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swan-of-sunrise · 7 months

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Necessary Evils (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: As they await news of Michael Carter's surgery, (Y/N) and Jack discuss her unwanted connection to Arnim Zola and the feel of foreboding that the former Hydra doctor left in his wake.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader, Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there! This week's surprise one-shot is gonna explore a little of Specs' whereabouts in the aftermath of Bucky Barnes' death in The First Avenger and we're gonna have some great moments between her and Jack, so buckle up! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Necessary Evils January 1948 Los Angeles County Hospital, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“I got you some tea from the hospital’s cafeteria.” (Y/N) was pulled out of her silent reverie by Jack taking a seat beside her and offering her a disposable paper cup, the concerned gleam in her boyfriend’s blue eyes accompanied by the smallest of smiles for her benefit. “Earl Grey and two teaspoons of honey; I know how much it helps when you get one of your stress headaches.”

(Y/N), touched by his thoughtful gesture, reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She reached for the cup and after taking a long sip, she sat back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a frustrated sigh. “I hate this. The longer the surgery takes, the more I’d like to burst into that operating room and re-arrest that Nazi bastard before he tries anything funny with Michael.”

Beside her, Jack nodded as he patiently listened to her threats and threw Peggy – who was anxiously pacing across the hospital waiting room while Daniel unsuccessfully attempted to talk her into sitting down – a furtive glance before replying, “I don’t think this Zola guy would risk a lifetime imprisonment or execution by trying to bump off Carter mid-surgery, Specs. I mean, Stark and half a dozen MP’s are watchin’ him and the neurosurgeons like hawks as we speak, and he’s not gonna jeopardize the sweet deal the JIOA cut for him for something as low-stakes as this.”

“I wouldn’t call any of this ‘low-stakes,’ Flyboy,” (Y/N) murmured, looking around the fully-occupied waiting room and reflexively tightening her grip on her cup of tea; she, Jack, Peggy, Daniel, and the Jarvises, along with over a dozen uniformed SOE officers and SSR officials, were gathered at Los Angeles County Hospital for the long-awaited surgery that would theoretically restore Michael Carter’s mind to what it was before the brainwashing that Hydra subjected him to during the war. Several of the SOE officers served alongside Michael and had volunteered to travel from England to be with their fellow soldier in his time of need, but Peggy was understandably the most concerned of them all; Michael made his younger sister promise not to contact their parents about his staged death in 1941 and sudden reappearance until it was confirmed that the dangerous surgery was a success, wanting to prevent Harrison and Amanda Carter another heartbreak on the off-chance that Arnim Zola and the team of neurosurgeons failed and he passed away on the operating table. The Carter siblings spent several minutes alone with one another before they wheeled Michael into the operating room and since then, Peggy hadn’t been able to stay still. I’d be the same way if Freddie’s life were in the hands of that Nazi son of a bitch, (Y/N) thought to herself and one of her hands moved upwards to caress the locket containing her deceased brother’s photograph as she sympathetically watched Peggy continue to pace.

“You know what I mean.” Jack scooted closer to her side and when she finally looked over at him, the look of concern in his blue eyes was as prominent as ever. “Look, I get why Peggy’s taking all this personally…but I can’t figure why you are, too. You can talk to me, baby…” His hand moved to rest on her shoulder, and (Y/N) could feel the comforting warmth of his touch through the thin material of her blouse. “Whatever you’ve gotta say, I’m here. And if you don’t feel up to talkin’ just yet, then I’ll still be right here with you.”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze to her lap and spent several moments mustering the strength to speak, her voice wavering as she recalled some of the darkest moments of the war, the ones that she wished she could forget forever but sadly never could. “I helped capture Zola. I was deployed with the Howlies in the Swiss Alps, and we were tasked with finding and capturing Zola to interrogate him about Schmidt’s plans. Morita intercepted several radio transmissions from Hydra and after I decoded them, we had confirmation that Zola was on a train scheduled to travel through the same mountain pass that we were navigating. Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I used a zip chord to get onto the train while it was still in motion; Steve and Bucky left to secure the front train cars while Gabe and I stayed on the roof as their back-up, and that’s…that’s when…”

Her boyfriend rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he looked over at her. “That was the mission that Sergeant Barnes didn’t survive, wasn’t it?” She nodded, her eyes still diligently trained on the dark blue material of her trousers, but she could feel his compassionate gaze on her as he continued. “Barnes died a hero to his country. The bastard turned against Schmidt to save his own skin, and Cap and the SSR were able to end Hydra and the war. That’s gotta bring you and the rest of the Howling Commandos some satisfaction, right?”

“It did…” (Y/N) admitted, but she tightly pursed her lips as she recalled the aftermath of the fateful mission to capture Zola alive. “Right up until his interrogation, that is.”

The tunnels below the London headquarters of the Strategic Scientific Reserve echoed with the sound of (Y/N)’s standard-issue heels making contact with the stone floor as she approached one of many interrogation cells; her fingers tightly clutched the classified file in her hands in an effort to contain her swirling emotions but judging by the apprehensive expressions on the stationed MP’s faces whenever she passed by, she was doing a poor job of masking her true feelings.

“As requested, a copy of my mission report to D.C.,” (Y/N) announced as she came to a stop before Colonel Phillips, and she arched a brow at the tray of food he was holding. “Hungry?”

“Zola surrendered and didn’t try to do himself in with cyanide, so I figured that the usual interrogation techniques might not work on this wack-job. He should count himself lucky; I’ve got over a dozen SSR agents chomping at the bit to finally get their hands on a live Hydra operative.”

Just as Colonel Phillips balanced the tray on one hand to reach for the file, (Y/N) tightened her grip on it and blurted out, “Colonel, I need to go in there with you.”

“Agent (Y/L/N), you and the rest of the 107th tactical team have my condolences for Sergeant Barnes’ death, but I can’t allow you any access to-”

“Respectfully, Colonel, you’re the commanding officer of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; you can directly authorize an agent access to as many high-security prisoners as you deem necessary, correct? I’m only requesting access to one.”

