#foxfaction

it's  difficult  to  ignore  the  fact  that  her  mind  keeps  telling  her  this  is  all  something  out  of  a  cutting  room  floor  episode  of  scooby  do  ------  that  she's  playing  the  part  of  some  alternate  universe  -  daphne  while  her  companion  three  steps  ahead  is  doing  his  best  fred  jones  meets  shaggy.

“  if  you  were  a  vegetable  you’d  be  a  cute-cumber. ”        /      @foxfaction​.

when  she'd  insisted  on  him  helping  her  fill  in  some  of  the  silence  they've  been  making  their  way  down  the  unlit  hallway  in,  he  delivers  with  equally  cheesy  70s  era  dialogue  ------  she'd  asked  for  a  pick  -  me  -  up,  not  necessarily  a  pick  -  up  -  line. "that's  ----  kinda  terrible,"  she  groans,  turning  the  beam  of  her  flashlight  onto  the  back  of  his  head  instead  of  scanning  the  wall  to  her  left.

your muse surprises mine with flowers

"There's a joke to be had here," Peggy comments, her eyes lighting up as she sees the flower arrangement in the other woman's hands. "They're beautiful," she says and buries her nose in the bouquet. She flicks her gaze up towards Rose, a smile on her lips. "What's the occasion?"

As much as she’d rather be on the prowl for Halloween decorations, the time to do so had long since passed. The next best thing was searching for Christmas and other festive holiday decorations, including Hannukah décor to celebrate Wanda’s heritage, to mark the occasion. After spending the day gathering everything on their list, the last thing she and Rose needed was a tree. There was nothing quite like getting the real thing, or so Wanda had been told, and thus an adventure was set forth trying to find the perfect one.

There were a few home improvement stores that sold fresh Christmas trees albeit there were not very many left, and the ones that were did not appear to be in good condition. Wanda was beginning to lose hope they’d end up without a spruce when the pair stumbled upon a tree farm — a literal needle in a haystack. Trees of varying kinds, ranging from big to small, were proudly on display. It made Wanda giddy with excitement to begin setting up everything as soon as they returned home. Taking in the refreshing, crisp air, gentle fingers touch the ends of each pine and fir she comes across; eventually, she takes a deep breath and sighs. ❝ I can’t choose, ❞ she admits. ❝ All of them look faultless to me. ❞

@foxfaction​ || cont’d

She loved living near the ocean. When things seemed terribly overwhelming, Peggy slips down to the beach for a walk or a swim. The expanse of water always seems to dwarf her own problems. Peggy walks down to her favorite stretch of shoreline--it’s quiet and rather secluded. It’s rare she sees anyone there.

Never underestimate the power of touch. This was her first lesson, and one she was putting to the test. Henry was the unfortunate recipient of her growing seduction skills — a fact that made Wanda blush a thousand times over. Today’s theatre seminar had everyone collectively work on the art of enticing, something she wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable with. She didn’t care if she was the newest recruit for the Avengers; she was still human and capable of being on the receiving end of unwanted emotions.

Of course, she’d seen the man here and there but never actually had the chance to formally meet him as he always looked so busy. But not now. As it just so happened, the theatre director happened to be there that day — for what, she didn’t know — and was consequently being used for the lesson. When it finally came to be her turn, Wanda’s initial hesitation was painfully apparent.

And oh, how she tried to remember Natasha’s training. Despite learning a lot about espionage from the famous Black Widow, Wanda suffered from a lot of self-doubt about her abilities to go undercover, spy, and potentially seduce. However, Nat’s support and encouragement quieted her concerns — all the witch needed to do was refine her skills a little more; otherwise she was on the right track and doing well. Wanting to further her lessons, Wanda eventually discovered a hands-on theatre course (of all things !) on learning how to emit her desire and sensuality which led her to this point. What she didn’t count on was coming face-to-face with someone who made her blush so much — it was the exact opposite of what she was learning under the redhead’s strict regimen.

Pulled back to the present, innocent green eyes look at him curiously. Taking a breath, she holds his gaze and runs her hands along his chest. Her confidence needed to carry her, and so she tries to let it as her eyes flicker to his handsome features. Lips quirk up in an inviting smirk, her hands eventually settle on his waist. She utilizes a few of Nat’s tips and tricks to the best of her ability .  .  . and before she knew it, her time was done. Wanda’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red as she draws back, exceedingly embarrassed at the situation.

She thought about not going. It's been long enough, surely he's found someone else to meet him at the hospital. And yet there she is, ready to give him a ride home and checking in at the visitor's desk, heart pounding as she gives his name. Peggy bites her lip as she's led back. Once upon a time she'd lived with this man, thought they'd have a future together before the world has intervened, and yet it feels almost as though she's meeting a stranger. She knocks on the door before entering, announcing her presence once she's gathered herself. "Hello, Noah," she says quietly with a wry smile. "I think it might be time to update your emergency contact."

She wishes this sort of nonsense were a little more uncommon in her life, but oh well. Peggy's giving Carter a piece of her mind when- "Mmph!"- he presses her to the wall, blocking her from view and his finger on his lips. She's about to push his back when she hears the footsteps, meeting the man's eye, crimson lips parted underneath his finger.