Angie Martinelli fidgets from the passenger seat of Howard Stark's yellow v6 ford. She knows her companion isn't focusing on what she's saying but Angie can't help but babble away anyway. It helps calm her nerves.
She's thrilled that Peggy agreed to come out with her tonight but terribly nervous too. Angie isn't typically one to get anxious about things, there's just something about Peggy Carter that makes her heart race and her insides melt. Thinking about dancing with the English woman, being wrapped in her arms, makes Angie's heart skip a beat.
She's always been different, 'odd' as her school mates called it. Angie never put much weight into what others said, except now every time she's alone with Peggy Angie can feel that word burning across her chest like a brand. She is odd isn't she, for craving the touch of her best friend, even if it is just the briefest of hugs or accidental brush of their fingers? Peggy is a secret agent for Christ's sake, a spy who's been trained to expertly hide her true emotions. Would Peggy think her odd if she were to discover Angie's private thoughts? Would she feel the same way?
"Angie? Angie darling we're here." Peggy squeezes the young actress' hand and gives her a soft smile. "Where did your mind just travel to?"
"Nowhere Pegs." Angie returns a genuinely happy smile. "Always here with you… now let's go!"
The agent chuckles as Angie pulls her quickly from the car and into the pub with surprising strength. Smoke hangs over most of the room and dim lighting gives it a mysterious glow. It's not packed but there's a decent crowd for a Thursday night, and even with all the people Angie only looks at Peggy.
The band is in full swing, making it difficult to hear when Angie says "Come on English, drinks first."
Peggy finds herself being taken to the bar where they find two seats and order peach schnapps, Angie's favorite, and a whiskey sour for Peggy.
For a moment though they're both silent, sipping their drinks and making awkward eye contact. Angie feels the need to talk but mostly she just wants the agent to relax. "Ya know Pegs, I'll get you front row seats for opening night. You'll be there right?"
"Of course darling, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Angie grins and downs the rest of her drink. "And you could bring anyone you want, maybe Mr. Fancy or some fella you have going on or some lady friend who's not just a friend. Who knows, I don't judge."
Peggy quite literally chokes on her drink. When she finally regains her composure and Angie has stopped laughing she says "Pray tell, why on earth do you think I have someone in my life romantically, regardless of gender?"
Angie just shrugs, feeling her cheeks go red from really thinking about Peggy, her Peggy, in a relationship with someone else. "I dunno. You come home all hours of the night, most of the time having already eaten. I your job with the 'telephone company' keeps you real busy but it just seems…excessive."
"My job is and of itself unfortunately excessive. But Angie, after a long day of work all I want to do is come and be with you. I only want to be with you."
The mortified expression that takes over Peggy's face when she realizes exactly what she's said is priceless. On the other hand Angie is beaming so brightly that she seems to light up from the inside out. All her well timed questions paid off; she finally got the truth out of Peggy and thankfully she got the answer she wanted.
The normally well composed agent begins to stutter, her face cherry red and her chocolate brown eyes wide. "I… I need to ahhh use the restroom." Peggy gets up quickly, so flustered that she nearly knocks her chair over.
Before Angie can say anything Peggy runs off, but the actress isn't far behind. "Peggy wait! English!" Angie doesn't catch up until they're both in the privacy of an empty restroom.
The agent is leaning over the sink, her eyes red. She splashes water on her face making the edges of her hair stick up in a way that makes Angie's heart flutter with how adorable the other woman is.
Peggy's hands are balled into fists when she begins. "Angie I'm so sorry. I didn't mean.." her breath catches and her voice is not cool and confident like usual, instead it sounds broken. So much so that it makes Angie's heart break too. "Actually I did. I completely understand if you think me odd, if you don't want to be around me anymore. I never meant to feel this way. Honestly I tried but, here we are."
Peggy chuckles darkly and runs her fingers through her hair. "I guess I'm just the least tactful spy in all of New York huh? You're my best friend Angie and more than anything I don't want to lose you. So can we forget I said anything and go drink until one of us is sick?"
"If you're odd than I'm crazy so shutup English." Angie speaks softly but sternly. She walks closer until Peggy can't back away any further. The agent has her back to the wall and her lip between her teeth. "You talk too much."
There is suddenly no space between the two women, no walls or boundaries, no air. Angie's hands are in Peggy's hair and Peggy grips Angie's hips firmly holding them together. Their lips meet passionately, shyness and fear long forgotten. They throw themselves into the kiss, not caring that Peggy's lipstick has painted them both red.
