DISCLAIMER: I don't own this. Marvel own this. I'm just borrowing it.

A/N: This is my first Cartinelli fic. I just watched Agent Carter and this idea popped into my head after the last episode. This will have 2 or 3 chapters in total probably. As always, feel free to comment.

Angie looked at Peggy, a grin immediately broke out on her face. Peggy looked back at her, adoration clearly shining in her eyes, equally unable to hide her smile.

Peggy looked over to Mr. Jarvis and when he finished talking, looked back at Angie and said "It's a bit far from the theater district."

"I'll live with it." Angie deadpanned, leaving no room for further arguments. How could she not want to live here? And how could Peggy, amazing, gorgeous Peggy Carter, ever doubt that she wouldn't want to live with her?

But her excitement got the better of her. She had to tell someone about this. Her mum. This was something she would want to hear about. So Angie turned to Mr. Jarvis and asked "You got a phone? I have to call my mother."

"Naturally. There is a telephone in every room."

"Oh my god, are you kiddin' me?" She couldn't believe this. This man lived in absolute luxury. A phone in every room? She had to see this. Running off to the nearest room, she wondered how her mother would react to the news.

Angie went to the phone and upon hearing the muffled voices of Peggy and Mr. Jarvis decided to find a phone more down the hall, all the time telling herself it was to give them some privacy and definitely not because she herself was a bit grateful when she was sure that they couldn't hear her.

Angie waited patiently for her mother to pick up the phone. And let out a breath in relief when she finally did so.

"Oh, mum, I'm so glad I reached you. I got wonderful news. Is father home?"

"Angel, slow down. What happened?" Angie's mother was slightly overwhelmed by the fast flowing words that rushed from her daughter's lips.

"Sorry. Tell me, is father home?"

"No. He went out. Why?" The woman had an inkling about the topic which her daughter wanted to discuss.

"Oh, thank god." Angie knew that if her father would know what kind of topic she and her mother discussed, he would start a rage.

"Mother, I have wonderful news. You'll never guess where I live now."

"Oh, angel, you know that I don't like guessing games. Just tell me."

"Alright. You ready?" After an affirmative sound from her mother, Angie's voice lifted a few octaves when she said. "Howard Stark's mansion. Can you believe it?"

"Howard Stark, really?" Angie's mother couldn't believe it, but knew her daughter well enough that she knew there had to be more to it. "How did that happen?"

"Well, you remember my friend that I told you about? The one that works for the phone company?"

"Yes, but what has she to do with all that?"

"Turns out she doesn't work for the phone company at all. But I can't tell you more about this. I'm afraid I don't know much really and most of it is probably classified anyway. But she is friends with Howard Stark. And because there were some unfortunate events at the 'Griffith' and where I work that had something to do with Stark, he lets us stay indefinitely at one of his mansions. Isn't it great? You gotta visit us sometime."

"Yes. Yes, it is. But..." Angie's mother hesitated. She knew what she was about to say could be triggering to her daughter, if she was in denial.

"But what...?" Angie didn't like the sound of this.

After a moment of silence Angie's mother spoke up again. "Am I right to assume that by 'your friend' you mean the one that you convinced to be your neighbor? What's her name again?"

"Peggy." Angie didn't know where her mother was going with this.

"Right, Peggy. The very same you have told me about I presume. So... do you really think that living with her is advisable?"

"Don't be ridiculous. It'll be fine."

"Angel...excuse me for being this forward but... do you still love her?" Although Angie's mother was concerned with how her daughter being in love with her best 'female' friend could result in abysmal catastrophe, she still was valuing the happiness of her only daughter very much.

"Yes, I do still love her. Peggy is the best thing that has happened to me. She believes in me and I'm incredibly grateful for her support and everything. Even if she doesn't love me back."

"But is it really worth getting your heart broken over?" The older woman tried to understand but knew that she probably never fully would. She reckoned that she had to meet this Peggy to see, if her daughter exaggerated when talking about her neighbor come flat mate. "Don't answer now. Think about it for some time, please."

"Mother, I don't need to think about it. Yes, she is. She's worth everything and then some."

Angie's mother sighed. "Alright, angel. But be safe. And I'll be here, if you need me."

"Thank you, ma. Really, thank you." After a second she added. "I should probably go now. Give my regards to father. Love you."

"It's alright. And I will. Say hello to Peggy from me. Love you, too, angel. Bye!"

"Bye, mum." Angie put the receiver back onto the cradle, ending the call.

She wondered how she could be so lucky as to have a mother so supportive of her. She still clearly remembered the fateful night she had tearfully confessed to her mother that she didn't feel any attraction to the boys swarming around her, but that there was this one girl in her school that made her heart flutter.

Her mother was hesitant at first and cautioned her that she must never speak to her father about this. He would go berserk and start a rampage. Just the fear in her mother's voice alone made Angie swear that she would never talk of it in his presence.

And she never had.

Just then she was jolted out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. "Angie? Are you in there? Are you alright?" Peggy asked, concern evident in her voice.

This was exactly why Angie held her friend in such high esteem. She cared.

Angie got up and opened the door. "Yes, I'm alright. My mother says hello."

Peggy nodded. Then she stood unsure in front of Angie, just shy of wringing her hands.

Angie took pity on the woman before her. "Oh, spit it out already, English."

"Well, Mr. Jarvis left and I think I still owe you an explanation. If you have nothing to do this evening, I would like to give it to you."

"That'd be wonderful. I'll be cooking us something nice and after we can talk."

"Splendid. I'll be looking forward to it. I'll be back by half seven."

"Where are you going?" Angie looked concerned. "Something dangerous?"

"No. I'll just have to do something for a... friend." Peggy smiled sadly and walked down the hall leaving.