“You don’t get to tell me how to do my job, Agent.” The sharp tone in the older man’s voice conflicted with the uncharacteristic compassion emanating from his dark brown gaze. “I’ll authorize you access to the observation room, but that’s it.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain composed, but there was nothing she could do to keep her voice from trembling with barely-restrained grief. “Colonel, the man on the other side of that door is the reason my friend and God knows how many Allied soldiers are dead. I…I need to do all I can to ensure that he gives us all the intel we need to take Hydra down. I need to help end this war once and for all.”

In contrast with the strained working relationships he shared with Peggy and Howard, Colonel Chester Phillips seemed to have a soft spot for (Y/N) since the moment she was loaned out to the SSR from the OSS; Peggy often speculated that it was because she reminded him of his granddaughter back home and although she’d never admit it aloud, (Y/N) considered him to be the father-figure she’d always longed for. They got along with one another but more importantly, they shared a mutual respect and it was that respect that seemingly compelled the older man into finally giving her a relenting nod. With a brief command from Colonel Phillips, the MP stationed nearby opened the door and after taking a deep breath, (Y/N) followed the colonel into the interrogation cell.

A dim light from an overhead fixture illuminated the sparsely decorated cell, and the Swiss doctor whirled around to face them both as they sat down at the interrogation table; a surge of pleasure rippled through (Y/N) when she observed his colorless face and the way his hands anxiously fiddled with the sleeves of his prisoner’s uniform, and she maintained eye-contact with him as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat. Colonel Phillips set the tray of food down onto the table and spun it around before gesturing towards the unoccupied chair across from them. “Sit down.”

With obvious trepidation, Zola followed his order and sat, his brow arching as he looked down at the steak, potatoes, broccoli and glass of milk laid out before him. “What is this?”

“Steak.”

“What is in it?”

“Cow!” Colonel Phillips looked incredulously between (Y/N) and Zola. “Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?”

The Swiss doctor shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

Taken aback by (Y/N)’s pointed question, Zola fidgeted in his seat and replied, “It disagrees with me.”

“How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?”

While Zola’s brow furrowed in confusion, Colonel Phillips spun the tray back around and used the utensils to begin cutting into the steak as (Y/N) continued. “Every Hydra agent that we’ve tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we can stop him, but not you.”

The colonel hummed in agreement as he feasted on the tray of food, raising his fork in the air and glancing over at (Y/N) with a look of exaggerated curiosity on his wrinkled face. “Here’s my brilliant theory, Agent (Y/L/N): he wants to live.”

“You’re trying to intimidate me, Colonel.” Zola’s beady eyes flicked between them as a sheen of sweat slowly covered his balding head, obviously growing anxious under the strain of his imprisonment and their unconventional interrogation.

Colonel Phillips scoffed. “We bought you dinner. Why don’t we cut to the chase and show Doctor Zola here what’s in that file?”

While the colonel cut the steamed potatoes into quarters, (Y/N) withdrew a single piece of paper from the file and slid it across the table, her red-lacquered nails drumming on the tabletop as she watched the Swiss doctor read the typed mission report aloud. “‘…and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland…’”

“I sent that message to Washington this morning. Of course, it was encoded.” (Y/N) leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop, and fixed Zola with an unwavering stare. “You guys haven’t broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward.”

Zola’s expression remained neutral, but the lines between his brows were visibly deeper and she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head while he carefully considered his predicament. “Schmidt will know this is a lie.”

“He’s going to kill you anyway, doc.” Colonel Phillips punctuated his blunt reply with a shrug. “You’re a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone and the last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend, so I wouldn’t count on the very best of protection.” The sound of Bucky’s scream as he fell from the train and into the deep chasm below played on a loop in (Y/N)’s mind, forcing her to dig her nails into the skin of her palms to keep from reacting, an action she was no stranger to as a woman serving in a secretive branch of the Allied armed forces but one that she hated having to perform in the wake of her friend’s death. “It’s you or Schmidt; it’s just the hand you’ve been dealt.”

The Swiss doctor, taking note of the colonel’s grim tone and the obvious tension in (Y/N)’s shoulders, huffed out a humorless chuckle before nodding once and stating, “Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him.”

“You do realize that’s nuts, don’t you?”

Shaking his head, Zola huffed out a humorless chuckle at the colonel’s comment. “The sanity of the plan is of no consequence.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he can do it!”

(Y/N), losing patience with Zola and his feeble attempts at providing them with answers, snapped out, “What’s his target?”

When Zola’s beady eyes focused on hers, a shiver of foreboding traveled up (Y/N)’s spine and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to look away as he simply replied, “His target…is everywhere.”

“He told us everything we needed to know; the exact coordinates of Schmidt’s secret base in the Alps, a detailed run-down of Schmidt’s plan to bomb over half a dozen of the world’s largest cities, how much time we had before Hydra’s scheduled attack on New York…and within twenty-four hours, Schmidt was dead and Hydra was finally defeated.” (Y/N)’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her now-empty cup and she was leaning against Jack’s side, taking comfort in her boyfriend’s sturdy form as she spoke in the lowest tone she could and kept a wary eye on Peggy across the waiting room. “But there was something about his eyes, like he knew some big secret that the colonel and I could never understand, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something we missed.” Swallowing thickly, she finally looked over at Jack and met his empathetic gaze. “That’s crazy, right?”

Jack shook his head. “Definitely not. Listen, Specs, we might’ve both served on opposite ends of the world, but all the horrible shit we saw and lived through during the war? It hasn’t broken us. We’re still here, and our experiences matter because they’re what shaped us into the people we are today: people who dedicated their lives to making this screwed-up world a better place.” The corner of his lip curved into a small smile as he affectionately bumped the side of her head with his own. “You were the one who taught me that.”

Looking into his clear blue eyes, (Y/N) felt the stiffness in her shoulders begin to melt away and she couldn’t fight the smile that slowly made its way onto her face. “I’m a pretty good teacher, aren’t I?”

