007. Hatching
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Most of the young women scatter from the downstairs table of the Griffith Hotel, as soon as a red-faced Miriam Fry rushes in. She yells at both Angie and Peggy for their loud, emotional argument.
During breakfast of all things.
Peggy grumpily stares down at the dishes she's been ordered to wash, her rolled-up sleeves already damp. "You need to loosen up, English," Angie tells her, neglecting her task of clearing up. She hops on the countertop, with a rag in one hand and a fresh, brown chicken egg in the other.
She's still sore about Angie's impromptu, drunken kiss with Howard Stark. It's ridiculous, but… …
"Angie, with all due respect," Peggy says, glancing up, raising a brow coolly. "Your opinion on the matter is that of a spring chicken." Her dark red-lipstick mouth curls up.
Angie mock-nods, seeming irritated.
"Well, will you look at that—" she drawls, cupping Peggy's shoulder, splattering yolk all over the silken blouse. A pale blue matching Angie's irises. "—it hatched."
Peggy's mouth drops open. A breathy giggle.
That's how Angie ends up with flour and bits of eggshell in her hair, and how Peggy feels warmth and vulnerability in Angie's arms hugging around her.
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Agent Carter isn't mine. I was gonna make this a drabble but it got out control and it turned into a double drabble! Surprise! Really love Cartinelli but I never got to do anything with it since S1 was airing so here we go! My only and late attempt! Thanks for reading and any comments/thoughts are very much welcome~!