I should be working on updates, why am I doing another Agent Carter fic?
🕑 Added 2015-01-24 16:08:31 +0000 UTC
(Because Steggy)
So he was back. Hunting HYDRA war criminals, countering Soviet spy rings, while she stayed in New York, working with the SSR. Filing paperwork. No, it was important work—Steve had seen to that, much as she’d stressed she didn’t need her battles fought for her—she wasn’t in the field, but she correlated intelligence, sifted out clues, saw the big picture like it was all one big chessboard and even Steve was just a knight. Not a pawn, no, but still a piece to be played.
And if the Reds or HYDRA or Leviathan knew what they were to each other, they would target her to get to him. And she would be given some cushy job befitting ‘Cap’s girlfriend’ and it would have nothing to do with her talent and everything to do with keeping her out of the line of fire. And there were a thousand other reasons, a new one for every day she’d had to ask herself why, and they all made sense, bricks in a wall that she couldn’t pick at or chisel through. Bricks keeping her and Steve apart.
At least in public. At least during the day. Alone, at night…
Lord Almighty, at night…
Maybe Howard had gotten so drunk he had forgotten it was supposed to be a wedding, and maybe Dugan and half the Howlers had taken their own honeymoon in a brothel that had kept them out of sight for a week, but the little Mexican ceremony had been wedding enough for Steve. What came next had been honeymoon enough for Peggy. For twelve of her.
And Steve had only gotten better. More confident. His blushes and stutters hiding deep inside him, while his wicked little thoughts grew closer to the surface thanks to her gardening. Became smiles—little gestures—little looks.