“Oh, hands-down, the smartest and most gorgeous teacher I’ve ever had.” Her boyfriend’s flirtatious wink forced (Y/N) to mask her giggle with a cough and flash several of the waiting room’s occupants an apologetic look while he quietly continued. “If you think that Zola’s up to no good, then I believe you. There’s no easy way to handle a situation as delicate as Operation Paperclip; all we can do is our best and in this case, the best that we can do is to keep a close eye on him and every other scumbag Nazi scientist that they’ve recruited. How’s that sound, Specs?”

She took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. “Like a pretty solid game plan, Flyboy.”

Before either of them could say another word, the double doors leading into the hospital’s operating room swung open and Howard strode into the waiting room, a grin on his face as he made a bee-line over to where Peggy stood. “Michael’s been wheeled into a recovery room and all preliminary signs are pointin’ to a successful operation. Your brother’s gonna be just fine, Peg.”

The younger woman’s anxious expression was overtaken by a look of overwhelming relief and she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the inventor in a tight hug. The rest of the waiting room collectively released the grateful breath that they’d been holding for hours and while the SOE officers and SSR officials talked amongst themselves, Jack wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss onto her temple; she closed her eyes and as she took comfort in her boyfriend’s supportive touch, she spoke a silent word of thanks to the universe for Michael’s successful surgery and for sending her a supportive and understanding partner in the form of Jack Grant Thompson.

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A/N: They're gonna have their hands full keeping an eye on Zola and the other Hydra scientists 👀 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

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timeguardiansarchive · 1 year

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#Muse: Peggy Carter #Peggy Carter x Daniel Sousa #Daniel Sousa #those guys were so mean -- tricking him into peeping on her #Peggy's scars

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mia-675 · 2 years

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"Bitch, wheres my spaghetti??"

"Fuck you, you beat up my son, you don't get spaghetti"

#agent carter #peggy carter #peggy carter x daniel sousa #daniel sousa

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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M. Carter

Daniel Sousa x Peggy Carter

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Written for day seven of Peggysous week, hosted by @peggysousweek ! That’s the last one for 2022 y’all! Woohoo!

Fandom: Marvel

Day Seven Prompts: Ghosts, Michael Carter, Meet the Family, Wedding

Summary: After months of work, the team at the SSR have finally tracked down the man who shot Jack Thompson. Daniel and Peggy are responsible for bringing him in, but the mission might be a little more complicated than they first anticipated.

Word Count: 1,842

Category: Angst, Fluff, little bit of Humor?

A/N: I've never been able to get this interview with one of the Agent Carter creators out of my head. This is a product of that.

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

"Alright, you got all your gear ready to go?" asked Daniel, looking Peggy up and down to check for himself.

"Yes. And you?" Daniel nodded, and Peggy took a deep breath. "Alright then. Let's do this."

Daniel quickly pulled Peggy in for a kiss, and then the two started backing towards their separate paths.

"Be safe, alright?" said Daniel. "We've got a date at the end of an isle in a few months that I don't want you to miss."

Peggy smiled. "Trust me, Daniel, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll see you shortly."

With that, the pair turned and were on their way.

After months of work, the SSR team had at last managed to track down the person who'd shot Jack Thompson. Peggy and Daniel had come all the way to Europe, setting up a careful sting mission, to capture the man in question. Jack, for his part, still wasn't completely back in fighting shape after his near-death experience, so he had to wait at the airstrip with the extraction team. He hadn't even been allowed to play the role of getaway driver, much to his frustration.

Despite months of research using all the SSR's resources, the team still didn't have a name for their mystery person. They knew enough about his track record, however, to know he was incredibly dangerous. The man was a ghost, and had been operating in Europe as a ruthless mercenary and shadow of death since before the end of the war. Peggy and Daniel would be doing a good deed for more than just Jack Thompson if they managed to catch him today.

They could do this. They'd taken on Dottie Underwood, after all, and there was no way this guy was worse than her.

Daniel crept through the dim, deserted building he and Peggy had tracked their target to. The plan was for him to come from one direction and for Peggy to come from the other, leaving the mystery man trapped between them with no way out. Daniel focused on steadying his breathing as he rounded a corner, then stopped at the end of a long hallway.

He could see into the room ahead of him, where he and Peggy planned to pinch their target. As planned, the man in question stood there, his back to Daniel and unaware of his arrival. Daniel's heart almost dropped out of his chest, however, when he saw Peggy on the other side of the room, standing in plain sight very decidedly against the plan and staring at the mystery man like she'd seen a ghost.

"Michael?" Daniel heard his fiancée breath the name from across the room. He frantically racked his brain for why the name sounded familiar, then almost had to lean against the wall for support as the realization rocked him.

Michael Carter. Peggy's older brother, declared dead in the early stages of the war just before Peggy joined the S.O.E. And apparently standing before them now.

The man–Michael Carter–sighed heavily.

"Hello, Peg. It's been a while."

"Michael... what in the hell are you doing here?" Peggy demanded, voice rising rapidly as she snapped out of her shock. She stormed across the room towards Michael, but he didn't move an inch, even as Peggy approached him with a fury that would've made most men run and hide. "I thought you were dead! We all thought you were dead-"

"You were meant to."

Peggy came to a screeching halt. Daniel could just see her face around Michael's frame, and the horror, rage, and devastation made him want to rush across the room to embrace her. Only years of training made him think twice and keep his head.

"I was meant to... Michael Carter, you had better explain yourself this damned second and it had better be a very good explanation!" cried Peggy, not quite able to keep the sound of tears out of her voice. Michael just stared back at her, the slightest hint of remorse shining through his otherwise unbothered façade.

"Come now, Peggy, you're a smart girl. I'm sure you've figured it out by now. You just don't want to face the reality."

Peggy scowled at Michael, breathing heavily as she tried to process the rush of emotions washing over her. Tears threatened to fall, but her red-hot rising temper was enough to keep them at bay for the time being. Michael, for his part, just watched her mind work, the picture of calm, cool, and collected with his hands in his pockets while he waited.

"The M. Carter file," Peggy finally managed to choke out. "It's yours."

