briar rose modern au

[womanofvalue]

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.

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[womanofvalue]

Now that Peggy's finished with the most intimate aspects of dressing, she feels as if she can finish the rest in the main area, settling on the bed with her stockings so she can flip up the hem of the dress enough to begin rolling them on to attach to the garter belts, though she's also got the thigh holster to worry about.

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."

[backin_theworld]

Even if Steve had been living in this modern world for a while now, his manners were still ridiculously proper and almost annoyingly so. When Peggy continues her dressing he gives her the respect she deserves and lowers his gaze as if in thought.

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?"

[womanofvalue]

Once she's put on the garters, the dress is an easy thing to slip on. She'd already finished her makeup, but the lipstick is normal and not her knockout version, intending to do that the old-fashioned way with fists and fury if it comes to that.

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.