though liberally interpreted, Y/N was aware of the current climate. The White House and the Congress would have their backs. After all, they were suspecting foreign agents everywhere.
“Alright then”, she nodded, “Shooting it is.”
She was about to leave when she heard Agent Hill call her name: “L/N, phone’s ringing!”
“What is it today?”, she hissed, turning on the spot to get the call.
“Agent L/N, SSR, whose speaking?”
“Y/N?”
Y/N wasn’t quite sure if she heard right. “Jonas? Is that you?”
“Don’t ask how I got this number, I probably breached protocol more than fifty times”, she could have recognised the voice anywhere. He had worked with her in Germany – one of the few, incredibly valuable locals that worked with the opposition.
“Protocol?”, she asked, “You’re working for whom, exactly?”
“MI6, and we’ve intercepted communication from East Germany”, he spoke quickly, and Y/N knew better than to waste time asking questions. “They were discussing plans to re-establish communication with an asset in America. The pronouns used refer to a female agent who has entered the US between 1941 and 1946 and has had contact with the SSR.”
“Anything else?”
“It’s incredibly vague, but that it is of the outmost importance that this operation be kept from the Americans, and that something has to be shipped from America to Leningrad, before November.”
“Why would MI6 not contact us in the first place?”, she questioned, “Shouldn’t that be in the interest of both?”
In the background, she could hear Agent Lee barked at more junior agents to fetch him coffee, given the designated person for that was busy. Y/N would have loved to inform him to keep his mouth shut, but was too busy listening to Jonas.
“There was an order not too long ago to send these types of things to the FBI rather than the SSR. I don’t know why.”
“I think I know”, she groaned. Vernon Masters – may his soul rest in the hell he deserved. “Jonas, if you hear anything, and I mean, anything else, please find a way to contact me again. And thank you. I know this is dangerous for your position.”
“Hell”, he scoffed, “We’ve done worse. They’ll just kick me out, not execute me like the Nazis would have.”
“Still. I’ll be in touch.”
She stared at her notes. She had heard Thompson walking up to her during the phone talk and was now looking over her shoulder.
“What was that about?”
“Seems like today is Dottie-Underwood-day”, she replied sarcastically, turning towards him, “That was Jonas Bauer. He was a German resistance member and worked with me in the war. He’s now working for MI6, who apparently received the order to disregard the SSR, and direct their information to the FBI.” She pressed her lips together: “Anyways. Short summary is, Underwood will steal something that has to be shipped to Leningrad, before November.”
Thompson frowned. “Why the tight schedule?”
Y/N tilted her head. “If I had to guess, because whatever she’s stealing is quite sensitive. If I were them, I’d avoid using ships if possible. The American navy has the possibility to hunt them down, and a ship is more vulnerable than a plane. And possibly, the November-deadline has something to do with the temperature. Which would mean it’s something that is volatile to altitude, and at least partially made out of liquid or gas that shouldn’t drop below a certain temperature. That would explain the ship, and the month.”
The agents around her looked at her with a perplexed expression. Jack simply looked dumbfounded.
“Yeah. I guess it would.”
“And you know who could maybe give us an idea of what they want to steal?”, Y/N asked, dreading her own answer. Not again!
“No.”
“Yes. I don’t like it either.”
“After Dooley and L.A., I’d say going to Stark is way down the list”, Jack retorted tensely.
“Sure”, she shrugged, “Do you have any other brilliant, albeit conceded scientists on that list of yours? Maybe Samberly, if we ask nicely.”
He threw her a look, and she only grinned: “Like I said. I don’t like it either.”
“We don’t even know where Stark is. He could be out of the country, for all that we know”, Jack objected again.
“Yeah, he could”, she agreed, “but you know who probably does? Edwin Jarvis.”
He raised an eyebrow: “You have the phone number of Stark’s butler?”
“I had to be able to reach him in L.A. I naturally wrote it down”, she shrugged, “So yes. I do.”
“Great. Tell him I am repulsed by the thought of working together.”
Y/N shook her head: “Unbelievable.”
Looking up, she noticed again the gazes of her co-workers observing their interaction. Too familiar? Raising an eyebrow, she asked: “What, anyone else have something to contribute that I should relay to the butler?”
Jack frowned at his staff: “Your work isn’t doing itself, agents.”
A muffled ‘sorry chief’ emerged from the room as he left Y/N to her own devices as she now made the call to Mr. Jarvis whilst the rest of the office rejoiced that the poor agent who had been barked at by Lee returned with their coffee.
“Edwin Jarvis-“
“Good morning, Mr. Jarvis, this is Y/N L/N from the SSR. We’ve worked together not too long ago”, she said quickly.
“Yes, I remember. The Frost-incident.”
“Exactly. See, we have a development here with the Underwood-case, and what is important right now is that the Soviets want to steal something, and they need Underwood for it. I suspect it could be linked to the Arena Club. In any case, they need the item or items to be shipped from the US to Leningrad before November. I assume it’s because of the volatility of the product, which would indicate it is some sort of weapon. Does Howard Stark know anything about the sorts?” She spoke so silently that not even the man at the next desk could have understood her well, a habit she had picked up early in her career as a spy.
“Mr. Stark knows a great deal about many things, but that does not mean he shares it openly with his surroundings.”
“Well, it is very important. Could you ask him if he has ever knowingly sold anything to members, or to people close to members of the Arena Club, or if – once again – some blueprint of his disappeared? I’m sorry to bother you again, but the security of the world might be under threat here.” Y/N had the ability to use polite words, but utter them in such a way that it was clear that she did not accept ‘no’ for an answer.
“I will chase him down to inquire. It might take a while, though, I am afraid. He is currently on a yacht outside of Hawaii.”
Of course he was. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Well, he can dock in Pearl Harbour”, Y/N retorted dryly, “And take a plane from there back to L.A. He might need Miss Carter’s help to explore all possible links of that being one of his inventions that got stolen, or sold.”
“Yes, Miss L/N.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. And until next time.”
