KNOWSVALUE.  independent  ,  highly  selective  ,  private  canon  divergent  and  headcanon  based  MARGARET  “  PEGGY  ”  CARTER  from  the  marvel  cinematic  universe. as  loved  by  h  (  she  /  her.  25.  )  est.  jan  ‘22

a  study  in  grief  ,  misogyny  ,  and  what  it  means  to  be  a  woman

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starter call - @knowsvalue  .      ⧽         —  —   peggy carter.

annie lay, back pressed into the ground eyes staring up to the sky. ❝ what do you think is up there? ❞ she asked, eyes squinting slightly as if by doing so she might be able to see better as to what might be out there. ❝ and i don’t mean like, up there like heaven - ❞ she felt the need to clarify, too much time with the parents at ben’s catholic school meant that she had to be careful with such questions, ❝ i mean like aliens. ❞

“ i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. ” // @fatalelity​

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries.  // @razorfst​

sounds of the gunshots & conflict still rings clear in her ears — god, she sure hopes she doesn’t develop tinnitus from this. there’s no denying the heat & the force she felt moments before she slowed it down enough so it just nicked her skin  — letting out just enough blood for her to enact a bloody act of transfiguration : faking her own death in the moment until he was gone. when the coast is clear, she sits up — rolls her neck, stretching out all the sore bones & muscles in her torso.  as if moth drawn to a flame, she picks up a piece of shattered glass to really take a good look at her own reflection. 

❝  fuck …   ❞   fingers snapped, & the fake site of gore fades into dust, leaving her only with that unfortunate knick on her forehead & that bullet betwixt her fingers as a memento.  ❝ i spent three hours in that hair salon ― on my day off too. ❞  she grumbles, eyes peering down at her familiar that pops out of thin air in the shape of a calico cat.  ❝  well… it could be salem. could always be worse, right?  ❞

but then footsteps register & she realizes that she might not have been alone. like a deer in the headlights, she pulls a sheepish smile on her lips.   ❝  uh… that one of your suitors?  ❞

@knowsvalue· / sc.

the  knowledge  that  her  job  puts  others  in  harm  is  never  lost  on  her  .  she  has  been  the  reason  numerous  people  have  died  .  she  sent  men  into  battle  with  the  knowledge  that  they  might  not  return  ,  that  they  might  not  make  it  out  alive.  then  there  was  steve  and  his  self  sacrifice  -  something  she  attempts  not  to  think  about  .  

head  tilts  to  the  side  as  she  exits  the  bathroom  ,  eyebrows  raised  at  her  roommate  .  “  i  don’t  have  any  suitors  .  a  fact  that  you  are  quite  aware  of  --”  peggy  has  a  lot  of  men  wanting  her  attention  ,  but  she  can’t  seem  to  find  one  she  wants  to  give  it  to.  

IT’S  A  DANGEROUS  GAME  FOR  THEM  TO  PLAY  ,    but  the  thrill  was  something  he  had  always  sought  .    what  was  life  without  a  little  danger  ?    a  little  excitement  ?    she’s  so  close  ,    so  close  he  can  almost  feel  her  warmth  through  the  layers  of  clothes  between  them  .    he  towers  over  her  ,    yet  it’s  she  who  holds  all  the  power  ,    and  not  just  in  their  professional  setting  ,    but  in  this  moment  as  well  .    he’s  tried  to  behave  himself  ,    to  not  overstep  his  bounds  due  to  their  dynamic  and  his  respect  for  her  ,    but  now  that  he  thinks  they  might  be  on  the  same  page  …      ❝    well  ,    Director  …    i  do  just  so  happen  to  be  into  it  .    very  much  so  .    ❞

“ Will it stop me developing grey hair and this dad bod I’ve got going on around here? If so yes, I’ll take it. ”