"Spot on," said Michael. Daniel felt another heart attack coming on. Jack's not-so-fake file that he'd tried to use to blackmail Peggy, the thing that had gotten him shot in the first place, had contained a real record of war crimes and criminal activity all along. The M. Carter in question just hadn't been Margret. "I'm just sorry you got dragged into all this. I never wanted it to be this way. Do me a favor and delegate this to someone else after this, will you?"

Peggy scoffed, disgust clear on her face. She opened her mouth to start yelling at Michael again, but before she could, he took his hand out of his pocket and dropped something on the floor. Before Peggy could react, smoke exploded in the room and Michael took off like a shot.

He'd have gotten away clean if it were just Peggy. But as it was, he ended up running right into the waiting arms of Daniel Sousa.

Daniel moved just in time, reacting from his hiding place and whacking Michael in the shins with his crutch. Michael cried out as he went sprawling, and Daniel quickly moved to block his exit once more.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" demanded Michael as he got back to his feet. He squared up and faced Daniel, and Daniel did the same.

"Daniel Sousa. SSR Chief and your sister's fiancé."

Michael laughed, the genuine smile on his face making him look more like an old friend than a new enemy. Daniel braced for whatever attack might be coming, but Michael turned away from Daniel, whirling just in time to block an attack from Peggy as she came rushing out of the smoke from his smoke bomb.

"Peggy, darling, I know this might not be the moment, but I honestly can't tell you how happy I am to hear that you didn't marry that pigheaded idiot Fred you were engaged to before I left," said Michael with a grin even as he traded blows with Peggy. "This one seems a much better match for you."

"Michael, I swear to GOD!" yelled Peggy as she went after him with renewed force. The fight continued like that for a few minutes, with Peggy too sloppy due to anger to end it and Michael apparently holding back and looking for an exit instead of trying to land a serious hit. Daniel bobbed around and shifted, looking for an opening he could take advantage of. Finally, as Michael had to focus on Peggy to deflect an especially aggressive flurry of blows, Daniel got his chance.

Michael managed to shove Peggy back and away from him, then took a step backwards as the start of his retreat. Daniel used his crutch to sweep Michael's legs out from under him again, but this time, Daniel got him covered with a gun before Michael could get back to his feet.

"Not bad at all," breathed Michael, a wild look in his eyes as he watched Daniel. His chest heaved and any hint of calm composure was gone as he said, "Go on then. End it."

"I just did," said Daniel. He was having none of this. "Peggy, come on, let's get him tied up and then get the hell out of here before any of his friends show up. We'll deal with... everything... once we're safely back on our own turf."

"You're telling me you're not going to kill me for everything I've done? You read the file, didn't you?" said Michael. He watched Daniel carefully. "And even if you didn't, you know I tried my damnedest to kill your little blond friend. You have no guarantees that I won't do it again."

"Michael Carter, there is no way in hell you are leaving, dying, getting killed, or doing any other damned thing that gets you off the hook before I'm through with you," huffed Peggy, anger lacing her every word as she tied Michael up. "Especially not after faking your own DAMNED DEATH."

"Yeah, and I've tried plenty hard to kill Thompson before too," added Daniel. "You're not special."

Michael huffed a disbelieving laugh as his sister and future brother-in-law hauled him to his feet. They headed quickly for the door, Daniel covering Michael with his handgun and Peggy holding her brother just above his elbow with a death grip to keep him from running off. The couple didn't speak as they ushered Michael out of the building and into their waiting getaway car, both breathing a sigh of relief as they loaded up in the back and their driver pulled away.

"So. Am I invited to the wedding?" asked Michael. He stared down Peggy and Daniel from his seat on one side of the van, clearly not intimidated by Daniel's gun still being trained on him. Peggy seethed in her seat, and let out her feelings by giving him a hard kick in the shins. "Ow!"

"I'm just going to jump in here before this gets out of hand," said Daniel. He passed his gun to Peggy, letting her cover Michael for a moment while he tied a gag around the man's mouth. The last thing any of the SSR agents needed was Michael and Peggy getting into a wrestling match in the back of the van.

Michael scowled as Daniel sat back in his seat and took back the gun. His scowl made Peggy smile, and she gave Daniel a grateful look.

He rested his free hand on her knee in silent support. None of this was going to be easy to deal with. Daniel could see and feel the turmoil, hurt, and betrayal written all over his fiancée's face and knew this next chapter in their lives might be the hardest yet. But he knew they could face it together. He was far from the first person to pick up complicated in-laws as part of a marriage, after all.

They'd handled everything life threw at them, back to back with each other the entire time. And as Peggy put her hand over Daniel's and squeezed, they both knew they'd be able to handle this challenge together too.

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hiddenvioletsgrow · 5 months

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“Yeah AoS season 7 and Endgame were great!”

goes back to my Peggysous fics in delusion

#agents of shield #agent carter #peggysous #peggy x daniel #peggy carter #daniel sousa #marvel #agent carter series #agent carter season 2

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high-risk-homosexual-behavior · 7 months

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Rewatching Agent Carter and thinking about how much better the show could be if Peggy and Angie ended up together and so did Sousa and Thompson.

#agent Carter #angie martinelli #peggy carter #peggy x angie #jack thompson #daniel sousa #Thompson x Sousa #Sousa x Thompson #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#Angie x Peggy

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cloakndagger2 · 4 months

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Can an AoS fan explain to me in detail what happened to Daniel Sousa on the show. I’m writing a Peggy Carter fanfic and even though I plan on watching AoS one day, I read he doesn’t appear til s7 and there’s no wayy I’m waiting that long

#aos #agents of shield #daniel sousa #peggy carter #peggysous #dousy #daniel x daisy #daniel x peggy

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tessatales · 2 years

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I finished watching Agent Carter recently and since that ending I can only think about how I think the first episode of season 3 woulda gone….

Would anyone be interested if I wrote it?