It had felt that it was one of these days where Y/N had repetitively run in circles from her desk, to Thompson’s office, to the coffee machine and back again. It was Agent McKinley’s turn for the nightshift, so the rest could leave between six and seven. Returning to her desk to collect her handbag before leaving, she noticed a note placed on top of it, which she carefully unfolded. She recognised the handwriting instantly – Jack’s handwriting was much neater than most would suspect.
19:15. Entrance Underground.
He always used the European way of writing time – apparently, he had been made accustomed to it in the Marine Corps. A way to avoid the a.m./p.m. confusion – a confusion Americans invented, as Y/N made the experience that not even the British subscribed to their way of telling the time.
It was 19:04 when she had unfolded the note, so she left the SSR office without wasting more time, and to make sure the two of them would not leave the office in immediate succession.
It was September – and it was still pretty warm, so walking down the streets was actually still a pleasant experience. At 19:15, as expected, both of them walked towards the underground station and headed down the street to the parking area where Thompson had parked his car.
“If I may give you a piece of advice”, Y/N said with a grin, “Next time someone makes a foul remark, don’t act like you care. You’re not supposed to care.”
“Yeah”, he grunted, “But what the hell has Lee contributed since joining the SSR? Even of the basis of merit, he should keep his mouth shut.”
“Yes”, she sighed, “But it’s not really about merit, is it?”
Jack rolled his eyes. He knew what she was saying was true. He had even said the same thing to Peggy. They’d never be seen as an equal to men – at least not by most of their co-workers.
When getting in the car, Y/N quickly checked their surrounding to make sure they wouldn’t directly be seen by another agent, but the street was empty.
“Will you let me work the Underwood case?”, she asked quietly when he started driving down the street. Jack remained silent for a while, and his face grew serious.
“You know my skills are exceptional for this kind of work”, she reminded him, knowing that it wasn’t really about her skills.
“I know that, Y/N.”
“We’re in this profession for a reason, Jack. It’s bound to be dangerous”, she replied silently, “But you can’t keep me from being involved. Having the best people on the job reduces the risks of failure. If you send less-qualified agents up for it, you’re just setting them up to be killed.”
“I understand that, Y/N, I do. But that doesn’t mean I’ll like it.”
“But you’ll let me do it regardless?”, she asked back.
“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. Who knows? Maybe, by some miraculous coincidence, she’ll be hit by a truck”, he replied dryly.
“Yes. I’ve heard that’s a common way for Soviet super-assassins to die”, Y/N agreed cynically, “Right after drowning in the shower.”
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He pulled up to the empty parking space next to the entrance of the apartment block outside the city centre. He liked the anonymity of it – he hardly knew his neighbours, because of his very erratic working hours, the travelling, and the occasional near-death experiences, he hardly had the chance to bump into any of them. It was only the third time Y/N was at his apartment, because, quite honestly, he preferred the atmosphere in hers. But his was closer to work, and that made for less commute. And for more sleep.
Whilst Jack warmed up something for dinner, Y/N was occupied with setting her hair in pin curls for the night. She always thought that this procedure made her look silly, or like a grandma. If Jack had been honest though, he thought watching her do it was actually a very personal experience. Because, unless they let you, women would not show the process to men. It signified a sort of closeness that was hard to describe.
Wrapping the curls in a silk towel to secure them, and to have a more comfortable time sleeping, Y/N returned to the kitchen area to join him for dinner. It was beef stew with potatoes, which wasn’t fancy, but it was tasty. And most significantly, he had actually prepared it in foresight, so she gave him extra points for resourcefulness.
“How is the sleeping going?”, she asked eventually, referring to the occasional nightmares she had witnessed the first time they had shared a bed not that long ago.
“You know”, he evaded, “It’s getting there.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, not truly convinced that this meant it was getting better, but decided not to interrogate him. She’d see it eventually, anyways, she suspected.
“And did you tell your mother that I am back and alive, and all is well between us?”, she asked jokingly.
“Yes.” He grinned: “But now, ma is insistent on you coming over to say hi.”
“I will”, she assured, “once we have a quiet week.”
He laughed: “Yeah – like that’s going to happen any time soon.”
Y/N got ready to go to bed, taking off her makeup, neatly folding her clothes, making those for the next day ready. It was habit – just like always having a switch-blade knife tied to her thigh. It was habits like these that had kept her alive through the war, and they were hard to shake.
She wore a simple night robe to bed, nothing like in the magazines with lavish fur, but only simple embroidery.
As she would have guessed, Jack’s nightwear style was about as adventurous as hers – a cotton button-down shirt and pants.
“Those pants have a hole at the ankle”, she pointed out as he entered the room.
He looked down and shrugged: “It’s for sleeping, right? Besides, I don’t wear pants, I wear trousers.”
“What’s the difference?”, she questioned amusedly as he climbed into the bed next to her.
“Women wear pants, men trousers. Or so my DI informed us in Boot Camp.”
“Your DI must have made this up”, she laughed, “But sure. Jack Thompson only wears manly trousers.”
She pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned to on her side, facing Jack. “Good night.”
“Night.” He switched off the lights and searched for a comfortable position. It was still foreign to know that someone was sleeping just inches beside him, but not uncomfortable. Apart from the cold feet, that was apparently something all women universally shared to torment the men in their beds. Or so he was convinced.
Jack was an incredibly light sleeper – he hadn’t been as a child, but since the war, he was incredibly sensitive to sounds. Hence, when someone knocked against the front door, it took about three seconds for him to be wide awake.
“What the hell”, he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. It couldn’t be neighbours – again, barely anyone knew him. He dragged himself out of bed to see that it was shortly after three. He trotted towards the door, only to see two figures through the peephole, whose silhouettes he could make out even with the dim light of the corridor outside. He looked behind him, hearing Y/N’s steady breathing. He prayed to God that she’d stay asleep.
He opened the door and stepped outside: “This better be important, Sousa, it’s three in the morning!”
“We thought it is important to let you know right now, as we’re headed to the airport right after to fly to Atlanta to follow a lead there”, Carter shot back at his annoyed tone.
“’A’right”, he rubbed his face awake, “shoot.”
