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woah, hi! I haven’t had an ask here in ages XD how are you anon?

And I think they’re very interchangeable, sometimes Angie will have a long day at work and need some damn fine quality snuggles. Sometimes Peggy will have nightmares about the war and need the comfort of a warm, loving body wrapped around her. 

Although, I def think early on in their relationship, Pegs didn’t let Angie spoon her much. All that bravado and all. But one night, Angie just glomps around Pegs when she’s tired and Peggy just melts and so does Angie’s heart and honestly mine too. 

Christmas is good this year.

Angie thinks Peggy is super cute. Peggy isthe Director of Shield and dark and mysterious and God Damn it Angie stopsending these cards with my lunch! My subordinates will think that I’m human!

“Angieyou have to stop send these notes in my lunch!” Peggy almost whispered into thephone. She’d seen the looks. After the first intern had accidentally grabbedher lunch and found a note with a lipstick kiss on it, the office’d taken thegossip and ran with it.

Now  there were rumors that Peggy had several sidegirls and that she was, all-in-all, a harem leader. A cute harem leader atthat!

Thenotes were precious and endearing but totally inappropriate for the director ofshield. The second note was found by a secretary who photographed it and spreadthe rumors even more wildly.

“Arepeople picking on you at work?”

“What?No, Angie that’s not-”

“I’llbe right there.”

“Angie,no! Angie!!”

Peggydidn’t know how Angie got through the main gates. She didn’t know how Angie gotto the main conference room and gathered literallyeveryone on Peggy’s floor. She wasn’t invited in; Angie just gave her aquick peck on the cheek (in front of EVERYONE ANGIE) and glared the rest ofPeggy’s subordinates into the conference room.

Angiecame out of the conference room ten minutes later, beaming, and gave Peggyanother quick peck on the cheek before heading back downstairs. Peggy watchedthe shell-shocked looks on her subordinates as they retreated to theircubicles.

Peggy receivedformal written apologies from all of the subordinates before the day was over.Angie continued to pack notes in her lunchbox, no one ever touched Peggy’slunchbox again.

Howardshowed up not one day later and jovially pulled up a chair in Peggy’s office. “Heardyour Italian mastiff scared your staff stiff!”

Peggygroaned, would she ever regain her pride?

Angie brings home a poodle. Peggy is NotAmused:

“Ohfor goodness sake Peggy it’s just a poodle!”

Peggybristled. “Poodles can be the most vicious of dogs.”

Angierolled her eyes, “It’s just three days and then Evelyn will be back and Mr.Oddles will be gone!”

Peggyfrowned and backed into her study, closing the door behind her.

It wasthree days of Peggy using all of her spy skills to stay away from thedemon-hound that Angie’d brought home. When Evelyn came to pick him up Peggywas the first to wave the dog out of her home.

Angielooked at Peggy. She’d only climbed the side of the stairs once to avoidwalking past Mr. Oodles. Maybe there was more to this than just a dislike ofpoodles?

“Peggy?”Angie called. She’d made Peggy’s favorite for dinner, lasagna.

“Yesdarling?” Peggy answered from the dining room. The sound of silverware rattlingfollowed her voice.

Angiewalked in with mitted hands and looked at Peggy, “Are you afraid of dogs?”

Peggywhipped her head around and Angie knew she was right.

“Peggy!You could have told me! I’d have told Evelyn that we could keep Mr. Oodles!” Angiefrowned and shook her head.

“It’srather illogical and as you said, ‘it’s just a poodle’.”

With ahuff, Angie walked over to Peggy and whapped both mitted hands gently againsther cheeks. “I didn’t mean it that way. If I’d know you were afraid of dog’s Iwould’ve respected that.”

Peggynodded and pouted.

“Now,you’re going to tell me all of these ‘illogical’ fears that you have so thisdoesn’t happen again. Okay?”

Peggystared at her and frowned. Angie cut her off before she could deny her fears.

“Notyour fear of guns or death, English. But of dogs and lightning and certain typesof clothing.”

