Kitsune here with the next chapter! I had some help on this one by Werunyonder. So Thanks to her for that. Not much to say except things are starting to move. Next update I'm going to work on when I have time is Skid Marks, and I want to start an original story…. but time! gah time…

Question of the chapter "What's your favorite social media?" I like Tumblr and Facebook really...and then Twitter.


It had been a long hard day at the SSR as far as Peggy was concerned. Most of the men she worked with still treated her like a glorified secretary, and those who didn't also piled an ungodly amount of work on her. For some reason they all seemed to think no matter what else was going on, she was more than willing to do all their filing and organizing for them. On top of her own work. Honestly, she had to stop doing that. She would, too, except then she was sure nothing would ever be filed properly and then where would they all be?

It was with fond thoughts of hitting her coworkers with their case files that Peggy put on the kettle for tea, calling out to her housemate in case the other was there. "Angie? I'm home!"

"Ooo, you're home early, Peg. Short day at the office?" Angie called back from somewhere within the massive house.

"You could say that." Or just that there wasn't anything that required her to investigate further at the moment. Not without any leads on that Howard impersonator. "And what about you?"

"I had the morning shift. Studying lines for an audition I got after work tomorrow. Wanna help?"

Peggy nodded, a smile gracing her lips as she went to the cabinet nearest the sink for a cup to use. "Just as soon as I've had some tea. Would you like a cup?"

"Sure, hun." Angie replied, taking the kettle off the burner and adding the tea leaves. "So's, you remember that weird guy I told you about from the diner? The one that drinks coffee like it's going out of style?"

"I do believe you've mentioned him a time or two." Peggy laughed, adding the sugar to the cups. Just one small scoop in each but after the sugar rations of the war even that seemed decadent to her. It was one little vice she'd picked up from her roommate that to be honest made her feel absolutely spoiled. She loved it. The tea would be ready in only a few more moments. Angie had certainly mentioned the man before and what a scatterbrain he seemed to be. Still, he brightened her friend's day and she was sure he'd done something amusing today as well. Pouring the tea she handed one of the cups to her roommate and sat at the table, waiting for her to continue.

"You'll never believe what happened today!" Angie's face lit up as she slid into her seat. She leaned forward, obviously excited by whatever it was she was going to tell Peggy. "He LITERALLY threw Mr. Haskins out for manhandling me! And then he left THESE!" Angie opened her script, displaying a pile of napkins that seemed to be full of some sort of scientific information. Peggy tried to hide her frown. "I don't even know what they are, but they looked important."

Taking one of the napkins, Peggy studied it. Similar to the scribbles Howard had been forever shedding during the war. Little notes he'd just leave scattered anywhere he had been sitting sometimes. When he wasn't off chasing after a blond, that was… Yes, it definitely looked like Howard's work. "And you said he just left them there?"

"Yeah. I figured I'd keep them safe for him until he comes back." Angie carefully put the small pile at the back of her script. "I think he's a scientist or something. What if he needs them? I didn't want him to lose them." Her friend had such a good heart.

"Where did you say this man is from?" She asked, pretending not to notice the slight blush of color on her friend's cheeks.

"Malibu! Exotic, huh?" Angie leaned back in her chair, cupping her tea closely to her chest, "Mr. Tony Ironman from Malibu." She sighed more than a little dreamily. Poor dear sure had it bad.

Still, a strange man who was dropping papers that looked remarkably similar to the things she had seen Howard working on? That bore looking into. Just in case. "And you say he comes in EVERY day?"

"Pretty nearly. Sometimes his friend comes with him. Bruce Green or something?"

At least she knows where to find this Mr. Ironman. "So, what do they look like?"

"Well, Mr. Ironman is around 6'1"- That's about 185cm to you- with this gorgeous chestnut hair and brown eyes." She sighed again, lost in the moment before continuing, "Lovely jawline, with a nice goatee."

"But I'm sure you've barely noticed him."