“Stark was able to reduce the numbers of candidates down to one he finds most likely. It’s a bomb that has about the destructiveness of a nuclear bomb, but its primary ingredient is a special gas, a gas only he knows how to make. But a member of the Arena Club once saw his equations and the blueprints”, Sousa explained.
“So you suspect they’re transporting a bomb case and explosive gas?”, Jack asked back, “Of course they do. It always has to be something that explodes, right?”
“We’re trying to hunt down the scientists who could have produced it”, Peggy added, “one of them is in Atlanta.”
“Got it.”
“Jack, who are you talking to? It’s the middle of the- Oh, hi, Chief Sousa. Peggy.” Y/N walked up to the door, and though only half-awake, she wasn’t quite sure what was funnier, the disbelief on Sousa’s face, Peggy’s mixture of satisfaction and horror, or Jack’s embarrassment.
“You two keep your mouths shut”, Thompson hissed, “You understand? I don’t need this getting to my agents just yet.”
“Oh yeah? I remember there was a time you loved taking a jab at Peggy and I”, Sousa retorted with a grin.
“Yeah”, Thompson scoffed, “Then you tell me how that’ll end up for Y/N. Whatever she does then, she’ll always be seen as the one whose here because she’s got one on the chief. That was a bit different with Carter.”
“Jack, they take the piss regardless”, Y/N muttered amusedly, “and let that be my problem.”
“Well, and you know what this”, Peggy gestured at Jack and Y/N, “means. You owe me a dinner.”
“You bet on us?”, Jack asked offended.
“I bet on you not constantly having a stick up your behind, indeed”, Peggy winked, “and I think I have been proven more than right.”
“Oh, Peggy”, Y/N shook her head, “Please.”
“Anyways”, Sousa cleared his throat, “I guess, uh, I guess we’ll leave you to it, then. See you soon, Y/N. Jack.”
“Leave us to it?”, Jack repeated, “We were sleeping!”
“Whatever you say, Chief Thompson”, Peggy waved at them, “that’ll be your loss then.”
They left an amused Y/N, and a very red Jack Thompson behind, who was thankful the apartment was not lit, so Y/N couldn’t see his cheeks.
“They couldn’t have left a note”, he grumbled, stepping back into his apartment and locking the door, “It had to be right now.”
“Don’t brood”, she yawned, “It’s way too early for that.” The bed was still warm as they climbed back in.
“I brood whenever I please”, he muttered into his pillow.
“That you do.”
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
What did he want to say? They didn’t say ‘I love you’. Neither of them had yet.
“Sleep well.”
“You too, Jack.”
......
Jack dropped Y/N off far enough so that she could make her way to the office on her own and that they’d be at least 15 minutes between them arriving.
“Good morning, Agent Wallace”, she said when entering the headquarters, “Agent Lee. Chief Thompson.”
He nodded at her, and both found it incredibly odd to greet each other after they had literally eaten breakfast together not even an hour prior.
They settled in for the day and the sounds of paper printing, phones ringing and men cussing created the unique atmosphere that was so typical for the NYC-HQ of the SSR.
“Chief!”, Agent Harrow exclaimed from the phone, “there’s an incident in a movie theatre down 31st street, it sounds incredibly similar to the case you covered not too long ago.”
“Midnight oil?”, Y/N asked confused, looking at Jack, “but Howard said-“
“Exactly”, Thompson interjected, rolling his eyes, “Harrow, Ramirez, McKinley and Wallace, you go have a look. If it is what it seems like – do yourself a favour and don’t pick up the canister.”
The three of them got on their way immediately. Y/N followed Jack into his office under the disguise of bringing him coffee: “You don’t think that’s fishy? Howard hated this invention. He made damn sure he destroyed all the material he had.”
“Could have been someone working off his blueprints again”, he shrugged, “it’s better to have a look than let the NYPD run into it and gouching their eyes out.”
Y/N hadn’t even considered what would happen if untrained policemen came in contact with the gas. Jack was right. It was the careful option.
“You’re right.”
He raised his eyebrows: “’cuse me?”
“You’re right”, she repeated with a raised eyebrow. She hadn’t spoken unclearly.
“That’s a first.”
“Like hell it is”, she grinned and left him be.
In hindsight, Y/N knew that there were just five agents left, because it was still before nine when those would come in with a longer commute. This was unusual, normally, they always wanted eight to be here minimum, nightshift and Sundays aside.
It was like in a movie with the roll broken, moving incredibly slow. The door was thrown wide open and five men stormed in.
“Hands up!”
Y/N identified the accent immediately. Eastern European. Most likely Soviet.
“Guns on ground or we shoot!!”
They were outnumbered – even if they drew their guns, they had them already ready to fire. They’d be quicker. So they complied.
“Codebreaker?”
Jack and Y/N’s eyes met. Though she hadn’t worked as a codebreaker at Bletchley, she had been trained in it. She nodded almost invisibly, and just as invisibly, he shook his head. The last thing he wanted is for them to take her, or isolate her from the group.
“I am.”
“You four”, one of the men put his rifle at Thompson’s neck, “In there!” Thompson, Lee, Michaelson and Goldberg were shoved into Thompson’s office, leaving Y/N with the five men in the main hall.
They shoved her at a desk and placed a paper in front of her.
“Watch the door. Make sure those investigating the theatre don’t get back in. Three men can handle this girl.” He didn’t know she spoke Russian.
The paper was a code of British origin. Dated yesterday. To the Americans.
“Move. Break it”, the man right behind her instructed. He was tall, about two meters, and heavy-set. The other two were significantly shorter and stockier, about 175cm.
“Yes”, she nodded, throwing a glance at Thompson and her colleagues. There it was again. This immense calmness whenever she had known in war that if she failed, she’d be dead. It was so ultimate. So clear.
She heard two of the five men disappear, manning the front entrance from the outside. She didn’t have to worry about them for the time being. She felt the cool blade against her thigh. A blade would never win against rifles, so she had to convince them to drop them.
She started to get an idea of the code that had been used, noting down the patterns to create a key. The men barraged the door to Thompson’s office to make more than sure they had no chance to get out. But given they were now unarmed, they were no real threat anyways.
“What is it?”, the tall fellow asked harshly.
