#evermorcs

the swiss alps was where they had located themselves; peggy, the howling commandos, and himself had found themselves almost frozen to the bone for the past 24 hours, but as far as an act of patriotism, it was hard for him to decide if it was worth it. from heel to teeth, he was sure that it was his duty, and that the things peggy carter could and would do would always be the greater good. in the rain, she stood tall. the solace he found in her was unlike any other, but if you were to ask him, he would simply go on to say that he was proud of the work she did. their camp certainly lacked the ritz of the bases back home, making steve feel almost obligated to bring a change of scenery... if that were possible. before he could even swallow the fear in his throat, he’d found himself holding a soaking wet newspaper and standing outside the zipped door of peggy’s tent. “agent carter,” he started, rolling the newspaper up in his hands, his voice diplomatic. “are you — ” steve paused. cleared his throat. furrowed his brow. “... decent?”