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womanofvalue) wrote2018-07-05 09:46 pm
womanofvalue) wrote2018-07-05 09:46 pm
briar rose modern au
When she'd been woken up by a number of SSR lab techs (SHIELD, they call themselves, but they're all the same to her), Peggy hadn't been expecting to find that her entire life would be uprooted because Howard couldn't calibrate a damn experiment. Of course, all that disdain and grief had faded away when Steve Rogers had walked in, alive and well, and suddenly the future seemed brighter. Brighter, louder, and more confusing, too, but those are minor complaints.
Lucky for her, no matter what year she'd come from, she's still at least respected for her skills and with Romanoff helping her brush off some cobwebs, Peggy's managed to get some good training in. She's even got an agent's name, a lovely black spandex suit that's just awful, and right now, she's got a mission in hand.
It's a rather simple one, unfortunately. There's a man who has a very distinct preference when it comes to his women, who also happens to know some very important secrets that Fury would like Peggy to get out of him. It's a mission she's done ten times before and could probably do in her sleep. That's the main reason why she's annoyed that Steve is at her flat, watching her pick out something to wear for this mission.
It's as if he doesn't trust her to manage. Digging out a glittery gown, she wrinkles her nose, wishing for the days of classier outfits, but Peggy knows this is likely to draw attention to herself in a bad way, though it does make her nostalgic. "You know," she says, giving Steve a critical glance over her shoulder, "I have run this sort of mission enough times to do without the backup."
Or the fashion advice, but she presses her lips together to remain mum on this point. After all, she hasn't heard any yet and if Steve knows what's best for him, she won't.
Lucky for her, no matter what year she'd come from, she's still at least respected for her skills and with Romanoff helping her brush off some cobwebs, Peggy's managed to get some good training in. She's even got an agent's name, a lovely black spandex suit that's just awful, and right now, she's got a mission in hand.
It's a rather simple one, unfortunately. There's a man who has a very distinct preference when it comes to his women, who also happens to know some very important secrets that Fury would like Peggy to get out of him. It's a mission she's done ten times before and could probably do in her sleep. That's the main reason why she's annoyed that Steve is at her flat, watching her pick out something to wear for this mission.
It's as if he doesn't trust her to manage. Digging out a glittery gown, she wrinkles her nose, wishing for the days of classier outfits, but Peggy knows this is likely to draw attention to herself in a bad way, though it does make her nostalgic. "You know," she says, giving Steve a critical glance over her shoulder, "I have run this sort of mission enough times to do without the backup."
Or the fashion advice, but she presses her lips together to remain mum on this point. After all, she hasn't heard any yet and if Steve knows what's best for him, she won't.
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It's unfortunate Steve has to keep talking. She gives him an unimpressed look as she opens the bathroom door to change, not closing it entirely. "I know you're not implying that I can't take care of myself," is her heated reply. "Because if my fists aren't going to stop a man, then the lipstick I'm wearing will."
She's not stupid, after all. She'll have a gun, her skills, and her lipstick. Shifting the dress over her lingerie, she twists her hair up for the moment to pin it, coming back out and thinking that it feels comfortable, if a bit vintage. "You can be there," she says, "but do not mess up my mission, Steve! I Know how to do this," she insists, coming out of the loo to fetch her stockings.
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Shaking his head, Steve made it obvious that was not what he was doing. In fact, there was no further talking about it. All she needs to remember is that he will be there to make sure nothing went wrong.
Even with her in the bathroom, he looks away and into the main area of her apartment. It's only when she emerges again that he glances back.
"Yeah, that's what Natasha told me to do, too. Only she said it a lot nicer," he said, quirking a grin before straightening to stand. Oh, the irony in that. But his partner typically had a way of knowing what was on his mind and that didn't count as gossiping when she called him on it.
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She doesn't shy from Steve in this, as if she wants him to be seeing her, because she does. It's been so long and when she'd volunteered, she hadn't known he'd survived. She'd just wanted to do something good for the world.
"Are you accusing me of being not nice?" It's coy and easing, because yes, he is, and he's probably right. Peggy does have her fair share of sharp edges and unfortunately, she's not in a rush to change that fact. "You can still be my backup," she allows, belatedly. "If things go awry, you can come flirt with me, pick me up, and I'll go home with you. We can even have a safe word."
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He doesn't answer right away, instead shrugs. Steve doesn't plan to lie. "Well," he teases lightly, glancing up.
Which was only saying she was a woman who took no guff.
"Alright, deal. Safe word is.. how about moonlight?"
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She really does hope it won't come to that.
Reaching down to pick up her heels, she wanders closer to him, standing just at his knees so they're barely touching. "That sounds like a perfect safeword to me, but I assure you, I won't have to use it," she says, exuding all the confidence in the world, as far as she's concerned.