Hello. I am a MAJOR fan of Agent Carter and anything Marvel related. I am a huge shipper of Cartson and all the wonderful banter. I hope you like my story, I'm not a very good writer, but I really wanted to do this. To be clear, Peggy has not taken Mr. Starks kind offer of the penthouse, but instead has found her own apartment.

Of course I own nothing, and all rights go to the one and only Marvel.

Please review…..


If there was one thing Peggy Carter hated, it was apartment shopping. It was such a tedious task trying to find a suitable flat that was in her price range. They were always too dirty, to small or too expensive. Finally, after careful consideration, Peggy finally found a nice flat in a quaint little neighborhood not too far from the office. Moving in was a quick process, and within a few hours, Peggy was settled in. After the events of chief, Leviathan and Stark, sleep had been evading her. Little did she know, her next-door neighbor was experiencing a similar situation.

Upon her arrival at the little apartment building, Peggy had the pleasure, or displeasure of meeting her fellow tenants. In the two flats on the first floor lived a spinster old lady, Ms. Walters, who warned Peggy that New York City was filled with temptation, and that a virtuous young women as herself better watch herself and get a ring on that fourth finger. The other tenant on the first floor was a fat and grouchy butcher who paid her no mind, which was fine with her. There were a few veterans and their wives and of course, her next door neighbor whom she had yet to meet. Ms. Walters had warned her of this mysterious young man who kept odd hours and listened to that awful music. She said it was positively sinful.

It was her third night in her new flat and sleep had still managed to escape her grasp. While she had won the respect of the office, she was still having trouble acclimating to the fact that chief was gone. Chief Thompson had assumed his new position, and even appointed Carter as his new deputy. Sousa had finally forgiven Thompson, but not until both her and Jack explained that the SSR may respect her and give her credit, but politician were a whole other ballpark, and they would never see her as equal because that was just how the system worked. She explained to Sousa that with Jack in charge, she would finally be able to do the job she was trained for, and she didn't care who got the credit. She could still see the disappointment in his face when she declined his offer to get a drink, but to be honest, she just didn't feel that way about Daniel, and she wasn't one to get a mans hopes up. Maybe it was chivalry that reminded her too much of Steve or the fact that they just got along too well and there was never much excitement in their friendship. Either way, her and Daniel just weren't meant to be. Then of course there was Jack. Ever since Leviathan, they were slowly growing closer. They still argued and disagreed, but it was more like banter. Chief Thompson as it was may have been a natural leader and glad to accept the role, but after all that had happened, he also gladly accepted the guidance and help of a certain British agent and wounded war veteran. The three of them together were guiding force of the SSR. But it was at night when that British agent and new chief had the hardest time. After all they had been through, their biggest problem seemed to be sleep.

Peggy had slipped into her nightgown and settled down with a cup of tea in hope of getting a little sleep that night. But it was then when she realized that the walls were much thinner than she thought. Apparently, her mysterious next-door neighbor was playing that, in Ms. Walters's words "awful, positively sinful music." The first night of music, Peggy was able to handle it; she had slept through worst. The second night, she willed herself not to do anything rash, she had just moved in and didn't really want to start any arguments with her new neighbor. By the fourth night, she had had enough. By 10:00 PM, the music was still going and Peggy was tired from the combination of no sleep and a long day at the office. Finally, on the fifth night, fed up and determined to sleep for one night, Peggy slipped on her orange and black dressing robe over her silk nightgown and marched over to 2B. Giving three sharp raps on the door, Peggy waited at the door patiently. Finally, the door swung open to reveal none other than Jack Thompson.

Now Peggy only had one mental images of Jack Thompson. The confident and controlling Agent Jack Thompson who was slowly trying to get the SSR back into order after the terrible Leviathan business. But this Jack Thompson was one she hadn't seen. This Jack was tired, with his shirt un-tucked, his tie undone and a glass of bourbon in his hand.

"Jack?" Peggy said with surprise evident in her clipped British accent. She was suddenly feeling self-conscious standing in the hallway with nothing but her nightgown and dressing robe.

"Marge? What are you doing here?" Jack said thoroughly confused and obviously unaware of her living next door to him.

"I came to ask you to turn down your music. It's rather hard to sleep when it sounds as if there is a jazz club next door to your apartment." Peggy replied a bit harsher than she had intended.

"Wait, I'm confused. Do you live here?" Jack said, confusion etched on his face and clearly a few steps behind in the conversation.

"What do you think Jack. Surely you don't think I roam the city in my dressing gown?" Peggy said. Realization dawned on Jack that she was wearing her nightgown and his throat when dry. Good grief, what have I gotten myself into now? Jack thought to himself.

"So will you turn the music down?" Peggy said, pulling his head out of space.

"Yeah, sure." Jack said, having not quite recovered from seeing her in her nightgown.

"Thank you. And Jack," Peggy said, nodding toward the bourbon in his hand "try some tea and get some sleep," giving him a knowing look as if she herself had spent a few sleepless nights trying to drink away the pain. As she retreated back to her apartment, she thought to herself, this is going to be interesting.


Well, there it is. I don't know if I will as a one-shot, but if you review and let me know what you think, I'll certainly take it into consideration. Anyways, if you have gotten this far, thanks for reading and please review.