189. 'you're my neighbour and you like to sit on the porch and play guitar and sing to yourself and I may have fallen in love with you a little bit sorry' au – ft. Cartinelli, aka Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli (modern au)
She was playing Alex Clare now, in that pretty, unfocused voice. Peggy dared to step closer to the window, peering down at the blonde guitarist on the building steps, heart racing. Angela 'Angie' Martinelli, age twenty-eight of Italian descent – Peggy's neighbour. She dreamed of being on Broadway, of being an actress that didn't do toothpaste commercials and adverts. Peggy thought her goal was admirable, though was often too busy with running SHIELD to socialise.
Of course, that obviously meant she wasn't supposed to talk to her about how amazing her singing voice was when she did have a chance.
A sudden tilt of her head caused Peggy to take a step back out of her sight, but she went back again as she caught sight of her slender neck, voice taking on a bored note as she stared at the orange New York sky. Unwillingly, Peggy found her eyes tracing the column of her throat, dipping down to the V of her dress. Bloody hell, Carter, you're turning into a letch.
That was when the song changed, fluidly transposing into the familiar tune that Angie used whenever she was about to free-sing. Peggy looked up to her face, eager to hear, only to find herself making eye-contact, freezing as Angie smirked and sung: "-and for my gorgeous neighbour looking down my shirt, know that I can see you and welcome it all. Visit my apartment tonight and I'll serve you, I'm Italian, babe, I cook for an army and a half…" Angie held the note, and then she had the audacity to wink at her.
Peggy flushed, before stumbling backwards, out of view. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, before putting a hand to her forehead, shutting her eyes. I can't believe I got caught staring. She was supposed to be the Director of SHIELD, for Chrissakes.
So much for Best Female Spy in the USA, 2015.