“This will take a while!”, she replied curtly, “but could you please put those guns on the ground? I can’t run and you took my gun off me. They make me incredibly uncomfortable.”
“What do you think, boss?”
“Typical American sissy. Hmh, I mean, what is the harm in it. The other men are barred inside that room.” He gave her a fake smile: “Only for you, beauty.”
They placed the rifles on the desk behind them and she started writing down the initial lines of the document. This was exactly why women made for excellent spies – they could demand something and their perceived softness would help them get their way.
Intercepted conversation between KGB and Soviet Asset in US
She waited until they were just in the right position. One of the men stood in front of Thompson’s barraged door, inspecting it with a self-assured smile. The big fellow stood to her right, close enough that she could take him out first. The third was checking the street for the returning agents.
‘Here goes nothing’.
.....
“Goddammit!”, Jack cursed, punching nothing but the wall. He had fallen for their trap – the theatre, that had been a set-up to draw out agents.
“Chief, if she can hold them off long enough for the 9 o’clock shift to arrive-“
“You don’t seriously think they won’t kill us before?”, Thompson hissed, “That’s why they came so early. They must’ve been aware of the schedule!”
“But if they need her-“
“Then they take her, Lee!”, Thompson interrupted, tearing his hair, “Fuck. Fuck!”
“Chief-“
“Just shut the hell up, Lee!”, Thompson raised his hand at his agent and silenced the man with a stare that could have killed.
He watched outside, through the glass, watching Y/N. She looked so focused, so absorbed, so aware.
So brave.
She looked up, just a fraction of a second. Enough to localise the position of the three men that were still in the room.
“No.” Jack’s voice broke. She’d die. They’d reach their weapons. She couldn’t be quick enough to strangle three men. Not when at least one of them towered over her like a giant.
This was a suicide mission. He was about to yell, yell to her not to do whatever she was thinking about doing.
But she was beyond asking for permission. That was the Y/N he had never seen before.
He knew the feeling he felt. It felt like back on Iwo when his buddy left their foxhole to man the machine gun whose gunner had just been killed. He knew that that was a suicide mission, but they had to try. And the minute his buddy left the protection of the foxhole, he was gone. But this felt even worse. Because whatever he felt for his buddy, that was brotherly love. And death of a brother hurt like hell. But this, this was no brotherly love. This was love that hadn’t yet had the chance to develop. He could feel his heart stop.
......
Y/N’s body tensed up in preparation. It was a split second that it took for her to be ready to attack. She leapt up from her chair, throwing her entire weight against the bear of a man next to her, puncturing his aorta, which resulted in blood spurting in all directions, but at least, he was dead in an instant. The next man was the one at the window who wanted to grab a rifle, but she managed to grab his arm, pull him towards her and shove the blade right through his throat. The third one knew he was done for – she was closer to the weapons than he was. She contemplated killing him nonetheless. But some part of her didn’t want to become what she knew she could be – a killer that didn’t care about her death toll.
“You’re all filthy, disgusting examples of humanity’s worst”, she spoke in Russian, taking handcuffs from the desk with her and immobilising him. Her fighting style looked different to Peggy’s – it was more targeted, more specific. It was, in essence, trained to be lethal.
Only then did she look behind her to see the cut-up bodies of the other two men lying on the ground. They lay in pools of their own blood. She looked at her hands that were covered in it, too. Grabbing a handkerchief, she got most of it off, enough so that she could clear the door to Thompson’s office without smearing it everywhere. Slowly, she started to regain her other senses. She could hear Jack yelling her name. She looked up to see him and the other three looking at her, eyes wide.
Her hands were shaking when she opened the door to his office.
“Y/N, oh God, Y/N-“ Jack grabbed her by the shoulders, looking at her face, “You alright?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m good, J-“
He squeezed her against his chest, and she wanted to inform him that he’d get blood all over him, but it was pretty clear that he didn’t care. “I’m so sorry.”
The door was opened, and the other two men came into sight, but only for a fraction of a second – when they saw the carnage, they took off running. Lee and Goldberg were about to run after them, but Thompson raised a hand: “If they leave the building, they’ll run right into our line of fire.” He pointed to the windows to their right and took the rifles left behind from the assailants.
Y/N watched him from behind. His hands were perfectly calm at the trigger, the weapon perfectly still settled into his shoulder.
Two rapid shots. One was shot in the back of the head, the other in the shoulder. Within a few seconds, neither were still breathing.
“Not bad”, she said dryly.
“I’m not a Marine for nothing.”
“And here I thought you were the Chief of the SSR.”
“That, too”, he replied dryly, “but I’ll never stop being a Marine.”
A/N: I know, it’s insane. It didn’t even take a week. I unfortunately don’t have a clear updating schedule, I’m sure it will slow down at a point. I do have good news though - I have two chapters in reserve, so it hopefully doesn’t take ages for those to be published either. I have a plan, I have an ending in mind, and I want it to be beautiful, terrible, sad, and delightful. Let’s see if I succeed at that. Do let me know your thoughts. Also, on a side note: I really try to do my research to the extent possible: E.g. I found it very important to hightlight that Jack is a Marine (not a member of the Army, or the Navy or Air Force), because it was mentioned that he saw action on the beaches of Iwo Jima, and that was a battle fought by the USMC. And yes. I read like 5 autobiographies of veterans of Iwo & Okinawa to get their education, vocabulary and so on down. Hope you enjoy these little insights into history!
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Agent Carter: Phantom Pain
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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
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Early Fox Gets The Bird
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by flyingfoxtopus
Steve is so close to his happily ever after he can taste it. There’s almost nothing standing between him and the beautiful future with the loves of his life. A life more perfect than he could ever have imagined. All he has to do is return the Infinity Stones, repair the damage caused by undoing the Snap, and find a way to protect their now vulnerable timeline.
So close and yet so far.
At least he has both his people with him this time. Sweet Ayame, who tried to warn him. Beloved Bucky, beside him no matter what. He’s sure the three of them can shake the universe, but he’d rather spend the time sketching them while they played with their baby.
Just a little longer and they can have that.
Assuming they don’t mess this up.
