From a Tumblr prompt: Peggy walks in on Angie asking Steve's photo if she can ask Peggy out on a date.
"And I know you two were caught in the middle of something bigger than yourselves…"
Peggy Carter stopped just outside her bedroom and tilted her head when she heard Angie Martinelli's soft voice floating through the slight opening of her door. She had just returned home after a long and tiring day and wanted nothing more than to shed her work clothes, slip on a nightgown and crawl into her comfortable bed but the sound of Angie talking – and whoever could she be speaking with? – put a kink in that plan.
"But I was kinda' hoping you maybe wouldn't mind if I…"
Angie's voice trailed off and Peggy thought she caught the faint trace of a sigh. She wondered if she should make herself known and enter the room, but stopped when Angie began speaking again.
"I know I'm not an American hero. I'm just a waitress from Brooklyn hoping to make it big," Angie quietly continued. "It's just that Peggy never got that dance with you and–"
Peggy's breath caught in her throat and a hand flew to her mouth at Angie's words. Silently pushing the door open just a crack, she saw Angie standing near the dresser, timidly addressing the picture of Steve Rogers that sat there.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know Peggy was your girl, but I care an awful lot about her, and I know I could make her happy. I just need a sign from you that it would be okay. I just need to know I'm not stepping on your toes, Cap."
Peggy's heart constricted at Angie's admission. Sweet, dear, beautiful Angie Martinelli – the Italian waitress and aspiring star who had quietly been stealing Peggy's heart for quite some time – felt the same way about her and was asking the one person she knew Peggy had cared for, for permission to love her. Peggy thought her heart might burst from the powerful wave of affection that swept through her.
Peggy pushed the door open fully, making her presence known and watched as Angie jumped back, startled, eyes widening in consternation at Peggy's unexpected arrival.
"Peggy! I was, uh, that is, I needed–," her words tumbled out in rapid succession as her hands flailed about, gesturing wildly.
Peggy smiled and made her way to where Angie stood, a surprising sense of calm settling upon her as she approached the younger woman.
"You needed to talk to Steve?" she asked knowingly, coming to stand before Angie.
Angie's eyes grew even larger. "What? No!" she protested. "Talking to a picture would be silly."
Peggy merely nodded and reached down to grasp the younger woman's hands. She tugged her closer until they stood mere inches apart.
"I heard you, Angie," she revealed, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
Angie blinked and then lowered her head. "You did?"
Peggy squeezed her hands. "Yes."
"I'm sorry," Angie whispered, refusing to meet Peggy's gaze.
Peggy brought a finger to the younger woman's chin and slowly lifted it until Angie was forced to meet Peggy's eyes with her own.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, darling," Peggy assured her.
"I don't understand."
"Oh, Angie," Peggy sighed. "It's I who should be apologizing."
Angie looked at her, perplexed. "What for?"
Peggy reached up to tenderly cup Angie's cheek in her palm and leaned in closer. "For not doing this sooner," she breathed before capturing Angie's lips in a gentle kiss.
She felt the younger woman's hand slide from her own and find its way to her hip, and when Angie gave her a tentative squeeze, Peggy deepened their kiss, her tongue darting inside Angie's warm mouth. She groaned when Angie's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hip. When their kiss finally ended, Peggy wrapped her arms around Angie's petite frame and sighed. She felt Angie shift in her arms.
"So I guess you did hear what I said," Angie ventured in a quiet voice.
Peggy merely nodded.
"Must've sounded pretty silly, huh?"
Peggy pulled back and gazed at Angie with fierce affection. "On the contrary, darling. It's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me." She ran a hand along the column of Angie's back. "I realize I'm not the most demonstrative of persons, but I do care for you, Angie." Her eyes grew bright. "Very much so."
Angie grinned bashfully. "Yeah, I kinda' picked up on that just now."
Peggy chuckled and placed a chaste kiss against Angie's lips. "You're not stepping on anyone's toes, darling. Not Steve's and certainly not mine."
She felt Angie smile against her lips, and then, before she even fully realized it, she was being pulled toward the bed, her gaze trained on Angie, whose own eyes were bright with affection and mischief.
"Glad to hear it, English," Angie murmured, eyes brazenly raking up and down Peggy's form. "Because I wasn't kidding when I said I could make you happy."
Peggy felt a warmth pool in her stomach and travel downward, and she realized she wasn't as sleepy as she'd earlier thought.
Giving Angie a wicked smile, Peggy allowed herself to be pushed onto the bed. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around the column of Angie's neck and pulled the waitress closer. "Well then, darling, perhaps you should show me."
Angie's lips hovered mere centimeters from her own, and Peggy could taste her sweet breath when Angie leaned down to capture her lips.
"Oh Pegs, you'd better believe I will!"document here...