Peggyblinked and then she huffed indignantly, Angie was teasing her. Angie laughed andPeggy pouted. “Come one, Peggy, come eat.”

“I amafraid of one type of clothing.”

Angiequirked her head and Peggy suppressed a smile, “Bras that are hard to removewith only one hand.”

Angiethrew the oven mitts at her.

Angie gets in-vitro fertilization and itfinally takes and Peggy is v excited, what a cutie, she cries:

Peggycame racing down the hall. She didn’t waste time grabbing her pistol, she just pickedup the nearest chair and ran.

Angiestood in the bathroom, a white device held between her fingers like it mightpoof into smoke at any moment. She looked up at Peggy, eyes filled with unshedtears, and all but waddled over to lay her head against Peggy’s chest.

“Darling,what’s wrong?” Peggy asked breathlessly. She put down the chair and swept Angieinto her arms.

Angie’svoice broke, “It worked. I’m pregnant Peggy.”

Peggy’sheart stuttered. She clutched at Angie and kissed her head. “Oh thank god.”They stood together and swayed back and forth. Peggy tried not to cry, but they’dtried for so long.

Theyshouldn’t get their hopes up, Angie was still extremely early in her pregnancy,but for the moment, they would celebrate. The next day Peggy drove Angie to thehospital and the doctor confirmed that Angie was indeed carrying.  She prescribed a few supplements and setanother appointment for next week.

“Goeasy on yourself, the first one is the hardest.”

Peggy didn’teven let Angie carry the lightest groceries. Angie grumbled that she wasn’tsome impotent but Peggy kissed her and that was quite convincing. Then Peggy kissedher again and it was a good thing none of the groceries would spoil.

Angie brings home a dog named Fish when she was supposed to get anactual fish with Natasha, Natasha is a shit:

Angiecouldn’t just say no. Nobody could say no. And Natasha knew it.

“Thatis not a fish!” Peggy stared at the two standing in her study’s doorway. Abundle of fur woofed softly from Natasha’s arms.

“She’sso soft Peggy! And she’ll be much better at teaching Natasha responsibilitythan a fish!”

“Natashaleads six-man missions to destroy entire compounds Angie! What else does sheneed to know about responsibility?!”

Natashahadn’t seen Peggy this worked up in ages. Natasha repressed a smile a pattedFish between the ears.

“Butthat’s different Peggy!”

Peggyheld up her hands and visibly attempted to control her temper. “One week, youtwo have one week to find… Fish a home.”

HereNatasha spoke up, “Two weeks.”

Peggystared at her. Natasha stared back. Lightning crackled between them and Fishwoofed worriedly. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Twoweeks.” Peggy’s words were laced with venom and Natasha nodded.

Natashahad Fish completely trained in less than fifteen days and when Peggy had a badday, Fish was sent to wag her tail at Peggy. Peggy didn’t mention the two-weekdeadline and it passed with no more than a soft woof.

Almostthree years later Angie asked Natasha why she’d been so adamant about the dog.Natasha replied, “I knew it’d be good for her.”

Angieturned and looked to Peggy. Swearing softly as the now grown-up Fish took offwith Peggy’s newspaper. Angie patted Natasha’s shoulder and smiled.

Peggy thinks Angie only speaks Italian,talks with Dottie on the phone about how hot Angie is. Angie’s there half the time.Dottie’s an ass-hat. Angie is great at acting tho.

“She’shonestly gorgeous, I don’t know how someone so gorgeous isn’t already on thestage.” Peggy spoke in a low voice. She didn’t want to bother the womanstanding across the elevator from her. And Peggy wouldn’t even be making thesecalls in the elevator if, by some weird engineering, it wasn’t the only placein their building that had decent service!

AngieMartinelli stood in the elevator as well. She really did belong on stage, Peggywas convinced that she didn’t get parts because she didn’t know English. Surelythere had to be Italian shows though?

Notthat she’d been following Angie’s career or anything.

Theelevator door dinged and opened. Dottie Underwood stood outside with the mostshit-eating grin Peggy’d seen in a long while.