Words: 3420, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 16 of Domesticated Foxes
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Ancient One (Marvel), Daniel Sousa, Howling Commandos, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, Gabe Jones, Percival "Pinky" Pinkerton, Happy Hogan, Jason Wilkes, Whitney Frost, Dottie Underwood, Edwin Jarvis, Ana Jarvis, Loki (Marvel), Peggy Carter's Husband
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa, Daniel Sousa/Violet (Agent Carter TV)
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Past Relationship(s), Developing Relationship, Major Original Character(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, thrupple, Angst, Awesome Howling Commandos, 1940s
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Work Friends
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by ThePlaceByTheRiver
“I used to be so jealous of girls like you. I would have done anything to walk like you, to talk like you.” - Dottie Underwood
A complete(ly imagined) history of Natasha Romanoff's relationship with Sharon Carter, and the reason those ballet shoes showed up in Endgame.
Words: 9876, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Other Avengers, SHIELD Agents & Staff, Stan Lee, Georges Batroc, T'Challa (Marvel)
Relationships: Sharon Carter & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, (the latter two are mentioned only) - Relationship
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Female Friendship, friends - Freeform, Frenemies, Iron Man 2, Post-Avengers (2012), Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Civil War (Marvel), Black Widow (Movie 2021) Compliant, Post-Black Widow (Movie 2021), Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Pre-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Madripoor (Marvel), Women Being Awesome, BAMF Women, Natasha's ballet shoes, Power Broker Sharon Carter (Marvel), mild drug use, Mentioned Yelena Belova, Mentioned Steve Rogers, Mentioned Nick Fury, Mentioned Melina Vostokoff, Mentioned Thanos (Marvel), Pre-Hydra in SHIELD Reveal (Marvel)
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Agent Carter: Phantom Pain
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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
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Hello! if you're still taking requests could you do number 18 They see you drop your icecream to the ground and buy you a new one. With Dottie Underwood from agent carter
18. They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one.
a/n: i wanted to only do these prompts with characters i’ve written before, but i made an exception for this one. especially bc i love dottie
You were just having a bad day. Maybe you had wandered across a black cat or somehow, accidentally broken a mirror, but you were on a long streak of bad luck for the day.
It had started when you ran late for work, and continued when you spilled your cup of coffee all over one of your co-workers. You were hoping that your lunch break wouldn’t be that bad, but of course life had it out for you today.
You already felt the tears beginning to well up as you looked at the ice cream on the ground that had fallen from it’s cone. You had only bought it to make yourself feel better, but all it had done was make you feel worse.
You brought a hand up to your mouth as you tried to stifle your sob, trying to ignore the looks from the people on the sidewalk around you.
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry.”
You looked up from the ice cream on the ground to see a woman standing in front of you, her black hair curled to perfection. She was gorgeous and you let out a small gasp just at the mere sight of her.
“It’s just ice cream.” She gave you a glittering smile and for some reason, the way she smiled at you gave you the best feeling you had felt all day. “Here, let me buy you a new one, honey.”
“You don’t have to,” you managed to mumble out.
“Come on,” she held out a hand, “my treat.”
prompts are closed.
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jack: fuck, marry, kill. here are your options: peggy ca-
dottie: fuck peggy, marry peggy, and kill peggy
jack:
dottie:
jack: what?
dottie: what?
i feel like this joke has been done before but i just thought of it and i’ve never seen it before so-
#agent carter#carterwood#dottie underwood#jack thompson#peggy carter#everyone is in love with peggy carter#i imagine this happens when an interrogation got dull or smth lol#incorrect quotes#maddie speaks now
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Peggy staring down at Dottie in that interrogation scene but being an absolute menace, Dottie leans in close to fluster Peggy in any way she can >:)
Does it work? I doubt it but they’ll play chicken for quite a while
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After I kept comparing Dottie Underwood to the Untitled Goose Game goose, I knew I had to make this
Sorrynotsorry
#I would 100% play this if it were a legit game#Just imagine Dottie chasing Peggy Jarvis and Sousa around like this#Bonus points if you add Angie to the mix#Made this whilst feeling unwell so sorry if it’s shitty lol#dottie underwood#marvel#agent carter
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Edelweiss
Daniel Sousa x Peggy Carter
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Requested: Nope! This is for day one of Peggysous week, run by @fandomsandxfiles-writes :) Thanks for running this dude, it’s gonna be a super fun week of Peggysous fics and fanwork!!
Summary: It's Peggy and Daniel's wedding day, and like everyone else, they hope nothing goes wrong on their special day. They should've known: as agents of the SSR, they'd never be able to put on a big event without something going wrong.
Word Count: 3,075
Edelweiss Chosen Meaning: Signifies deep love and devotion. Native to the Alps, so those who harvest this flower must face danger to prove that love and devotion.
Category: Fluff? Some humor?
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2:08pm — Bride's Room
"Oh my God, Peggy, aren't you excited to get married?" squealed Angie, fussing over her friend's hairdo, which she had taken charge of. Peggy smiled at Angie through the mirror.
"To be perfectly honest, I'm exstatic!"
"Oh, and I bet Daniel is going to look so good in his tux," she continued.
"The Chief sure knows how to dress up, there's no doubt about that," agreed Rose, watching the whole process from a couch near Peggy.
"He's just gonna die when he sees you Peg, he really is," Angie said confidently.
"Hopefully not literally," Peggy replied with a grin. "I do actually want to have a husband at the end of all this."
"Speaking of the groom, I wonder how he's doing right now? Two hours before the wedding that he's gotta spend with Thompson and Aloysius," mused Rose. All three girls shuddered. They liked their group a lot better.
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2:14pm — Groom's Room
"That tie looks horrible, come here and let me fix it-"
"Thompson, I swear to God, if you mention my tie one more time-"
"Guys. Relax." Samberly bravely stepped between the two SSR chiefs, looking far braver than he had any business being. "You're both just nervous about the wedding, you gotta stop taking it out on each other."
Jack and Daniel stopped fighting, both turning their frustration and killer glares on Samberly. Samberly, for his part, quickly put his hands up and took a few steps back.