"Oh hush, Peg. So he's cute! A girl's allowed to notice. Plus, he's a Gemini."Angie drained her cup and went to put it in the sink, offering to take Peggy's. "Mr. Green is a bit shorter. Also has brown hair and eyes, though his hair's a bit longer and wavier. Sometimes he wears glasses, and he's a Taurus."

Peggy choked back a laugh, "How do you know this?"

"It was slow and we were looking at the horoscopes in the newspaper." Angie shrugged, "Mr. Ironman was going on about how they were bubkis but he was having fun anyway."

"Well, he's right about one thing; they are a bunch of hogwash." Peggy wiggled her fingers for the script, letting her friend know she was ready to help now.

"Oh don't be like that! Mine said I was in for a real break you know."

"Well then, for your sake I hope it's right." She relented. "Now what page number?"

Angie sat up a bit straighter, "Page three. I'm trying out for the part of Miss Stacy Lonell."

"Then I'm Peter Smith. Ready?"

"Sure. Thanks again, Hun."

Peggy shot her a smile, "Any time."


Peggy lifted the newspaper as Mr. Jarvis arrived in the diner, punctual as always. His eyes flitted over her as he made his way through the moderately crowded diner to sit in the booth directly behind her. A rustle let her know he picked up the menu. In a moment Angie would be over to take his order – always coffee, two sugars and a slice of toast with jam – but the menu gave the illusion he was speaking to himself. "So why did you call me here again? The missis and I were going to have a nice stroll around the park today."

"Well I shan't take too much of your time I hope. It's just that Angie, darling that she is, mentioned a rather strange man that has been visiting this very establishment. One who bears a striking resemblance to a Mr. Howard Stark and a certain technical knowhow." There was a noise of surprise from behind her, "You understand why I took you away from your wife this lovely day then?"

"Yes yes, but I don't see why we couldn't have discussed this over the phon-"

"Because he is known to come in nearly every day around this time."

Angie smiled brightly at Peggy as she walked right past her over to Jarvis, "Hey Hun. You want the usual?"

"Yes, that would be marvelous. Thank you."

"No problem, Hun." There was a pause as the young woman jotted the order down on her notepad. As she turned and went past Peggy again she whispered, "Don't look now, but Mr. Tony Ironman and his friend just walked in. Look at that butt; he's so cute!"

Rolling her eyes slightly at her friend's antics Peggy lowered her paper until she could see the two men walking over to the counter. Not that she would admit it, but the one did have a nice posterior. And he did look quite a bit like Howard from a certain angle. Though his skin and hair were too dark to be an exact match. The other man, she thought Angie had called him Mr. Green or something like that, held himself like some of the men she had known during the war. Like he had never really left the battleground and expected gunfire and mortars to fall at any moment. The trick would be getting them to sit where she had planted a bug upon walking in so she and Mr. Jarvis could listen in on their conversation. True, it was doubtful they would say anything incriminating here but there was a chance they would make a reference. Thinking fast, Peggy reached out and laid a hand on her friend's arm. "Angie, would you mind terribly if you could seat them right there," she nodded to the spot by the pie plate that she had placed the bug under, "I want to get a good look at that 'cute butt'."

"Sure, Pegs. No problem! Maybe I'll get you his number, too, huh?" Angie joked as she went over to seat the two. "Hey Tony, why don't you boys sit right here, huh?"

"Ah look Bruce, she wants us to sit in her section. Sure sweetheart. Anything for you." The one called Tony flared a winning smile before sliding into the stool to the left of the pie plate, his friend to the right of it.

"Was there a reason you wanted them to sit there exactly or did you really want to get a look at his cute butt was it?" Mr. Jarvis asked, cutting his toast.

"Well it is a rather nice- of course there was a reason. Don't be a ninny. Here, with this we can listen in." She passed over a relatively simple looking watch, the receiver for the bug. She had one herself that she was quick to pull out. She recognized that voice alright. It looked like her hunch had paid off.

