"I can't believe you didn't tell me you knew Captain America, after all those nights listening to that stupid radio show together." Angie paced back and forth in front of the couch Peggy was sitting at.
The brunette had tried to get up to stop the waitress's pacing but Jarvis had pushed her back on the couch and told her to stay while he and George went to get rid of their getaway car, George throwing an 'I'm sorry' over his shoulder to Peggy as they left.
Guilt washed over Peggy in waves with every word out of the waitress's mouth. She hated that she had to lie to Angie from the beginning but she had to protect Angie, she refused to let another person be killed just for knowing her. She still felt the weight of Colleen's death everyday.
"I couldn't tell you Angie, it was classified."
"Classified my ass Carter, you could have told me."
Peggy stared at the waitress with surprised eyes, never had she heard such a word leave the younger girl's lips.
"I couldn't tell you, it would have put you in danger," Peggy sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "More danger than I had already put you in by just knowing you, I was trying to protect you Angie," Peggy whispered the last part.
"I don't need you to protect me Peggy, what I need is for you not to keep secrets from me."
"I was going to tell you, once we were away from New York, once I knew we could stay in one place for more than a few days, once I had time to explain everything to you. I don't like keeping secrets from you Angie but I did what I had to do to keep you safe and I would do it all over again." Peggy reached out and grabbed the waitress's hand, pulling her closer.
She cupped the younger girl's face in her hands, staring into those blue eyes that were filled with rage, betrayal and so much hurt.
"Don't you understand that everything I have done since the minute I met you was to keep you safe, keep you alive because I couldn't lose you, I love you Angie." Tears slowly slid down the brunette's cheeks but she made no move to wipe them away.
"I don't even know you, I have no idea who you really are." The words rolled off Angie's tongue before she had a chance to stop them. Regret crossed her features as soon as the words left her mouth.
Suddenly Jarvis appeared in the living room, gripping Angie's arm tightly and pulling her to her feet.
"Jarvis, it's fine she didn't mean it." Peggy called from her spot on the couch as Jarvis pulled Angie out of the room.
"I know you are upset and I know you feel betrayed but you need to calm down before you say something else you might regret," Jarvis said through clenched teeth. "Miss. Carter will brush everything you say to her off right now, because she understands that you are upset but that doesn't give you the right to say things like that to her." He paced back and forth in front of Angie.
He turned towards her quickly, making her jump.
"That woman in there has given more for her Country than anyone I know, she has sacrificed more than anyone, she has lost the one person she has ever loved until you. Do you know what it took for her to let herself fall in love with you? Do you understand how hard it was for her?" He asked. Angie shook her head no, looking down at her feet.
"She kept things from you to protect you, her intentions were never to hurt you Miss Martinelli. Take some time, calm down then apologize to her and give her time to explain herself when she is ready." Jarvis turned on his heels and walked out of the room and back to Peggy.
"Mr. Jarvis." The agent called from the couch. "Yes Miss Carter?"
"You didn't have to do that."
"I couldn't, I wouldn't let her hurt you. My loyalties lie with you Miss Carter."
Peggy stood and pulled Jarvis into a tight hug, resting her head on his shoulder. "You are possibly the best friend I have ever had Edwin, thank you."
"You are very welcome Peggy."
Hours passed and night fell over the bright yellow house. Angie walked back into the pitch black living room with a clean set of clothes in one hand and a burger from the diner down the street. The waitress walked farther into the room, looking for a light switch and tripped over a pair of her brother's work boots.
"Dammit," she cursed under her breath, trying to balance herself.
Peggy was passed out on the couch, one hand covering her bandage and the other gripping tightly the pistol that George had given her.
Peggy jerked up right at the noise, pointing the pistol at the source of the noise, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkest. She knew it wasn't safe, that they weren't safe here, but she let her guard down, fell asleep, she just hoped that Angie, Jarvis, and George wouldn't pay for her mistakes.
She stood as quickly and quietly as she could, gritting her teeth against the pain radiating from her side. She moved silently towards the intruder, gun pointed in the general direction of their head.
Angie shuffled forward,searching for the end table with a lamp on it. She stopped dead in her tracks when she felt the cold, hard metal of a gun barrel pressed against her forehead. A thin layer of sweat broke out over the waitress's skin, her breathing became heavier, her heart pounded away in her chest and her whole body trembled as the gun was pressed harder into her forehead.
"English," she whispered in a shaky voice. It was a prayer that the agent would come running to save her, it was a goodbye, it was an unspoken I love you, it was an apology for the hurtful things she had said earlier.
Suddenly the gun disappeared from her forehead and two arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her forward and into a hug.
"I'm so sorry my Darling," Peggy whispered. "I didn't know it was you."
Angie gripped Peggy's back tightly, her nails digging into the older woman's skin as tears fell from her eyes.
"I got you my Dear, I got you," Peggy whispered helping Angie to the couch. As soon as they were seated Angie was in Peggy's lap, her face buried in Peggy's neck. Peggy readjusted the other woman so there was no weight on her left side. Peggy ran her hands up and down Angie's back slowly, whispering sweet nothings to her as she cried into Peggy's neck.
"Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo," Angie repeated in Italian over and over again into the agent's neck as her tears died down.
"I know dear, anche io ti amo."
"Angie..." The agent moaned as the younger girl's lips kissed a trail up and down her neck. Angie pulled away from Peggy's neck, turning Peggy's face towards her much like she had earlier that day and pressed her lips to Peggy's. This kiss wasn't slow, wasn't soft, rather it was rough and filled with a passion she had only ever felt for the brunette agent.
Her fingers tangled in soft curls and she bit lightly at already bruised lips. Another moan escaped Peggy's lips and she pulled Angie closer, trying to feel more of the younger girl against her. Peggy's hands found their way down Angie's back, dragging them along earning a deep moan for the waitress. Her hands trailed farther down her back to her butt.
Just as quickly as it had start, it was over and Angie was left alone of the couch. Confused, she looked around the room for Peggy. She spotted the brunette by the front window, gun in hand, her body tense.
"Angie, find Jarvis and your brother now but do not leave the house," the agent ordered her not taking her eyes from the window, watching as three figures walked up the porch.
"What's wrong Pegs?" Angie asked coming to stand next to Peggy as she tucked the gun into the side of her skirt.
"Now Angie!" As soon as the words left Peggy's mouth a door was flung open and a man stepped through.
Peggy rushed the man landing a punch to his stomach then kneeing him in the groin. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and bringing his head down hard against her knee, breaking his nose and knocking him out.
Angie stood watching for the side, hand covering her mouth.
"Move you arse Martinelli!" Peggy said grabbing another man that just rushed through the door, slamming his face into the door frame and letting him drop to the ground.
Minutes later Angie returned with Jarvis and George on her heels as another two men came through the door, this time wielding batons.
Peggy ducked her head barely missing the baton being aimed at her head. She picked up the closest object, which happened to be a telephone, and hit the man over the head until he fell to the ground as George took care of the other guy.
"Private I want you to take your car and get Angie out of here, ditch your car a couple of miles from here and get another one, do not talk to anyone at all, do you understand Private?" Peggy asked him.
He nodded his head,."I'm not leaving you English," Angie yelled.
Peggy looked back at George. "By force if necessary Private."
"Yes Sergeant," he replied grabbing Angie by the arm.
"Mr. Jarvis, you too. Take them to Starks if I am not there in two days you leave New York. Don't tell anyone where you are going, don't take anything with you, just get the hell out of town."
"I'm not leaving you Miss Carter." Jarvis said staring Peggy down. "You cannot take on all these men alone." He motioned towards the front of the house where at least twenty men stood.
"Get them out of here Private Martinelli." Peggy voice filled with an authority Angie nor Jarvis had heard before.
"No!" Angie yelled louder than before, stomping her foot on the ground and ripping her arm from her brother's grip, getting in the agent's face. "How will you find us if we leave town?"
"Angie my dear, I will find you, I will always find you but I need you safe right now, I need you to go please." Peggy begged the waitress's, her hand coming to rest on the younger woman's cheek.
"I need you safe," Peggy repeated softer this time.
"I can't leave you English, I won't."
Peggy leaned down and pressed her lips to Angie's
"Ti amo," she whispered then looked up at George.
"Private."
"Yes ma'am." He nodded grabbing Angie around the waist and leading her and Jarvis away from Peggy.
"If you die Peggy Carter, I will find a way to bring you back and I will kill you myself!" Angie yelled as she was dragged out the house. The agent shook her head, fighting off a smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear the Italian waitress from her mind. The last thing she need right now was to be distracted.
"Miss Martinelli, please stop your pacing." Jarvis called from his place at the stove where he was cooking lunch to stop himself from wearing holes in the floors by pacing like the waitress. She glared up at him but took a seat on the kitchen counter, drumming her fingers on her thighs. She was so incredibly nervous and scared half to death that she could hardly sit still.
It had been a day and a half since they left Peggy at George's house to face all those men and they hadn't heard from her. Angie had begged her brother to take her back, begged him to save Peggy but he had refused, saying something about not disobeying orders and Angie had punched him so hard the knuckles on her right hand were a deep purple.
"Can we just ride by there?" Angie asked looking up at her brother who sat at the small kitchen table, hunched over a map he found in the library up stairs. "Just to see if she made it out."
He sighed and looked up at her, his blue eyes tired from the lack of sleep. He had to guard the doors at night to make sure Angie didn't make another run for it.
Her chest tightened and she sucked in a sharp breath, fighting back tears. All she could think about was the brunette possibly hurt and beaten, near death lying on George's living room floor in need of help. A sharp pain shot through her chest as she imagined her beautiful English agent dying alone. She choked back a sob and suddenly Jarvis was at her side, his hand rubbing up and down her back.
"She will be fine, she's been through worse and lived," he spoke softly to the waitress. "She will come back to you."
She looked up at the butler with tears rolling down her face. "I keep seeing her dying, I can't get it out of my head," She cried. "I can't lose her Jarvis."
"You're not going to lose me my darling."