Steggy Fan Events

to celebrate our best girl’s birthday, PEGGYNET is happy to announce its third PEGGY CARTER APPRECIATION WEEK! from May 10-16th, we will be hosting an event for all types of creators (ficwriters, fanartists, gifmakers, etc.) and their creations centered around Peggy Carter from Marvel!

to participate, all you need to do is to reblog this post and share your work with the tag #peggyweek2026! the event will have both visual and writing prompts, but feel free to mix and match as your heart desires!

✦ day one (may 10th) agent carter's season 2 10th anniversary ✦ day two (may 11th) multiverse or WIPs ✦ day three (may 12th) present time, cold war and/or wartime ✦ day four (may 13th) family, friends and/or enemies ✦ day five (may 14th) doomsday ✦ day six (may 15th) Hayley Atwell appreciation or missing scenes ✦ day seven (may 16th) birthday extravaganza | free choice

if you have any questions about this event or anything else, don’t be afraid to contact us! and a reminder: we’re still looking for members and affiliates, so if you’re interested in that, APPLY now!

Since you said your favorite era was post-Endgame, I wrote something for Steve and Peggy's first Christmas together after they get married. I hope you enjoy!

For @steggyistruelovefanfiction and the Steggy Secret Santa 2025. Enjoy!

A Winter's Reunion

bonusholegent

Summary:

“Well, if you can’t figure it out, I guess you’ll just have to wait until Christmas morning.”

This is my @steggyfanevents Steggy Secret Santa 2025 gift for @randomwholocker! Happy New Year, and I hope you had a great holiday season!

The fanart is actually my official gift, but I wrote an accompanying fic too!

Summary: This year Steve had decided there was going to be at least one present Peggy definitely wasn’t going to figure out ahead of time.

Rating: PG

Read it on AO3

Excerpt:

December 1953

“What in God’s name is in this?”

Steve grinned at the implausibly-shaped gift Peggy was holding up. “Well,” he told her, reasonably, “if you can’t figure it out, I guess you’ll just have to wait until Christmas morning.”

They were partaking in one of Peggy’s favourite childhood traditions: sitting on the floor next to their tree, trying to guess what was inside all their gifts. Peggy and her brother Michael had, naturally, kept formal score of who got the most right every year - but Peggy had informed Steve, their first Christmas together, that she had no need to lord her successes over him.

Steve had suppressed a grin at both the entirely reasonable assessment of who would likely win and the poorly concealed gloat about it, and they'd agreed to guess just for the sake of guessing. He strongly suspected that she actually did keep score on Christmas morning, but so far in their four years of marriage she’d kept her yearly triumphs to herself.

Still, this year he’d decided that there was going to be one present she definitely wasn’t going to figure out ahead of time.

“You look rather smug, Rogers.” Peggy’s dimples appeared as she regarded the gift, her lips quirking upwards. “Am I to understand that you’re challenging my deduction skills?”

Steve was almost completely sure he hadn’t left a trail for her to follow, but he was married to the director of one of the world’s premiere intelligence agencies, and he’d certainly seen her do more with less. “Yep,” he told her with more confidence than he suddenly felt. “But outside detective work isn’t fair, Director Carter. You have to guess from the package itself.” He considered. “Or from asking questions, but I can’t guarantee I’ll answer them.”

“Not answering often says just as much, or more, than answering, you know,” she told him solemnly, although there was a grin hiding at the corners of her mouth. 

Steve made a face. “That’s what Natasha always said.” 

Peggy laughed. He’d been a bit worried, at first, that Peggy might be jealous of how close he and Natasha had been, that maybe she wouldn’t want to hear anything about her - and then he’d seen her own relationship with Edwin Jarvis and realized that she completely understood the sort of strong, platonic friendship he and Nat had shared. “And she was right. You should have listened.”

👋 @elanorpevensie, I'm your Steggy Secret Santa!

You said your favourite era was First Avenger, so with that in mind, here's a little wartime campfire cuddling.

I had such fun drawing this for you - I hope you enjoy it. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that your New Year is bright!

Hey @kateiscanon! Happy New Year! It's your Steggy Secret Santa!

You said you wanted something with preserum, Steve, so I hope I delivered. I went with the 40s as the period. At least that's what I tried to do.

I hope you had a wonderful holiday, and I wish you the best for 2026, and may all your New Year's resolutions be accomplished!

Happy @steggyfanevents Secret Santa @roboticonography!! I hope you enjoy this little canon-divergent sickfic I wrote for you!!

Here's a little preview:

Steve knew what it meant to be sick. As a child, he had missed more days of school than he could count, his asthma making every cold or flu more difficult to recover from. When Howard’s experiment had worked, the first thing he realized was how easy it was to breathe. He hadn’t been sick during the war, not even when pneumonia took out half the Howling Commandos for a week in the winter of 1943. Howard had hypothesized that a stronger immune system was another result of the serum, but they hadn’t needed to test his theory since he had pulled Steve out of the ice six months earlier.