(I’m going to whether people want it or not, it will just depend if I post it or not 😂)

#avengers #avengers imagine #agent carter #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #season 2 #season 3 #why was it cancelled #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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avesrinapproved · 4 months

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

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

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

Carter looks up, "Howard?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good," he nods and takes her out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peggy leans closer “What happened last month?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can handle it." She nods

"Thank you," he says happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh both of those sound marvelous”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peggy nods, looping her hand into his arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right, you’re dismissed"

#agent carter #marvel #fanfic #ao3 #howard stark #peggy x howard #howard x steve #daniel sousa #bucky barnes #peggy x steve #peggy carter #getting back together #angst #fluff #romance

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earth-6677 · 6 months

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Nasty Boys Don't Ever Change

It's Peggy, Miss Carter if you're nasty!

Our heroes put their plans into action but so do their enemies. Turns out HYDRA's allied with some nasty marauders.

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Over The Moon (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day in the West Coast SSR and love is in the air for Daniel and Peggy, who spend the day watching their friends’ fledgling romance flourish and looking back on the beginnings of their own relationship.

Pairing: Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson X Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! I’m sorry it’s taken so long for this little one-shot to come out (I had a different one planned but after rewriting it twice, I scrapped it and decided to work on this one) but today, we’re gonna revisit Daniel and Peggy’s relationship from our favorite chief’s POV! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Over The Moon February 1948 West Coast Strategic Scientific Reserve, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“Aw, Peg, you shouldn’t have…”

Peggy simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled as Daniel reverently admired the signed baseball he’d just unwrapped. “It was no trouble at all, Daniel! Mr. Jarvis and I were at one of Howard’s silly parties and we just so happened to run into Mr. Robinson there, along with six of his fellow teammates from the Brooklyn Dodgers. I knew how much you liked the team, so I took advantage of the golden opportunity before me in the name of romance and voilà.”

Daniel grinned and shook his head in loving exasperation, knowing perfectly well that his amazing girlfriend had conned Howard Stark into pulling some strings and getting half the Brooklyn Dodgers to sign a baseball just for him. But there’s not a chance in hell that she’d ever admit to asking Stark for help, he thought with an inward chuckle as he crumpled the heart-patterned wrapping paper into a ball and tossed it into the waste basket across the office, and there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll ever question a ball signed by one of the best players in Major League Baseball. “It’s a very thoughtful gift, honey, definitely the best Valentine’s Day gift I’ve ever received. Thank you.” Daniel leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, lightly chuckling in embarrassment once they finally separated. “Now I sorta feel like a chump for just getting you that perfume…”

“You shouldn’t, darling; just because I enjoy cleaning and assembling weapons in my spare time doesn’t mean I don’t like smelling good while doing so.” Peggy smiled triumphantly as he laughed. “You took the time to browse my vanity, locate my perfume bottles and use them to determine which of the new perfumes at Bullock’s that I’d be the fondest of. I promise, it was just as thoughtful of a gift as a baseball signed by some of your all-time favorite players.”

A triumphant shout interrupted their next near-kiss, and they both looked out the office windows into the bullpen to see an elated Jack punch the air and scribble something down on a notepad. Sitting at the desk across from him, (Y/N) smiled to herself as she adjusted the vase full of baby-pink roses placed beside her morning cup of tea and continued typing out a case report on her typewriter. Daniel, sensing that there was something unusual going on between his top two agents, furrowed his brow in confusion and turned back to face his girlfriend. “What’s all that about?”

“Oh, (Y/N) thought it would be sweet to write a Valentine’s Day card entirely in code and give it to Jack along with his gift.” The office door was closed but Peggy lowered her voice all the same. “Don’t tell either of them that I said anything, but apparently our dear Jack mentioned to (Y/N) that he really wanted a photograph of her so that he could have something beautiful to brighten up his desk. So, she went down to the portrait studio last week and had one taken to give to him today.”

Sure enough, when Daniel looked back out at the bullpen, he spotted the framed black-and-white photograph of the agency’s top codebreaker and smiled at how carefully the ex-chief propped it against his desk lamp so that he could glance up at it while he decoded. “You don’t say? Are we one-hundred-percent certain she’s dating our Jack Thompson and not some sort of sappy doppelgänger who’s seen one too many Cary Grant flicks?”

Peggy chuckled as she leaned back against his desk. “It is a little hard to believe that the Jack Thompson currently hard at work decoding a declaration of love is the same one I once threatened to shoot. What’s even harder to believe, though, is that we never realized how obviously over the moon they were for one another; Thompson was forced to spell it out for us over the phone when he decided to step down as Chief and relocate to Los Angeles, remember?”

“When you think about it, it’s not really that surprising.” Daniel smirked a little at his girlfriend’s incredulous frown. “C’mon, Peg, how long did it take for us to get our heads out of our asses and finally admit that we were over the moon for each other?”

A light pink blush appeared in Peggy’s cheeks and he could practically see her recalling all those months of quiet pining and longing stares as she fought the smile that was threatening to form on her cherry-red lips. “Perhaps you have a point there, Daniel. Out of curiosity, when was it that you started to have feelings for me?”

“The exact moment? I’m not really sure, but I do know when I realized that I saw you as more than my coworker.” Daniel hung his crutch on its hook and sat down in his desk’s chair. “It wasn’t very long after I joined the SSR and I was having a real bad day that day; I slipped on the steps outside and that caused me to be late, Dooley handed one of my cases over to Thompson, and Krzeminski wouldn’t stop cracking jokes about my leg. But then you came around with the lunch orders and there was a chocolate-chip cookie I definitely didn’t order hidden inside my take-out box; that cookie turned a bad day into an okay one…well, that and when Krzeminski’s desk drawers mysteriously jammed and he fell on his ass trying to pry them open.” They laughed and Daniel smiled up at Peggy as he continued. “That’s when I knew that there was someone in my corner at the SSR, someone who didn’t pity me but who understood better than most anyone what it felt like to be up against the entire world.”

With a gentle smile on her face, Peggy slid down from the desk and took a seat on his lap, one of her arms resting across his shoulders while the other fiddled with the collar of his aloha shirt. “I’d say that I was only doing what anyone else would, but we both know what manner of agents we were working alongside back in New York.”

“You’ve got that right. So, when did you know that you had a thing for me?”

