Peggy sits on one of the many plush couches in the foyer of Howard Stark's house by the shore reading one of her favorite books and drinking her favorite brand of tea. It's her ideal evening off; no distractions, no commotion, no war, just her and some peace and quiet. The only thing that could improve the night would be if Angie was home with her.
The agent glances up at the large, decorative grandfather clock and frowns. It's nearly 9, Angie should have been back an hour ago. She didn't specify where she was going, only that telling would jinx it and she had a good feeling about today, which means that she went to an audition. Peggy can't help but grin at the memory, at the hopeful smile that graced the aspiring actresses face and the 'good luck hug' she had wrapped Peggy in.
Attempting to return to her novel proves difficult as Peggy's mind is now fully focused on the girl that seems to be in her thoughts far too often lately. She's never been one for communal living, to many secrets to keep and all doesn't exactly make for the best roommate material, but so far everything has been delightful. Angie more than delightful. She doesn't push too much for details, even now that she knows Peggy's true occupation. Angie is simply happy that the agent lets her see in bit more, lets her peak behind those walls Peggy so expertly built.
Sighing heavily, Peggy rises from her favorite spot to light the fireplace and try not to worry. It casts a beautiful glow and Peggy stares at it contently with her arms wrapped tightly around her small frame. It's not long before the doorbell rings, interrupting Peggy's thoughts which had once again wandered to Angie. Her eyes narrow at the sound; who could it be at this time of night?
The knock is urgent and Peggy grabs a baseball bat as she approaches, her cautious nature and training kicking in. "Come on Pegs! It's freezing out here and I forgot my keys!"
Peggy can't help but roll her eyes, a smile breaking out across her cheeks. "Just a second!" She hides the bat behind the grandfather clock and rushes to the door. As soon as the lock clicks open Angie bursts inside and wraps her arms around Peggy to the point where the woman can barely breathe.
"You'll never believe it English you just won't! Guess what happened today?" Angie bites her lip expectantly with her hands now gripping Peggy's shoulders.
"You got the part?"
"I got the part! You're looking at the next lead in South Pacific! It's brand new but it's sure to be a hit."
"You're joking?!"
"Nope, honest to god! I can't believe it. I mean the director is a total pig but everyone else seemed nice and it's the gig of a life time."
"I'm so happy for you darling; I'm sure you'll be brilliant!"
"Damn right I will English." She nudges Peggy's hip with her own and links their arms together. "Come on, get on your dancing shoes Pegs cause tonight we're painting the town."
Peggy bites her lip nervously. "I don't know Angie…I have work tomorrow."
The actress crosses her arms and pouts. How could anyone say no to that face? "Please? You just saved the world for Christ's sake. Even superheroes need a couple days off."
"I'm not sure." Peggy frowns slightly at being compared to a superhero; that was Steve. "Where do you want to go?"
"Dancing! Or even just drinks. Please Peggy?"
Despite her reservations Peggy can't deny the girl, she wants, no she needs, to see Angie smiling for as long as possible because chances are that in the end Peggy will be the cause for her smile to fade. At least that's what Peggy thinks.
The aspiring actress jumps up and down grinning from ear to ear. "You're the best Pegs! Don't worry, it'll be fun." Angie kisses Peggy's cheek before darting up the stairs to change.
Slowly, once Angie is out of sight, Peggy raises her fingers to touch the burning flesh where Angie kissed her. Peggy's cheeks flush red despite her best efforts to hide her mix of surprise, embarrassment, and joy. How did she let it get like this? Peggy wonders that often. How on earth did she end up falling for the sweetest, most innocent and beautiful girl in all of New York? Her best friend at that!
Peggy contemplates this the whole time as they drive to O'Rielly's, the local hotspot for drinking, dancing, and enjoying a night that you'll probably regret in the morning, while Angie babbles on and on about the play. Peggy tries to listen, she really does, but her mind keeps going back to how much she wishes her roommate had kissed her just an inch to the left.
AN: Part 2 coming soon. Please let me know what you think!