"Or, you know, do whatever you both feel like doing... What do I know anyway, huh?" He laughed nervously, continuing to back towards the door. "You know, I think I'm gonna go get some ice, and maybe a few drinks for everybody... so, uh... I'll be back."
With that, Samberly turned on his heel and rushed out the door. Jack and Daniel both sighed, at last turning back to each other.
"You think the double death glare was too much?" asked Daniel.
"No, I don't." Daniel just rolled his eyes. "But hey, if you really need some space, I can give it to you."
"You can?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, not ready to believe Jack's words at all.
"Yeah, I can. It's your wedding day for God's sake, I want to make it easier, not harder. I'll go get some real drinks instead of whatever garbage Samberly finds to bring back."
Daniel smiled as Thompson headed for the door. They didn't always get along, but after everything they'd been through together, they were as good as brothers.
"Oh, and fix your tie," Jack called over his shoulder as he reached the door. "It looks like shit."
As Jack stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him, he heard just the beginning of Daniel's disgusted snort before it cut off. He smiled to himself. Mission accomplished.
Jack turned to go find somewhere to grab a couple beers or something, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a sickeningly familiar voice from behind him.
"Hello Agent Thompson."
No. It couldn't be.
Jack started to whirl around, but before he knew what was happening, someone delivered a hard blow to his head. His vision went dark as he crumpled to the ground outside Sousa's dressing room.
He was out cold.
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2:41pm — Bride's Room
"Alright English, makeup time while your curls set. Turn around so Rose and I can get workin'."
Peggy just smiled as Angie spun her around in her chair to face Rose, who was waiting with her makeup brushes.
"We're gonna get you all dolled up Peg." Rose smiled, but before they could get any farther than that, the door flew open. All three women turned to look and found Samberly, panting and looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"Sousa- Peggy- I-" he wheezed between gasps of air, fighting to catch his breath.
"What the hell are you doin' in here?" demanded Angie, rushing over to push him back out the door. "Get outta here!"
Samberley fought back, still unable to find the words he was looking for.
"Hold on a minute Angie," said Peggy, moving over to where the pair was still wrestling. "Let him sit down and catch his breath."
Angie didn't look happy about it, but she let him pass. Samberly nodded his thanks as he collapsed on the couch Rose had occupied earlier.
"Now, Agent Samberly, take some deep breaths," Peggy instructed, kneeling in front of Samberly to help him with his recovery. "Focus on me, and tell me what happened."
"Well... the Chiefs... the Chiefs were arguing like usual," he started, still gasping for breath but now able to find words. "So I left to give them some space, but I figured I shouldn't be gone too long, so I went back. But before I could get back in the room, I saw this guy lying unconscious in the hallway. When I got closer, I saw it was Chief Thompson! So I went inside to get Sousa's help dealing with him, but Sousa was gone!"
Peggy's heart dropped. She knew Daniel would never abandon their wedding day, and with Thompson unconscious in the hallway, the whole thing reeked of foul play.
"Samberly, I need you to focus. Where is Jack now?"
"I left him in the Groom's Room. Peggy, you don't think-"
Peggy didn't even let him finish his sentence. She stood, turning to Rose and Angie.
"Rose, stay here with Samberly. Hopefully Thompson will have some explanation for all this that's not as bad as it seems, but if he doesn't, I need you to call the SSR and get reinforcements here ASAP."
"Yes ma'am." Rose saluted, then Peggy turned to Angie.
"Angie, come with me. We're going to go see what's wrong with Thompson."
With that, she marched out the door, Angie scurrying after her. Peggy kept her head on a swivel as they walked, prepared for an attack from any direction.
"Peg..." started Angie, sounding hesitant. "I know that Thompson guy being knocked out looks bad but... are you sure it's time to go full SSR mode? I mean, it's your wedding day. You're not supposed to get in fist fights on your wedding day."
"Angie, do you remember when you first met Daniel? And you decided you liked him, and you told me it was because he was the kind of man who would always be there for me?"
"Yeah..."
"And with the number of enemies we have out there in the world, do you really think cold feet or frustration with Thompson is the most likely scenario?"
"Gee English, I didn't think about it that way. Maybe we'd better pick up the pace a little."
Angie sped up, actually getting a little ahead of Peggy for a few steps. Peggy took the lead again as they reached the Groom's Room, motioning for Angie to watch her back as she went inside.
Peggy took a deep breath, then burst through the door, ready to start swinging as soon as she got inside. Fortunately, no one was lying in wait for her past the door. Just an unconscious Jack Thompson, spread eagle in the middle of the floor.
"Alright Angie, you can come in!" Angie joined her friend in the room as Peggy leaned down to check on Thompson. He was still breathing, and he still had a steady pulse.
And there was still no Daniel in sight.
"Angie, stay here with Jack," said Peggy, standing once more. "See if you can wake him up and get him talking. I need to go find Daniel, but I'll send Rose and Samberly to come meet you first."
"Okay English. Stay safe."
"I promise." Peggy smiled, then headed back to the Bride's Room to get Rose and Samberly. The gears in her head were turning, thinking of the people who might have done this and where they might have gone. There were quite a few options for both.
Peggy remained alert as she walked down the halls, but her theorizing proved just enough of a distraction. Peggy didn't notice the person silently creeping up behind her until it was too late.
She had broken her promise to Angie.
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2:37pm — Undisclosed Location
Daniel groaned as his senses started coming back to him. His head hurt, a lot, and he couldn't really move. What the hell had happened?
Slowly, he pried open his eyes. As soon as he did, the memories came rushing back, and he came face to face with his captor.
Dottie Underwood.
"Well good morning, sunshine," she said in that sickly sweet voice. "Took you long enough to wake up."
"Are you kidding me?" Daniel groaned. "On my wedding day?"
He saw now that his arms and legs were tied securely to a chair. He pulled against the restraints, but to no avail. Dottie just smiled.
"You didn't really think I'd let my two favorite SSR agents get married without so much as telling me, did you? Daniel, I really thought we were closer than that after our mission in LA." She jutted out her lip like she was pouting, but Daniel was more than used to her antics by now.
"What do you want, Dottie?"