His girlfriend’s smile morphed into something coyer. “All right, I’ll tell you…over dinner tonight.” Daniel groaned in disappointment while she merely chuckled at his dramatics. “Seriously, we really should try and get some sort of work done today, darling; we have half a dozen cases to sign off on, three witnesses to interview for the Olsen case and-oh, for heaven’s sake!”

Daniel followed Peggy’s incredulous eye-line to see Jack and (Y/N) standing by the former’s tidy desk; the codebreaker was whispering something into the agent’s ear and judging by the lopsided grin beginning to form on his lips, it had absolutely nothing to do with work. While a pink-faced Daniel and a smirking Peggy watched, (Y/N) took Jack’s hand in hers and cast a furtive glance around the bullpen before pulling him out into the hall. “…What’re the odds that they’re headed into the supply closet for more typewriter ribbon?”

“About as good as Rose finally joining Samberly for a night on the town,” Peggy quipped, her brown eyes alight with playfulness as she expectantly looked down at him. “So, shall we set a good example for the others and get back to work?”

After pretending to ponder his girlfriend’s question, Daniel suddenly used his good leg to push his rolling desk chair across the office, grinning as Peggy giggled at the unexpected movement and tightened her arm around his shoulders; he grabbed the cord of his window’s Venetian blinds and tugged them closed before moving his hand to cradle the back of Peggy’s neck. “Maybe later. We can’t let Jack and (Y/N) have all the fun, can we, Agent Carter?”

Peggy chuckled and shook her head as her fingers carded through his hair. “We certainly can’t, Chief Sousa.”

Their lips met in a slow and passionate kiss and Daniel sighed at the pleasant sensation of his girlfriend’s crimson nails gently scraping against his scalp, tightening his hold on her and smiling against her red-hued lips as he thanked his lucky stars that he’d finally achieved the honor of being Peggy Carter’s Valentine.

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A/N: Daniel’s so cute lol thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0iKzLZlEK1rTaSIiW5zRlk?si=97af3c9ce3ff4b65

“Tales From The SSR” Masterlist

“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist

Tagging: @nnon-it-up @fluffymadamina @remmyswritings @ourstarsailor @coffeeandcrimeshows @darkusangelus @josis-teacup @marvel-jackt-loki-buck @yeetyeetchickenmeat @sameoldbaby @theserenityspace @seeing-but-not-observing @supervoldejaygent @momc95 @brooke0297 @kinda-c0nfused @outoftheregular @mads-weasley @mostclevermiss @crowleysqueenofhell @groovy-lady @xxruinaxxmcu

#tales from the ssr #specs and the flyboy #jack thompson x reader #jack thompson #peggy carter x daniel sousa #peggy carter #agent carter #daniel sousa #chief sousa #rose roberts #aloysius samberly #howard stark #edwin jarvis #ana jarvis #edwin jarvis x ana jarvis #strategic scientific reserve #marvel cinematic universe

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timeguardiansarchive · 1 year

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Peggy's Ship tags

*Daniel Sousa

*Edwin Jarvis

*Jason Wilkes

Broship tag:

*Angie

#Peggy x Daniel: don't tell me this is all for nothing - I can tell you one thing- on the nights you feel outnumbered baby I'll be out there #Peggy Carter x Daniel Sousa #Peggy Carter & Edwin Jarvis #Peggy Carter x Jason Wilkes #Peggy & Jarvis: Ladies and Gents this is the moment you've waited for #Peggy x Jason Wilkes: these hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough #Peggy & Angie: Hey sister - I will help you out

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Babysitting

Daniel Sousa x Peggy Carter

Masterlist - Join My Taglist!

Written for day five of Peggysous Week, hosted by @peggysousweek !

Fandom: Marvel

Day Five Prompts: “Is that my shirt?”, Footprints, Howard Stark, Wild Animals, Tony Stark, “I can’t believe you just did that”

Summary: With Jarvis and Ana away on holiday, Peggy and Daniel are on babysitting duty for Howard and Maria's night out. Any night with the couple's favorite toddler Tony Stark is chaotic, but it also never fails to be a good time.

Word Count: 1,754

Category: Fluff, Humor

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

An unholy screech pierced the air as Daniel and Peggy walked up the drive, arm in arm. They shared knowing smiles as they reached the front porch, then Peggy rang the doorbell.

"Just one minute!" yelled the familiar voice of Howard Stark from somewhere inside. Then, a moment later, his wife Maria's voice rang out.

"You can just let yourselves in!"

Peggy turned the handle and stepped through the door, her husband Daniel right behind her. They made it a few steps towards the kitchen before a blur came tearing around the corner and hurtled at them, almost too fast for them to react.

Peggy's training was just good enough that she managed to catch Tony, Howard's son, as he came sprinting in for a hug at mach-ten.

"Aunt Peggy and Uncle Daniel!" he screeched, wrapping his arms around Peggy's neck and waving frantically at Daniel, who was just out of reach.

"Hey kid, how are you?" asked Daniel, smiling as he got close enough to hug Tony without the boy having to leave Peggy's arms.

Tony just babbled on happily, screeching in excitement like he had as Peggy and Daniel first approached the house. Peggy carried him into the kitchen to find Howard waiting, looking rumpled and exhausted.

"Maria went up to change her shoes," he said in lieu of a greeting.

"Wonderful to see you too, Howard," teased Peggy with a smile. She handed Tony off to Daniel, then crossed the kitchen to help Howard straighten his suit and tie.

"Thanks, Peg. It's good to see you too. And thanks for babysitting tonight, we- is that my shirt?"

Howard stopped mid-sentence due to distraction, a more than normal occurrence for him. He pointed and stared at Daniel, even as Peggy moved to fix Howard's hair and Tony squirmed in Daniel's arms.

"Why the he- heck... would I have your shirt?" asked Daniel, barely remembering to censor himself for Tony.

"I don't know. But I do know I have one just like that one you've got on."

"So what, you think I went up to your closet while you weren't looking and stole your shirt?"

Howard shrugged. "You thought I'd blown a hole in my own vault and stolen all of my own inventions."

