A/N Hiya! So this is probably only gonna be two or three parts long. I hope you all like it, leave reviews (good or bad). Hopefully it's funny, I'm not much of a comedy writer but hey it's worth a shot. This first chapter is just sort of to get you started. So yeah, enjoy!

"Oh dear!" Jarvis said turning around again to face forward and placing his hands on the wheel.

That couldn't be right. Once more Jarvis heard it, the soft snoring that came from the back seat. Jarvis pursed his lips together and shut his eyes, whispering a quick prayer before turning around again. She was still there, fast asleep.

"What do I do? What do I do?" Jarvis asked himself as he looked down at her, he turned to the front again and took a deep breath. "Don't panic, Edwin. You panic and bad things happen... I'll call miss Carter, she'll know what to do."

With his decision made Jarvis reached into the passenger seat to open the bad containing his walkie talkie. However when he opened the black bag it was not a bulky communication device that he found, rather millions of dollars. Millions of one dollar bills stacked together in stacks of fifty and held there with rubber bands.

"Oh dear!" Jarvis said with a gulp as he stared at the bag that was supposed to be with miss Carter. At that moment the young woman in the back of the car began to wake up but before she could ask what was going on they both turned at the sound of the gunshots off in the distance.

"Oh dear!"

...

"Lookie here, Stark decided to send one of his lady friends this time." One of the men said as Peggy entered the room.

Normally she would've been annoyed and corrected them on their mistake. However, today that statement was part of her cover, unfortunately. She kept telling herself that she shouldn't have even taken the job, she was supposed to be done with helping out Howard, but this case was a bit different.

Well, she said different. It was the same old deal, someone had stolen from Howard, but this was a little more personal. These particular men were friends ('were' being the key word in the sentence) but they had tricked a very drunk Howard from the night before into letting them into the armory. It was at that point that they tried to take one of his prototypes. Luckily for Howard they didn't get away with the entire thing, just the important part. And that of course was why Peggy was there, to get back the rest of the unfinished machine.

"Howard told me you have something for me." Peggy said in an American accent that she prided herself on, mostly because it was at least better than that of Mr Jarvis.

"Come on in, doll, we don't bite." One of the men said with a sickening grin, noticing how close Peggy was to the door.

Peggy feigned nervousness and took a small step closer, causing the group of men to erupt with laughter. She put on a fake shy smile before looking expectantly at the man she had determined was in charge of the little crew.

"Howard tell you what you got in that bag, sweetheart?" The man asked, blowing out a puff of smoke before flicking the cigarette onto the floor. Peggy shook her head, getting a few more chuckles out of the men.

"No, I didn't think he would." The man said, making a motion for her to come closer. "Howard must like you an awful lot, if he trust you with something like what you got there. Say? How'd a nice young thing like you get involved with Howard Stark?"

Before Peggy could answer the man went on as the two others got suspiciously closer to her.

"Because, I'm thinking... He either had someone pick you up from the middle of nowhere, promising you a lot of money. In which case, you and I and my boys here are all gonna leave very happy... or, you're a spy, and you're a lot less innocent under that sweet little facade you're putting on. In which case, things might get a little dirty." Once again he continued before Peggy could respond. The man laughed obnoxiously loud then pointed at the bag in her hand. "Open that up and take out what you find inside."

Peggy nodded. Keeping in her character she nervously fumbled around with the zipper then finally opened the bag. However what she found was not at all what anyone in the room had been expecting.

"Dammit!" She cursed under her breath.

...

"Mr Fancy? What's goin' on?" Angie Martinelli asked sitting up to look at Jarvis through the rear view mirror. She had just woken up only to hear the sound of guns shooting off.

"Hello miss Martinelli," Jarvis said trying to sound calm but failing miserably. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Very good. That's very good." Jarvis said taking a deep breath and exhaling with two words: "oh God."

"You gonna answer my question, Fancy?" Angie asked, rubbing her eyes and stretching a bit.

"Well, to put it plain and simple. You apparently feel asleep in the car after Howard's party. Peggy and I needed a car for what was supposed to be a quick job. We got into this car, you were in this car. Now we're in a dark alley waiting for miss Carter, who is supposed to be delivering this bag of money to a group of men. However, instead she is in there with nothing but two walkie talkie's and a few other things that never got emptied out of that damned bag!" Jarvis' voice got very high pitched at the end as he slammed his head down on the wheel. Angie wanted to be nervous but she couldn't help but laugh at his little break down.

"You know, I don't think I've ever heard you swear before." Angie said, getting Jarvis to lift his head up.

"Did I swear?" Angie nodded her head and Jarvis sighed. "I'm sorry, sometimes that happens when I panic."

"It's fine... What are we gonna do about this bag of cash?"

"I have no idea. Normally that's where miss Carter comes in."

"Well then, maybe it's time you and English trade places." Angie said with a grin.

"How do you mean?"

"You and me are gonna be secret agents tonight."