Soooooo the time travel fic is on hold while I rewrite it to fit Agent Carter season 2. In the meantime, I totally think Peggy wrote to Angie while she was in LA. So, have a fic that is fulfilling a personal headcanon.
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18 July 1947
Hello Angie,
I apologize for not writing sooner, I've been busy, and have had many adventures that I can't wait to tell you about. First of all, I did meet a man, contrary to your insisting that I would die alone. Honestly Angie, you sound like my mother. At any rate, he is an attractive, funny, charming scientist, and he is an actual genius. We did have a date, if you could call it that. We had dinner, and we did kiss at one point, but then we continued to steal two cars and break into a secure facility, so. It's a moot point at any rate, as Jason is now incorporeal, and may have disappeared altogether. The substance which is causing all of our problems is called Zero Matter, and aside from Dr. Wilkes, Howard is really the only one who understands it. Hopefully we'll be able to restore Jason upon his return from Peru.
Zero Matter has caused other problems as well. I came out here because a body was found, and the victim was discovered to have died from coming in contact with Zero Matter. After everything that's happened, I almost wish it had been a serial killer. The reason I have time to write to you at all is because I was impaled whilst chasing our prime suspect. I won't reveal her name, because it's classified, and because you wouldn't believe me if I did. The injury is bloody inconvenient, really. I should be chasing suspects and getting answers, and finding out how to bring back Doctor Wilkes, but instead I'm on bed rest. At least I have good company, do you remember Mr. Jarvis? His wife is a wonder. She can sew just about anything, which is good, because I never really learned. She's got a sly sense of humor and a silver tongue, which makes her nice to be around. Howard has obtained a flamingo, which has been named Bernard, and is as temperamental as Howard himself. Poor Mr. Jarvis is normally the one taking care of him, but Ana and I find it hilarious to watch them chase each other around the yard. Speaking of Ana, my lunch has arrived. Both Jarvises are wonderful cooks, so it would be a shame to let it get cold.
Oh, I'd for gotten you'd asked after Daniel. He's doing well, I think we all find it easier to work without Jack Thompson breathing down our necks. Also, Daniel has gotten engaged. We're all quite happy for him.
I hope you're doing well, Angie. I miss you, and I wish you luck landing a role.
Love,
English