Daniel sighed and rolled his eyes as he took a seat at the counter, Tony still in his lap. Peggy just chuckled as she stepped away from Howard, now that he looked halfway decent again. He brought this up all the time, and now that a few seconds had passed, he'd already moved on to the next thing of interest. Peggy shot Daniel a wink as Howard strode out of the kitchen and back into the hallway.

"Maria! Are you ready to go? How long does it take to find a pair of shoes?"

"Longer if you keep nagging me about it," said Maria with a smile as she appeared on the stairs. She floated down each step, the picture of grace, and Howard watched her every move with hearts in his eyes, all traces of annoyance gone.

The Starks swept into the kitchen together, and Tony managed to wiggle out of Daniel's reach to go hug Maria. She hugged him back and smiled at Peggy and Daniel.

"Thank you for coming to watch him tonight."

"Of course, Maria," said Peggy. "We're always happy to spend time with our favorite nephew."

Tony turned around, absolutely beaming at Peggy, then wandered a little farther away to play with some of his toys. The adults shared smiles.

"Well, you two have a good date night," said Daniel, kicking back in his chair. "We'll see you whenever you get back tonight."

"Don't wait up!" called Howard with a wave over his shoulder, already halfway out the door. Maria gave Peggy and Daniel a soft smile and a wink, then followed her husband. And then, Peggy, Daniel, and Tony had the house to themselves.

"So..." said Daniel, getting Tony's attention as he faced Tony and Peggy. "What do you want to do?"

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"Come on, Uncle Daniel! We have to find him!"

"Okay, I'm coming!" said Daniel, trying not to look too exhausted or concerned as he followed along behind Tony. The kid had been out of his and Peggy's sight for two seconds, and he'd managed to release Bernard Stark the Second out onto the grounds. Now, he and Tony were tracking flamingo footprints through the sprawling backyard while Peggy went around the other way to try and cut him off up ahead.

Every time Daniel thought he and Peggy might be ready for kids of their own, something like this happened.

"I think I hear him!" Tony whisper-yelled, whirling around to look at Daniel excitedly. Daniel nodded, fighting a grimace.

"Let's be careful and move quietly, then. We don't want to scare him," said Daniel. Tony nodded and turned back around. Daniel took a deep breath and put a hand on the kid's shoulder, ready to pull him back at a moment's notice. They'd reached a corner of the house, and if Daniel listened, he could hear feathers ruffling not far off.

Hopefully Peggy had found the bird from her direction, too, and they could find a way to herd him back to his own space.

Slowly, Daniel and Tony crept around the corner. Bernard the Second stood about ten feet away, looking incredibly pleased with his escape. As soon as he caught sight of Daniel and Tony, he whirled around and took off in the opposite direction.

"No!" cried Tony, starting to chase after the bird.

"No!" yelled Daniel, grabbing Tony's shoulders and quickly yanking him back.

"Got ya!" shouted Peggy as she came striding around the other corner of the house, straight into Bernard's path. She held a massive tranquilizer gun in her hands, and she didn't hesitate before firing off a shot straight into Bernard's chest.

The dart hit its mark, and Bernard squawked in outrage before slowly (and fairly gracefully for a large bird) settling into the grass, fast asleep.

"That. Was. AWESOME!" cried Tony, rushing forward to give his aunt a hug. Daniel followed behind, shaking his head at the scene before him. The unconscious flamingo, his wife holding a child in one arm and a tranquilizer gun in the other - even after years with the SSR and now SHIELD, Peggy always found insane new situations to get them into as a couple.

"Well, that went quite a bit better than last time," mused Peggy. She smiled, and the matching grin on Tony's face was downright frightening. Those two made quite a pair.

Daniel shook his head. "I can't believe you just did that."

Peggy shrugged as Tony wiggled out of her arms to go check on Bernard.

"Well, what else were we supposed to do? Jack still has the net gun we used on Dottie a while back. This was all I could find."

Daniel shook his head again, but couldn't keep a smile off his face as he wrapped his arm around his wife and kissed her temple.

"You're insane. And I love it."

"Damn right you do," muttered Peggy. She smiled and turned to kiss Daniel, then the two stood in comfortable silence and watched Tony for a few moments. It was an odd scene, between the small child and the large bird, but it was a peaceful one. Finally, Peggy sighed and shook herself out of the moment. "Alright, well, now that that's handled, let's get these two animals off to bed."

Tony giggled at being lumped in with Bernard and shifted to be a little bit closer to the flamingo. It wasn't easy, but with Peggy and Daniel working together and Tony opening doors, they managed to get Bernard safely back into his enclosure. As soon as they finished, the three of them wandered into the living room to decompress.

"How about we put on a radio program?" asked Peggy as her boys flopped down on the couch.

"Yeah, how about that one with Betty Carver and Captain America?" suggested Daniel with a shit-eating grin. Peggy glared at him, and he and Tony just laughed.

"How about I go get the tranquilizer gun again?" she teased. The boys only laughed harder.

Peggy managed to find a replay of Flash Gordon, Tony's absolute favorite radio show, before she took her place on the couch with Daniel and Tony. Tony curled up in between the two of them, and Daniel had his arms around both Peggy and the young Stark.

"Alright, we'll listen to this show, and then it's time for bed. Deal?" asked Daniel. Tony nodded emphatically.

"Deal."

The three snuggled up a little tighter as the program began, settling into the comfort of the couch. The warmth of the room and the gentle noise of the radio relaxed all three of them, however, and after such an exciting day, they drifted off less than five minutes into the program.

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"Kids, we're home!" called Howard as he strode into the house, Maria right behind. Silence. "Hello?"

Maria and Howard shared a look, and Howard gently shifted Maria behind him as he crept further into the house. Always better safe than sorry when you'd made as many enemies as Howard had.

Even if there was no way in hell an intruder could take on Peggy by herself, let alone Peggy and Daniel.

Howard and Maria made it into the living room to find Peggy, Tony, and Daniel snuggled up on the couch together, the radio still on from when they'd all fallen asleep. Maria smiled at the sight of her son with a smile on his face, happy, safe, and loved, right where he belonged.