"Oh, I see..." The man fiddled with it, causing hers to snap and buzz a bit when she turned it on. They were not meant to be used in such close proximity to each other, after all.

"Tony! Don't stare it's rude!" They heard the one man say, and Peggy glanced up just in time to see Tony spin around in his seat.

"But Bruce! Look at them! They're like spies from a bad Austin Powers movie!"

"Maybe they're shy. Did you think of that?"

He continued on like he hadn't heard his friend, waving his arms for effect. "...Or worse, a made for TV movie. A kiddy movie!"

"What Kiddy Movies have undercover agents in a diner, Tony?" She blushed slightly realizing they were talking about them. Judging my the soft 'Oh dear' behind her, Mr. Jarvis discovered it as well.

"Uhh... Spy Kids?"

"There's a movie about underage spies?"

"Yeah. Barton LOVES it." Shoving eggs in his mouth Tony chewed thoughtfully. ""There's... four of them now I think."

"How interesting. I'll have to ask Clint to borrow them. If we ever get back ."

Tony is obviously pouting at this as he slouched over his coffee, "I'm working on it... You're such a kill joy Brucy-boy."

"I'm not the one who got us stranded in the 40's because he wanted to make up with Pepper!" She wondered what exactly he meant by that. Perhaps it was code for something.

"Hey! I... have nothing to say to that..." He put his head down on the countertop. "Should I just give up, Bruce?"

"And leave us both stranded? Are you mad?" Came the incredulous reply as Bruce cleaned his glasses.

"No. With Pepper..."

"Hey now, don't go looking to me for relationship advice! Closest I ever got was that kiss with Nat, and I'm pretty sure Clint put her up to it. At least I saw Fury handing him a twenty about ten minutes later, and that sounds like the kind of scheme Barton and Romanov would have going. Not going to say I didn't enjoy it, but I'm not exactly experienced when it comes to matters of the heart."

"At least she hasn't tazed you."

Bruce shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "Tony, I'm not sure there is anyone who hasn't wanted to taze you. It's just that Nat's got the means to do it easier than most." Stretching he looked around, offering Angie a smile when he caught her eye and signaled for more coffee. "But if things don't work out with Pepper, I'd wager you could come back and hit up that spy lady. Don't turn around, but she keeps staring at you when you're not looking..."

"Really?" He sat up straight and went to turn. Peggy quickly grabbed the paper and picked it up, even knowing it was a lost cause.

"TONY." He snapped, admonishing his friend. "And you wonder why Nat tazes you."

"But I wanna see if she's cute."

"This might be why you're having problems with Pepper..."

"Hey! No one said I can't appreciate a nice looking lady. Like Angie here." He smiled winningly, "You seem to be forgetting FORMER-Playboy here."

Angie easily smiled back, distracting the man and Peggy decided to bring back some scotch for her tonight. Her friend was a godsend. "Oo a playboy, huh? So do you live in a mansion then, Mr. Ironman?"

"Please, I told you to call me Tony. And I did, before some as-tute enemy of mine blew it up. Not like I don't own four other homes, though. Including the place where Bruce and I habitate with our slightly dangerous friends."

"Four homes? Goodness! What are you, a Stark?" Angie giggled, flirting a little bit just for fun.

Tony flinched slightly, "Stark?"

"You don't know of Howard Stark? Founder of Stark Industries? Made the super soldier serum and created Captain America? Millionaire womanizer? Do they not have newspapers out in Malibu?"

"More like Millionaire jerk and egomaniac." Tony muttered into his coffee.

"What was that, Hun?"

"Nothing."

That didn't sound like nothing to Peggy Carter, though. It sounded to her like this Tony fellow had a grudge against Howard. One that could very well lead to him stealing- or sabotaging the man's work. Mr. Ironman had just moved up to the top of a very short list of suspects.

"Well, let me know if you boys need anything. Kitchen just whipped up some fresh coffee cake if you're interested in a slice."

"Coffee and cake, two of my favorite things. I'll take a slice. Bruce?"

"That sounds great. Thanks Angie."