"Aw, you're no fun Agent Sousa. No foreplay, no back and forth?"
She paused, but Daniel didn't respond. He just kept staring her down, until finally, she gave in with a sigh.
"Fine. You want to do this the direct way? Then fine. Here's the deal..." She put her hands on his arms where they were tied to the chair, then leaned in close. "Peggy has a dream life, and now she's getting a dream wedding. I'm not just going to sit by and watch while she gets everything I've ever dreamed of, and makes a permanent partnership with you, the biggest thorn in my side other than her. So you have two choices. The first one's easy! You get to pick up and leave, start a new life somewhere, and walk away from this still breathing. All you have to do is leave Peggy behind."
"And the second choice?"
"I kill you," said Dottie cheerfully. "And ruin her life that way. So, what'll it be Chief Sousa?"
"I love Peggy."
Dottie huffed, rolling her eyes before refocusing on Daniel.
"Everybody knows that. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm never going to abandon her."
"Either way you'll be leaving her all alone." Dottie stood now, slowly circling Daniel like a shark. "At least if you leave, you're still alive, and she can move on from that jerk who dumped her. Do you really want to make her get over another dead love of her life? You saw what she went through after Captain America went into the ice."
Daniel grimaced. It had taken Peggy a long time to get over Steve, and she said they hadn't even gone on an official date. How long would it take her to recover if her fiancé died?
Daniel took a deep breath and forced himself to come back to his senses. He would not leave the woman he loved for anything short of death.
"Come on, Daniel. Just let her go. Be willing to leave here and go somewhere else, without Peggy, and you walk away with your life."
"No. If it wasn't clear already by my choice, I'd die before leaving Peggy."
Dottie's expression soured as she stopped moving, glaring at Daniel.
"Fine. We'll come back to that, then. But first, I want to see if your fianceé feels the same way."
With that, she turned on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving Daniel facing a two-way mirror allowing him to see the empty room on the other side. He didn't know exactly what Dottie was planning next, but he knew it wouldn't be good.
He had to get out of there.
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3:21pm — The Same Undisclosed Location
"Peggy... come on Peg, wake up... WAKE UP!"
Peggy's eyes shot open. She tried to bolt upright, but she was stopped by ropes at her wrists and ankles, keeping her tied to a chair.
And she was face to face with Dottie Underwood.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," she groaned. "On my wedding day?"
"Funny. Your husband-to-be said almost the exact same thing."
"Dottie, where is he? And couldn't you have waited until after the honeymoon?"
"Uh-uh Peg. That's not the game."
"Then what is the game?"
"I'm offering you a deal. Either say you don't love Daniel, or I'll kill you."
"If you'd wanted to kill me, you would've done it already," said Peggy, confidently keeping eye contact with Dottie. Even as a prisoner, Peggy managed to keep the power and hold her own.
Dottie growled. "Fine. Maybe you're right, maybe I'm not done with you. But I don't need him for any reason. So say you don't love Daniel, or I'll kill him."
"I... don't... know why you actually think you're going to get anywhere with this! The SSR'll be here any minute, and then you'll be stuck behind bars all over again."
Dottie took a deep breath, clearly determined to keep going, but Peggy cut her off.
"I love Daniel. That's never going to change, and I'm certainly not going to lie about it just so you can get satisfaction for whatever game you're playing."
"Fine." Dottie stood now, deceptively calm. "You can go on living your life knowing you're completely devoted to Daniel Sousa. Unfortunately for both of you, I gave him the same choice, and he also chose death over leaving you."
Dottie started heading for the door. Peggy came face to face with a large mirror as Dottie stepped aside, and Dottie paused to draw her attention to it before leaving.
"Chief Sousa chose to die instead of leave. Now you get to watch me help him follow through with that choice."
Dottie flicked a switch without looking back, slamming the door behind her. The lights in Peggy's room went out, and the mirror turned into a window as light flooded the room behind it.
Two-way mirror.
Peggy could see a chair facing her, but it was empty. She quickly scanned the room and saw Daniel by the door, standing behind it and clearly waiting for Dottie.
He must have seen her leave Peggy's side. Dottie hadn't bothered to look through the glass on Peggy's side before going over, and now Daniel actually had a chance to get the drop on her.
"Come on, Daniel," Peggy muttered under her breath. It killed her to be stuck on the other side of the glass, unable to help. Daniel held his crutch like a weapon, ready to clock Dottie as soon as she came through the door.
Dottie clearly wanted to intimidate the couple, so she forcefully flung open the door and strutted into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the empty chair, but she was already a few steps inside, and Sousa was already swinging his crutch.
He clocked her right upside the head, and she went down. She started to recover, but before she got the chance, Daniel was already safely in the hallway, locking the door behind him.
Dottie was trapped in her own cell.
A few moments later, Daniel came bursting into the room where Peggy was being held. He let out a sigh of relief, then moved to untie her.
"Thank God you're alright," he muttered.
"Likewise. And nice moves in there. Dottie didn't know what hit her."
Daniel grinned as he finished untying the last of Peggy's bonds. She stood, and the two paused for a moment to appreciate being together again, and safe.
"I love you," Peggy said, holding Daniel's hands and staring right into his eyes.
"And I love you. Now come on, let's go see if we can get this wedding back on track and officially put Dottie behind bars while she belongs. All in one day!"
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4:00pm — Outside the Church
"I want a thirty-block radius, no one leaves the city," Jack Thompson barked to the assembled SSR agents. "If she gets past any of you, you're done at the SSR. And find Carter and Sousa!"
Jack whirled around to continue organizing the search effort, but stopped dead in his tracks whe he saw who was walking up the steps towards him.
Carter and Sousa.
"Where the hell have you two been?" Jack demanded, marching over to the couple. He was insanely relieved to see them, although he'd never admit it.
"Escaping Dottie," answered Peggy while Daniel turned to give new instructions to the SSR agents. "How's your head?"
"It's fine," said Jack, absent-mindedly reaching back to hold the spot where he'd been hit.
