"This is ridiculous. I feel like a dress-up doll."

"Oh, hush." Angie said, adjusting the sides of Peggy's dress. "You look amazing. Besides, you promised I could dress you up however I felt like."

"Well, yes, but I didn't expect you to go quite so elaborate, darling. I look like a magazine cover girl."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Well, you know of my predisposition towards blending in. This bloody thing would stand out at a Paris fashion show. Where on Earth did you get this?"

Angie stood back, admiring her work. "I've got my ways, English. Now, quit your bellyaching and come look how pretty I made ya." She said with a wink, leading Peggy to a mirror across the room.

Peggy couldn't help but smile at her image in the mirror. Angie put her hands on Peggy's shoulders and stared at her reflection, eyes travelling over the magnificent blue dress draped over the woman's slender form. It shone brilliantly in the light, but Angie found herself drawn to the way it brought out the details in Peggy's face more than the beauty of the dress itself. How bright her ever-present red lipstick seemed to stand out when compared to the blues of the dress. Her brown eyes sparkled somehow even more radiantly. Even the long waves of her brown hair were-

"Angie?" Peggy asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She realized she'd been making mushy eyes at Peggy for the better part of a minute.

"Huh?"

"I said thank you. You've certainly got a talent for this sort of thing."

"Oh, right. No problem, honey, no problem at all. I could have done more for ya, but heaven forbid you let anyone else do your makeup for you." Angie said with a smirk. "Pigs'll fly before Peggy Carter lets someone else touch her lips."

"Don't take it personally, lovely." Peggy said, turning to face Angie. "When one learns how to perfectly apply makeup in the middle of a warzone, it becomes something of a personal activity." She grinned. "Besides, you always touch my lips, and I see no flying farm animals anywhere."

Angie rolled her eyes. "Don't be a smartass, English." She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around Peggy's neck. They stayed that way for a good while, looking into one another's eyes and smiling, neither saying a word for a long time.

Peggy was the first to break the silence. "So, what do we do now that you've got me all dolled up?"

Angie shrugged. "Night's still young, Peg. We could go dancing, walk in the park, world's our oyster." She paused. "'Course, that would mean everybody else'd get to look at your makeover, and call me a selfish artist, but I'd like to keep ya to myself."

Peggy chuckled. "So you're saying you want to spend all this time playing dress-up with me just to spend the night at home?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I might be."

"Sounds brilliant." Peggy said, leaning in and planting a kiss on Angie's lips, smiling as her partner melted into her. She reached down and swept Angie up off her feet while she was distracted, holding her princess-style. Angie laughed, tightening her grip as Peggy picked her up. "Ready, love?"

"You bet, English." Angie said between giggles, planting one last kiss on Peggy's cheek before she was carried off, as they searched for adventure at home.