Daniel Sousa - Date Night

Ever since the party at Magnus' mansion and her conversation with Peggy, she's been singularly focused on one single thing. Her job search has fallen aside, the self-defense classes have only received a paltry amount of attention, and she's been glad that not much has come up to require her with Reese's project. Her birthday is in a matter of days and there's only one thing that she wants. It's time for her to tell Daniel the important truths about the time in between them.

She's sent him a proper postal invitation to dinner, but has followed it up with text and email just to ensure that he doesn't miss it. She's found herself a perfectly suitable blue dress that's equal parts modern and vintage and the heels match her lipstick perfectly. These are the easy parts, of course. Setting up plans is child's play for a spy like Peggy, but what matters is the part where she has to now execute the plans.

That involves her feelings and being honest about them. She'd struggled with that even back home to the point that she'd let her actions speak for her, but if she wants anything to happen, she needs to do something here. Near eight, she sits herself at the table she's reserved in her dress and her loose hair and a mission in mind.

Now comes her challenge in convincing Daniel that in the time between them, things have changed, and for the better when it comes to the two of them.

stella - au

It feels like it's been years since Peggy's been back in London, at least for work. For the most part, she tries to avoid it given her history with her family and the romantic mistakes she's still trying to get away from. Unfortunately, while the army has given her quite the good excuse to always be somewhere else, there's been a crime committed in the heart of London and has taken one of her men. Accident, they whisper, but there's just a hint of foul play to make them bring in Peggy to investigate on the slim chance that this is no accident at all, but murder.

"Excuse me," she says to the desk sergeant when she arrives, tapping red painted nails on the desk as she waits for her badge to be printed. "Where would I find Stella Gibson?" It's the name she's been given to liaise with on the case, even if Peggy intends to do things her own way. This is no stranger, but one of the original boys she'd trained, who had been found in a room with a suicide note and a length of rope that Peggy didn't trust.

He would never take his life like that, not willingly. The woman at the desk refers Peggy down the hall once the pass is printed. She bends to pick up her briefcase and coat, pinning the badge to her white blouse. It feels odd to be out of uniform, but the black slacks and heels make her feel strong and confident even if she doesn't have the uniform. Peggy had never been under the same restrictions as others, but she had tried to fall in line when she could, for morale.

The short break from that is a benefit, even if the reason for it is awful.

Rapping her knuckles lightly on the door before her, she transfer her briefcase to the other hand as she peers inside. "DSI Gibson?" Peggy says promptly, standing at full attention in the doorway. "I'm Lieutenant Carter, I believe someone has phoned about my coming here?" she notes expectantly.