Welcome back!
Due to my issues of letting go of some stories, I'm writing a second one. This is set one year after the first story: Under Carter.
It isn't completely necessary that you read that one first, but if you haven't already and you want to, the link is here: s/11768947/1/Under-Carter
Enjoy Carter Would (Carterwood lmao someone stop me)
"You're going to have to try harder than that, Peggy." Peggy was tied to a chair, and she was struggling to break free. Peggy paused in her struggle and smirked, "I'm sure we can work this out, it doesn't have to be done the hard way, surely." The English agent only received a blank stare, so she sighed, "Look, these ropes are impossible to get out of! I simply can't, not without a knife."
"Yes you can. Maybe if you just dislocated your-,"
"Dottie... We have been through this, and I am not dislocating anything." Peggy said, her tone firm. Dottie put her hands on her hips, slightly disappointed, "I was only kidding, you don't need to dislocate anything for this one. Besides, it's not that bad, I promise." Peggy glared at her, and the blonde grinned, walking over to the tied up agent. She sat herself down on Peggy's lap, "Sorry, I'm just trying to help you Pegs." Dottie said sweetly as she ran a hand down Peggy's face, and continued tracing one finger down her neck, before she plucked at Peggy's collar.
The two were working on ways to get out of situations where they might find themselves tied up. It helped that Dottie got off on it a little too. She had put her past behind her, but for some reason, she still loved to play a little bit of cat and mouse with Peggy. Peggy searched Dottie's eyes, "You're not cutting me loose any time soon are you?" she asked. Dottie simply smiled and shook her head, leaning in and kissing Peggy full on the mouth. Peggy leaned forward with her, responding to her kisses. The chair creaked and the ropes pulled. Peggy smiled, leaning back, and then leaning forward again. Dottie nodded, and watching her, she got back up onto her feet and observed. Peggy began to feel the ropes around her ribcage slacking a little. She kept wriggling, and the rope started to slide down, toward her hips. She leant forward and brought her arms from behind the chair back and settled them behind her. Then, Peggy pushed the heels of her feet together, and spread her ankles as far as she could, with the rope around them. When she brought her feet back together normally, the rope had been stretched, and she was able to slide one foot out, before she did the same to the other. She glanced up at Dottie whose expression was nothing but proud.
Now that Peggy was able to balance herself using her free feet, she started to work on the ropes which were still settled around her hips. She pushed forward and stretched out the rope more before standing up. The chair came up with her, but she used the hands still behind her to push the chair down, and bring the rope up, past the back of the chair. The rope came free from the chair and she let it fall from her hips, to the ground. She then began working on what was still left around her wrists, using the tried and tested method which was stretching and wriggling. Peggy sighed after she freed her hands, before she threw the rope at Dottie, who began clapping.
"Good job! See, you'll thank me one day Peg." Dottie said enthusiastically, her blue eyes lit up. Peggy rubbed at the burns the rope had left on her wrists and nodded, "Thank you darling, I'll keep that all in mind." Dottie gently took Peggy's hands and raised them to her lips to kiss the burns on her wrists. Peggy smiled at the tender gesture before moving closer and wrapping her arms around the taller woman's shoulders. Dottie instinctively wrapped hers around Peggy's waist and the two met lips again.
"You just get off on seeing me tied up." Peggy said, amused, once the kiss broke. The blonde tried not to give it away, but she laughed and nodded, "Only when I do it." She admitted. Peggy smirked and led her to the bed, "Well, since you're already all hot and bothered."
That was two weeks ago.
Now Dottie woke up to an empty bed. She got dressed, put on her shoes, and headed into the dining room, where Angie sat eating breakfast.
"Angie, did Peggy come home with you last night?" Angie had been out last night with a couple of her aspiring actress friends. Dottie assumed Peggy might have joined them when she didn't come home at her usual time – that or she was just working really late. Peggy would have called if she were at work though. Angie looked up from her cereal and shook her head, "No, I thought she was with you." The actress frowned, "Didn't she just come home from work late and sleep in one of the guest rooms? Maybe she didn't wanna wake you." Dottie accepted this suggestion, Peggy had done that before. She left the dining room and immediately headed to the guest rooms, checking all three. Her heart began beating fast; Peggy was in none of them. She rushed back to the dining room, trying her best to remain calm, "She isn't in any of them." Dottie said to Angie. Angie looked calm, but Dottie had been acting longer than she had, and she knew Angie wasn't really calm, "Okay, it's alright Dot, she's probably just pulling an all-nighter in the office with her fathead male-co workers." Dottie shook her head and walked to the phone, "She should have called." She began dialling the offices when the doorbell rang. She and Angie met eyes before Angie stood up and Dottie put down the receiver. They walked to the door and opened it.
There stood Edwin Jarvis, looking quite panicked. "Is Miss Carter home? I'm sorry I would have called but-," Dottie pulled him into the house by the lapel of his suit jacket, shut the front door and pushed him against it, "No. She isn't. What's going on Jeeves?" Angie's eyes grew slightly wide, "Dottie! Come on, get off him!" Dottie tilted her head, her eyes burning into Jarvis', "No. He knows something." She said, her eyes never leaving his. Jarvis averted her eyes and blinked, "Miss Underwood, I mean you no harm, if you could just-," Dottie's hand flew to his throat and she pushed him harder against the door, choking him, "Not until you tell me what is going on." She said, her voice low and threatening.
Angie rushed to Jarvis' aid and pulled Dottie off of him, "He can't talk if you're crushin' his vocal chords like that." Angie warned her. Dottie took a deep breath, her composure still intact. Jarvis gathered his and then talked.
"Miss Carter and I were to rendezvous last night outside of the talent office when she came back with Chief Sousa. She didn't, and neither did he. At first I..." he glanced meekly at Dottie who already knew where he was going, "Well, I thought that perhaps Miss Carter and Chief Sousa had... Found themselves otherwise occupied. A-anyway, they still hadn't made any appearance and I eventually left, thinking that she perhaps spent the night." He shied away from Dottie's hardened, arctic gaze. Angie put a hand on Dottie's arm, in way of reassurance. Dottie knew Peggy wouldn't have done that, but the very suggestion, or even the thought still made her sick.
"Where were they?" Dottie asked, still glaring. Jarvis frowned, trying to remember, and then his face cleared again, "They were by the coast searching one of the homes which were suspected of hosting criminal activity from time to time."
Dottie was out of the door before Jarvis could finish the sentence.
"Miss Underwood! Slow down!" Jarvis called, chasing after her. Angie hesitated for a split second, but followed them hurriedly, shutting and locking the door behind her. Once in her car, Dottie pulled a gun out of the glove box and handed it to Jarvis who was becoming increasingly worried.
"Be a dear and hold that for me, will you Jeeves?" She asked sweetly, though her expression was anything but. Jarvis had given up trying to get Dottie to correct his name. She had started it off to tease him, but it had stuck. In the back seat, Angie's eyebrows creased slightly, "Dottie, don't cha think that's a little much?" Pulling out of the drive, Dottie slowly shook her head and said in a sing-song voice, "Oh, not at all!" then she said in a low, glacial voice "That's not even close to enough." Both Angie and Jarvis felt a chill run down their spines.
For the first time in just over a year, Dorothy Underwood was out for blood.