“Dottie?What are you-”

“Angie!”Dottie called out, “Long time no see, how have you been?”

Muchto Peggy’s amazement Angie replied, “Decent, Dots, how bout you?”

Theyboth turned to see Peggy gaping. But Peggy recovered quickly, she flushed a vibrantpink and smashed the ‘close door button’. Dottie and Angie burst out laughingand neither could catch the door before it closed.

Peggywould have to face the two arses eventually, but not right now. Now she wasgoing back to her room to drink the bourbon stashed in her wall.

Peggy plans their proposal meticulously andAngie accidentally proposes after a very heated kiss and Peggy pouts 5ever:

Monthsand months of planning and tonight was the night. She would finally propose toAngie. She had flowers and the best schnapps she could find. Everything wastucked away from the door so she could surprise Angie when Angie got home fromher audition.

Peggywas sort of worried that Angie might come home in a terrible mood, but Peggycould certainly lift her spirits. She checked the clock, 6:27, Angie should beback at any moment.

A cabpulled up outside and Peggy grinned. She was in plain clothes, she couldn’tgive the surprise away immediately.  

Angie’skeys were in the door when Peggy opened it, “Darling, how-”

Thegrin across Angie’s face warmed Peggy more than the midday sun had earlier. “Igot it!” Angie threw her bags down and launched herself at Peggy.

Peggywasn’t ready for Angie leaping into her arms and only years of tactical warfarekept her from bashing her head on the floor as they both tumbled down. Angie’shands held Peggy’s cheeks and she kissed Peggy… vigorously.

Peggygroaned and wrapped her arms around Angie. Angie nipped at Peggy’s lower lipand pressed herself against Peggy. Peggy tried valiantly to pull away but Angie’sthighs were calling to her.

Angiepulled back, “Marry me” and leaned back in to kiss Peggy. “Marry me, Peggy, Iwant you forever.”

Peggypushed up until they were both sitting. “You didn’t-” She felt light andfluttery and extraordinarily disappointed.

Angiefrowned, “What?”

Groaningand laying back down Peggy flopped an arm over her eyes, “I’ve been planning toask you for months!”

“Well,ya just gotta be faster to keep up with me, English” Angie purred and leanedback down to ghost her lips over Peggy’s. “Think you can keep up?

Needlessto say Peggy kept up. They did get to most of Peggy’s planned activities, justnot until much later.

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Vintage Bae: @vintagelesbionage , this is a high-quality lesbian blog. Like Hayley Atwell and Cate Blanchett high quality. I’ve been following Vintage since truly vintage times.

Avocado Bae: @vintage-espionage , I mean…. I’m probably biased but she’s one of the nicest people I follow, so? Also, she’s actually Angie Martinelli? If you’re looking for a good, gay time, here’s where I suggest you go.

Pilot Bae: @lesbianspacepilot , she is so fucking cute. Good god. And also just a high quality blog that covers all the gay things and some superpowers stuff?

Angel Bae: @eyesofanangeltongueofadevil , probably should be the Devil Bae with THAT ANGST WRITING WHY?? WHY?!? But also, she’s beta’d a few of my fics so really, the Angel Bae. But yeah, she writes and the writings are fabulous so go check her out!

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Another drabble sort of thing in the A Cartinelli Year in Song ongoing monstrosity (which I will one day actually put on AO3). This doesn’t fit in with the plot that I have outlined but I figured I’d go ahead and post it anyway. 

Here’s the song: Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear to Tread) , I highly suggest listening to it as you read. The lyrics in the song and the story don’t watch up, but it still sets the mood nicely :) 

You still don’t understand how a trumpet can sound so pining. You’ve never identified with an instrument more though. Her foot bounces to the tune and the setting sun reflects off her reading glasses. You’re blinded in more ways than one.

“Fools rush in~”

A fool indeed, to think that you could have her. She feels your look and glances up. You do your damnedest to look away. You can’t.

“Where angels fear to tread~”