"Yeah, come on Peg, hard head like that? She didn't leave a mark," Daniel teased, rejoining his friends once the SSR agents were on their way. Jack glared, but didn't respond. "The entire might of the SSR—minus the agents in attendance for our wedding—are going to apprehend Dottie now."
"Wonderful. I'm going to find Rose and Angie, and if they can work their magic like they say they can, I should be ready in half an hour or less. Daniel?"
"I'll meet you at the alter." He leaned in to give his fiancée a kiss for the last time before being married, and she gave him a dazzling smile before strutting off. Daniel turned back to Jack. "Well? You think I can be ready in half an hour?"
It took Jack a minute to recover from his shock. Once he did, he grinned and threw an arm around Daniel.
"That depends. Did Dottie manage to rip that God awful tie to shreds before you escaped?"
Daniel groaned and rolled his eyes as he and Jack walked back into the church. This was going to be the longest half hour of his life.
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Slippers and Schoolbooks: chapter 11
Series masterlist
Word count: 634
Characters: cartinelli, jackdaniels, starkfredi, chunky and rosie the cats, dottie (ish)
Summary: its a surprise
“Have you guys noticed Rosie is getting a little fat?”
Daniel was laying on his back in the living room, Rosie splayed on top of him.
“Well considering the size of that disgusting snake-cat over there, i’m not surprised.” Peggy said in between sips of coffee. She was referring to Chunky, who, was laying next to Jack on the couch.
“Hey! Don’t be mean to my beautiful rat boy.” Jack frowned, hugging Chunky protectively. (which led to Jack getting hissed at and Chunky running away)
Peggy rolled her eyes, going back to her book.
The smell of the waffles Angie was making drifted into the living room, causing the 3 of them to float into the kitchen like moths to a lamp.
1 week later
Howard had invited them all to his house for dinner. Yes, he was a college student with a house of his own. (he was loaded what can i say) Anyway, the 4 of them were all preparing to leave and go. Naturally, it was chaos because they were all disasters.
“ANGIE! WHERE ARE MY SHOES?” Peggy yelled from the bedroom. Of course, Angie couldn’t answer because she was trapped in her sweater.
Jack didn’t want to go because he disliked Howard (long story involving a contest with jack losing). So to make life hard, he was training the cats to be his army so he could “destroy that moustached slut once and for all”. This wasn’t working very well because Chunky literally had no brain cells, and Rosie (although being well trained in jiu jitsu as Jack assured) was being more pissy than normal.
Daniel had tried on 4 different bow ties and finally agreed on one. So he was the most functional.
So at 5:30 they finally stumbled out of the house to Howard’s.
5 hours later.
“Jack stop sulking we’re home now.” Peggy muttered as she unlocked the apartment door.
Jack mumbled something rude and pushed past her into the dark apartment.
Before he turned the lights on, he knew something was off.
Click
“EWWW SOMETHING RAN PAST AND TOUCHED ME I THINK ITS A RAT ” He screamed and covered his eyes instantly.
“OH MY GOD!” Angie squealed. “LOOK!”
In the living room, on the couch, the floor, were kittens.
The 4 of them stood dumbfounded.
Daniel was the first to speak,
“Um,, how.”
Angie went over and pet a very exhausted looking Rosie.
Peggy found Chunky hiding in the corner and glared at him,
“What did you do meat boy?!”
“No pegs it wasn’t him,” Jack cut in. “We had him fixed so THIS wouldnt happen.”
“THEN HOW!” Daniel yelled.
Everyone now turned to Angie, who had been very quiet through this. She was lying on the floor with the 5 kittens on top of her. When she noticed they were all looking at her she spoke,
“What?”
“Angie,” Peggy stared her down. “How did Rosie get pregnant?”
Angie looked away from them.
“Angie.”
“OK well Dottie came over one day and i told her to bring Vodka (that was her cats name) because Rosie needs to socialise with a normal looking cat instead of Chunky.”
“BUT HOW DID YOU LET THEM REPRODUCE.” Jack squeaked.
“I dont know! We were watching disney movies we werent paying attention!”
There was silence.
One of the kittens went near Chunky and tried to play with him, he just looked at it and it got scared and ran back to Angie. Daniel had now joined her on the floor.
“What the hell are we going to do with them!” Peggy threw her hands up.
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Howard sat on the red velvet couch in his house.
“I’m home!” Joseph called.
“Hey what do you want for dinn–”
Joey stared at Howard in shock.
“Howard,,,, why are you holding 5 kittens?”
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Early Fox Gets The Bird
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by flyingfoxtopus
Steve is so close to his happily ever after he can taste it. There’s almost nothing standing between him and the beautiful future with the loves of his life. A life more perfect than he could ever have imagined. All he has to do is return the Infinity Stones, repair the damage caused by undoing the Snap, and find a way to protect their now vulnerable timeline.
So close and yet so far.
At least he has both his people with him this time. Sweet Ayame, who tried to warn him. Beloved Bucky, beside him no matter what. He’s sure the three of them can shake the universe, but he’d rather spend the time sketching them while they played with their baby.
Just a little longer and they can have that.
Assuming they don’t mess this up.
Words: 3420, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 16 of Domesticated Foxes
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Ancient One (Marvel), Daniel Sousa, Howling Commandos, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, Gabe Jones, Percival "Pinky" Pinkerton, Happy Hogan, Jason Wilkes, Whitney Frost, Dottie Underwood, Edwin Jarvis, Ana Jarvis, Loki (Marvel), Peggy Carter's Husband
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa, Daniel Sousa/Violet (Agent Carter TV)
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Past Relationship(s), Developing Relationship, Major Original Character(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, thrupple, Angst, Awesome Howling Commandos, 1940s
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Agent Carter: Phantom Pain
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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
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*crashes into room* i am HERE for wlw wednesday
this time to talk about dottie underwood because she could honestly kill me and i'd be fine with it and i also think she would be one of those people who acts really tough but is actually really cuddly when you're alone
Dottie Underwood could murder me in a back alley and I would be ok with it tbh
I know it’s not the best trope but I love the “is stand-off-ish to everyone and anything except for their boo” trope and I stand by it
imagine her literally getting done with a mission and she opens the apartment door to you all cuddled up into a blanket and she swoons
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