Hey @doctorhelena!! I had SO MUCH FUN writing this for @steggyfanevents!! I hope you enjoy it!! You can read the fic here or on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/76352396

all the ways you knock me breathless

Rating: PG-13

Setting: Los Angeles, 1947 (Agent Carter Season 2)

Bernard the flamingo was staring at him again.

Steve paused halfway down the stairs of Howard Stark’s ostentatious Los Angeles home, Howard called it a “residence”; Steve called it a mansion, and made eye contact with the bright pink flamingo currently standing in the foyer for no reason other than “he likes the acoustics in here.” Howard said that with a straight face. Howard could say anything with a straight face when he was proud of himself.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Steve muttered, trying to sidestep Bernard’s accusing gaze. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

Bernard, beak gleaming, absolutely judged him anyway.

Steve sighed. “I know it’s date night. I’m going.”

Bernard said nothing, as flamingos generally do, but the silence felt pointed.

(1/7): Doctor Cuddles (Or: How Peggy Carter Decided to Commit Federal Crimes)

PS: End of the chapter has a photo of Doctor Cuddles

Hello!! @damnedsistera I am your Steggy Secret Santa!! I hope this is everything you want & more!! Thanks @steggyfanevents

Steve Rogers lost everything when he went into the ice - this includes Doctor Cuddles, the teddy bear his mother crafted for him when he was young. Now they're reunited, problem is, Doctor Cuddles is locked behind glass, and labeled ‘Property Of The Smithsonian.’ The museum said no to returning him. Peggy and Bucky (and some of the Avengers) said, “hold my felony.”

Officially, Peggy and Bucky weren’t supposed to be here.

SHIELD's latest brilliant idea: a documentary to make Captain America more ‘human and relatable’ because apparently saving the world repeatedly wasn't relatable enough.

Steve had agreed, because of course he had—accepting it the same way he accepted being treated more as an idol than a human being. Jaw tense, shoulders back, answering in that quiet sigh that meant, let’s get this over with.

He was used to being public property.

The crew told Steve to tour the museum at his leisure and their director, Christine Everhart would ask questions where she found necessary.

Peggy and Bucky invited themselves along when Steve informed them of his plan, and he didn’t argue. Bucky insisted Steve needed buffers to fend off the ravenous, invasive questions while Peggy could help him provide entertaining comments that documentaries are always looking for.

Bucky wasn’t going to hear otherwise and honestly, Peggy agreed.

The Smithsonian was having one of those art-directed by Hallmark days, with twinkle lights already strung about, a giant Christmas tree decorated with ornaments from the gift shop, greeted them in the lobby, and the smell of artificial cinnamon, pine, and nutmeg in the air.

Overkill and suffocating.

Peggy walked hand-in-hand with Steve as they entered the lobby and pretended to investigate the map of exhibits. They were wearing matching red sweaters with snowmen and gingerbread men dressed as the Avengers. She’d gotten them as a joke but Steve, being Steve, had taken it seriously and chose today of all days to wear the ‘festive matching sweaters my lovely girlfriend chose for us.’

Bucky had refused to wear the one Steve had bought for him, instead opting for a Santa Hat that Clint had pierced with an arrow, claiming it was festive enough. Disagreeing on that thought, Peggy had attached a Captain America-themed ornament to the arrow.

Now, it was perfect.

“I look ridiculous,” Bucky muttered. “You two look ridiculous. Like Christmas threw up on you.”

“You look festive,” Peggy corrected without looking at him. “And we look festive. You’re just a Scrooge.”

“I look like a mall Santa’s depressed bodyguard.”

“You’re right, Bucky, we should get you some elf ears to go with that hat.”

by: AgentPeggyRogers/broadwayqueenregal

for: @perfectpurls for Steggy Secret Santa 2025! @steggyfanevents

Rating: G-T

Summary:

In the summer of 1936, Steve Rogers has his fortune told about his soulmate, the perfect girl for him, the perfect love. That same summer, Peggy Carter starts having dreams about her own soulmate. This is how they find each other. | Mostly canon compliant, with a soulmate AU twist.

Excerpt:

Her lips are red, his eyes are blue

It’ll take everything in me to get back to you

Roses are red, violets are blue

Darling, you’ll never believe how much I love you

For capandcarter1918.

@steggyfanevents

Shortly after Bucky's death, Peggy takes Steve on a fake mission to try to help get his mind off everything.

Fic located below at archive of our own

Thanks so much for hosting the secret Santa, @steggyfanevents!

insp. | for @bonusholegent:  steggy @foxes-in-love style! (part 2/2 of your present) merry christmas from your steggy secret santa ♥ ♥ ♥