A/N: My first venture into an Agent Carter fic. Nothing special really, just a few thoughts on this particular scene.
Spoilers: for 2x05 The Atomic Job.
Disclaimer: I own my own two hands, but I have never owned the rights to Agent Carter, not even as a hand-me-down.
She let go.
It was a spilt second decision.
When the devil offers you his – or in this case her – hand, you can take it. Chose to save yourself, and put other people lives on the line instead.
Or you can refuse it. Be a saint and not play the game. Follow your own path, the righteous path. And be free.
But with freedom comes the pain. The pain of consequence.
That's why it's a though choice. Because who really likes pain and suffering?
Yet, Peggy wasn't in doubt for very long. Rather than taking the hand she was offered she let go. Plummeting towards certain discontent.
She was in agony, terribly hurt. But it was in no way comparable to what it would have been had she taken that outstretched hand.
To any onlookers it might have looked like a helping hand, someone willing to help, maybe even risk their own life in the process, if they couldn't pull her up.
But Peggy knew the truth; she was able to see past the veil of beauty and innocence. Past the mask and camouflage that had nothing what so ever to do with the other woman's acting.
Touched by zero matter. It would have meant certain death, she was sure about that. Better to take her chances.
True, the risk had been great, but she'd come out on the other side.
Not fully unscathed. A little bit more damaged perhaps, but a lot wiser.
Her injury might have caused her a temporary setback, but she wasn't going to let that stop her in the long run.
There were still several other outstretched hands out there that were willing to help her cause, and that she was also willing to take freely.
A/N: That's it. No big poetry just a bit of ambience.