A/N
This is my first multi-chaptered fanfic but I am going to do my best to keep updating regularly so bear with me! This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine, and I'm always looking to improve my writing so feel free to leave advice or comments.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making an profit I am just borrowing them for fun
"We took the floor and she said
Oh don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you're holding back
She said shut up and dance with me"
-Walk the Moon
The music was uncomfortably loud. Swing had never really been Peggy's thing. She preferred to waltz. However, Amelia Jenkins loved to swing dance with her husband, so here she was.
"Ouch! That was my foot!" she hissed at 'her husband' Teddy Jenkins- better known as the always insufferable Agent Jack Thompson.
"Your snoozing on the job Carter, look alive!" he ordered through his easygoing smile. To anyone else, they looked like a young couple enjoying their honeymoon out on the dance floor. However, with every dip and twirl, Peggy was surveilling the room, scouting out exits, and counting the guards.
"I'm a little busy here Thompson" she snapped as she executed a seemingly effortless turn. "I can't count guards and dodge the blundering lumps you call feet." At that moment Peggy caught movement over Jack's shoulder. "There! Guard change by the office door...45 second gap. It will be close. How long till the next shift change?" She asked him almost pleadingly. They had been dancing for what seemed like hours and Peggy desperately needed a break.
"Not for another twenty minutes." Thompson replied, glancing down at Peggy. "What do you say we get a drink?"
Jack's feet were killing him. He has no idea how normal people did this all the time. Apparently it was supposed to be fun. He snorted at the idea, nursing his bourbon. Glancing over at Peggy, she seemed no worse for wear, and was all smiles as she chatted with the bartender, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She was probably gathering more intel, but Jack still felt a tiny surge of irritation. She didn't have to make such a show of flirting with the guy. Sometimes she just got on his nerves.
However, to be fair to her, dancing with Peggy hadn't been terrible. She was a pretty good dancer, and her tiny frame fit his-logistically speaking of course-with her head tucked just under his chin. She even smelled nice, which is something he would never admit, but it made undercover work and long stakeouts much more bearable then with some of the other guys.
He had been surprised when he picked her up this evening. As an able bodied man, he would admit that she was fairly attractive, but in the dress she had on right now, she could only be described as a knockout. It was a crimson red, to match her favorite lipstick, and hugged her curves before falling gracefully the floor. She had her hair done up, a single curl falling in front of her face, and Jack had spent all night resisting the urge to tuck it behind her ear. With Peggy, sometimes simple actions felt like playing with fire.
Realizing that he had been staring, Thompson looked away abruptly, annoyed with himself for getting distracted. Glancing at his watch, he realized the guards should be changing soon. At that moment he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Right on schedule. He leaned over and and gently touched Peggy's wrist.
"Time to move."