"That's sweet," whispered Maria. Howard sighed and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Yeah. It is."

Maria sighed, then leaned up to kiss her husband on the cheek. "Come on, my love. Let's go to bed."

"I say we cannonball into the middle of that," joked Howard, taking a step forward. Maria yanked him back, giggling.

"No! Let them sleep, we'll see them in the morning."

"Alright, fine," said Howard with a smile. "We'll let them have their peace. For now."

Maria just laughed and rolled her eyes. The two giggled as they headed upstairs, both more than a little tipsy and very happy to have their family home and safe. They couldn't have asked for a better night. Or better people to have in Tony's life.

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July 22

Fandom: Agent Carter (TV), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Relationship: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa/Jack Thompson

Characters: Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa, Peggy Carter, Phil Coulson, Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe—Canon Divergence, Episode: s02e10 Hollywood Ending, Episode: s07e04 Out of the Past, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Timeline Shenanigans, Light Angst

Chapters: 1/3

Summary:

They say history doesn’t repeat itself, but it often rhymes.

On July 22, 1947, there was an attempt on the life of Jack Thompson, Chief of SSR New York.

Today is July 22, 1955.

Read on AO3

#agent carter #agents of shield #daniel sousa #jack thompson #peggy carter #my writing #210 x 704 #ac aos #pinned

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Agent Carter Bingo: Masterlist

i ran agent carter bingo this past year, and it was genuinely so much fun! here is a list of all the fics i’ve done, and they are all separated by type (gen, ship, xreader) for convenience.

the card still has my old username, but i’ve changed the tag on the event blog so that it’s under my new username, hopefully there won’t be any confusion!

key:

an & between names signifies a platonic relationship, where a / signifies a romantic one.

a 🦩next to a fic signifies that it is an ao3 link. a 👠 next to a fic signifies that it is a tumblr link.

a 💐 next a fic means it’s one of my personal favorites (i picked one from each category).

you can see all the things created for this event over on @agentcarterbingo, and also in the ao3 collection.

if you want to keep up with my attempts to write ship/gen fic, my agent carter specific sideblog is @starlightpeggy (it's a new blog, so there's no fic on there yet but there will be). if you're looking for only the reader insert stuff, this blog is where you'll find it!

gen fics (no romantic relationship or a background relationship):

whiskers || peggy carter & daniel sousa & jack thompson 🦩

square: cat summary: Jack’s been changing his hours and behaving oddly around the office, so Peggy and Daniel team up to figure out why.

sorry for your loss (but we have to go) || peggy carter & daniel sousa & jack thompson 🦩 💐

square: funeral summary: Dottie Underwood always had the most inconvenient timing, and Peggy was convinced she was doing this on purpose.

or alternatively: Peggy and Daniel accidentally join the Thompson family, much to Jack’s chagrin.

misery, table for two || angie martinelli & jack thompson (background: peggysous) 🦩

square: “you owe me” summary: It’s a special kind of pain to watch the person you love go off with someone else, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

or alternatively: Sometimes kindred spirits find each other in the worst of situations, to which they both would agree this was.

night of (cheap) champagne || peggy carter & daniel sousa & jack thompson🦩

square: “i need a drink” summary: Sometimes working for the government meant attending events they had no interest in, and this was no exception to that.

ship fics/edits:

s.s.b. (strategic scientific babysitters) || peggysous 🦩💐

square: “don’t eat that!” summary: An unexpected guest is brought to the SSR, and it throws things a little out of whack.

or alternatively: Why federal agents should not be considered a replacement for a reputable child care facility.

cottagecore moodboard || cartinelli 👠

square: wine summary: a modern take on a potential date that peggy and angie could have went on.

page-turner of a romance || cartinelli 🦩

square: library summary: Adjusting to the modern world was difficult for Peggy, but one thing she didn’t miss was having to hide her sexuality as much as she did before. So when she falls hard for the librarian with kind eyes and a winning smile, the only thing standing in her way is her own lack of confidence.

april fool’s revenge || peggysous 🦩

square: breakup summary: This year, Jack gets a taste of his own medicine on April Fool’s Day.

x reader fics:

weddings are for moving on || daniel sousa 👠 💐

square: confession summary: You knew it was a bad idea, accepting the responsibility of bridesmaid when you’ve been in love with the groom for as long as you’ve known him. But Jack couldn’t see the pain behind your eyes, and you were going to keep it that way.

everybody moved on, i stayed there || peggy carter 👠

square: jealousy summary: Peggy told you she was staying in Los Angeles permanently, and you didn’t want to believe her. Three years later, you still can’t seem to let her memory go.

you’re my valentine || rose roberts 👠

square: “you’re not going to believe this”

summary: You wanted to tell her how you felt, but sometimes things get a little complicated.

an even match || dottie underwood 👠

square: “you won’t catch me”

summary: an ex-lover comes to visit, but this relationship is a little more high stakes than just two old friends catching up.

things that go bump in the night || angie martinelli 👠

square: haunted

summary: You’ve never believed in ghosts, or at least you didn’t until it started to seem that one was haunting your apartment. But maybe the potential of a ghost in your vicinity will finally get you to admit your feelings for the woman you called your best friend.

undercover realizations || howard stark 👠

square: undercover

summary: With only one chance to get the information they need about the reforming Council of Nine, Peggy and Daniel once again take advantage of Howard's social status to get him into the gala that would give them the answers they needed. There's just one problem: he needs a date to go with him, and they're fresh out of suitable candidates.

fighting for us || daniel sousa 👠

square: “kiss me”

summary: You shouldn’t be sad about going on a date, especially with the cute stranger from the diner you eat lunch at. But you have your heart set on a certain SSR Chief, whether you want to admit it or not.

pain medicine promises || peggy carter 👠

square: “this is awkward”

summary: While recovering from a near fatal shot and completely out of your mind on painkillers, you confess your love for a certain SSR agent without realizing that she’s in the room.

#masterlist: ghostofskywalker #acb2022 #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #agent carter #peggysous #cartinelli #peggy carter x reader

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