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For some in the city, the setting of the sun and rising of the moon called them away, beckoning them into their beds for an evening’s rest. Such a thing had not happened to – or for – Peggy Carter since she had lied on her enlistment forms, falsifying her age so that she could slip into the folds of the military. An aptitude for espionage and mind for codebreaking soon had her welcomed into agencies more accustomed to working in the shadows.

Her post-war life would prove no different. In this new world, there was no Eastern or Western Front – war loomed around the corner, ready to strike before a moment’s notice could even be given. Barely two years before, the war – now being dubbed the Second World War – had come to a close. Yet for those like Peggy, work continued. It was simply that the spotlight shifted. Now, she sought to end wars before they had the chance to begin.

All of which was a prelude to her latest assignment, undercover as always: a jazz singer. Up on the stage, weaving through the crowds, she’d be able to make note of anyone unsavory. Much to Peggy’s unsurprise, such figures were plentiful these days. She had a mental rolodex of war criminals, traitors, informants, and dozens of other ‘enemies’ that she was to keep tabs on during her sets.

She had only a quibble with how she had ended up here, and that was only because her superiors hadn’t let her audition with the pianist. There was a definite chance that he was going to be suspicious of her, given that he had been told who his newest singer would be rather than given the chance to see if she would fit the bill.

So she had bargained for this: a dinner with him, if only to have the chance to slip him her story herself and see if there were any loose ends that needed tightening. It would also give her the general lay-of-the-land in terms of the jazz club they’d be entertaining for the foreseeable future. Lastly, a swing band was set to take the stage tonight, relieving her of the pressure of transforming into a suave songbird.

@fightertown​​ asked: Ѡ (for rooster from hangman!) Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

Bradley didn’t think twice about opening his text messages in public after feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. It was just a picture message from Hangman, it couldn’t be that bad could it?  

He immediately regretted it once he tapped the thread and was treated to an eyeful of more of his fellow pilot than he ever expected to see. He shoved his phone in his pocket, looking around to make sure no one else saw, before ducking into an empty hallway to pull his phone out to type out a quick reply.