Sorry this took so long to post, chapter 13 was giving me a hard time. There is some smut in here toward the end, so let me know if it's good, if you want to see more of it, or if I should never attempt smut again. Thank you guys for sticking with me and this story it means a lot.
Angie held a Colt model 1911 in her hands tightly. The metal was cool in her hands and heavy, a lot heavier than the Walther PPK that Peggy carried around. She raised the pistol at the target across the room, squared her shoulders and pulled the trigger three times. All three shots missed the target.
Angie sighed and loaded a new magazine into the pistol. She had been at this for thirty minutes and has yet to hit the target once.
And being the older brother that he was, George teased her from across the large basement.
"You know you are suppose to hit the target right?" He asked with a teasing smile which quickly turn to a into a hateful one as he watched Peggy walk over to the waitress. He schooled his features quickly, looking around the room to see if anyone had caught it. Satisfied that no one saw, he went back to cleaning a rifle.
Jarvis watched George from his spot beside Howard, making a mental note to talk with Miss Carter about the other Martinelli.
Angie flipped him off and looked down at the pistol in her hands, running her fingers over the slick barrel. She sighed and pulled the slide back, cocking the gun, just like Peggy had taught her.
A warm body pressed against her back, red lips pressed a kiss just behind her ear as arms wrapped around her waist.
"You need to relax, you're too tense," Peggy whispered in her ear, her lips ghosting over the waitress's ear. She brought her arms up to Angie's, loosening her fingers on the grip of the pistol.
"You're holding it too tightly, you're thinking too much." She spoke softly in Angie's ear as she lifted their arms up till the gun pointed at the target. "Think of something that calms you, something that makes you feel light, breathe out slowly then pull the trigger."
Peggy kissed her neck gently then stepped back. "Go ahead, give it a try."
Angie did as Peggy said. She cleared her mind of everything but the memory of Peggy telling her she loved her, whispered in between kisses after Peggy had returned from Russia. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose and then pulled the trigger seven times.
The shots rang out through the entire basement as they made contact with the metal target causing Howard and Jarvis to look up from the invention they were working on.
Angie turned to Peggy with a beaming smile, she placed the pistol on the table next to her and threw her arms around the agent's shoulder. "I did it!"
Peggy smiled at the waitress, one of her rare proud smiles that sent Angie's heart racing in her chest. Peggy was proud of her and what could be better than that?
Peggy kissed the waitress deeply before pulling away and picking up the pistol from the table, loading a new magazine into and handing it back to Angie. "Now do it again."
And so Angie did for another half hour. Every time she empty a magazine into the target, clearing her mind of everything except for different memories with Peggy. The agent would load a fresh one into the pistol and hand it back to Angie.
Jarvis had pulled them away from the shooting range when it was time for lunch. He practically had to drag them away from it and Angie had pouted the whole way.
"I was just getting good Mr. Fancy," Angie whined as she sat down at the kitchen table, arms crossed and a pout firmly in place. Jarvis rolled his eyes at the waitress and sat a plate of perfectly grilled hamburgers down in front of her.
They all ate in silence except for the occasional compliment to Jarvis on the burgers. George and Howard cleared the table, putting the dishes in the dishwasher that Howard had beefed up then ran off to one of the many studies to do God knows what.
Jarvis waited till he could no longer hear their footsteps before pulling the dishes out of dishwasher. "Last time I used that thing it caught fire."
"Of course it did," Peggy said with a shake of her head. Leave it to Howard to take something as simple as a dishwasher and make it dangerous.
"So Pegs, when are you going to teach me to knock someone out?" Angie asked as she washed the plate she was holding, passing it to the agent so she could rinse and dry before handing it to Jarvis to put it away.
It had been a week since Peggy had agreed to train the group and so far they had only worked on marksmanship and Angie was itching to start working on hand to hand combat. Mainly because she wanted to knock Howard around when he got too handsy with her or annoyed Peggy.
In that week, they had fled to Boston under the cover of night, to one of Howard's many places, much to Peggy's dismay. Peggy wanted to find a rundown, easily overlooked place to stay instead of Stark's mansion where anyone could easily find them but this was the only place with the equipment they needed to train.
Most of Peggy's wounds had healed except for the gash on her leg and the gunshot on her side. She hadn't had another episode in the middle of the night but Angie figured that was because the Englishwoman didn't sleep more than two hours a night. They would go to bed together but Angie would wake in the middle of the night to an empty bed and she would find Peggy stalking the halls, checking in on everyone and securing the doors.
Angie worried about the agent even though Peggy reassured her that she was alright and she could run on little to no sleep, but that did little to stop her worrying.
Peggy shook her head and laughed lightly at the waitress's eagerness to learn. "Soon Dear."
Things had been quiet the past week. No SSR agents had came after them, no armoured black cars had followed them to Boston, no HYDRA operatives had come after them. There was no signs of Dottie or The Winter Soldier and in all honesty that scared Peggy. If they weren't attacking then that meant they were planning and Peggy prayed to a God she didn't really believe in that they were ready for whatever the SSR and HYRDA had planned.
"How soon English?" Angie asked drying her hands on a towel Jarvis handed her. "Shooting is fun and all but I want to punch something."
"Something or someone?" The agent asked with a raised eyebrow.
Angie gave her an innocent smile, brushing a stray curl behind Peggy's ear. "I have no idea what you are talking about English."
"If I show you a few moves now, will you be happy?" Peggy asked. Angie nodded her head enthusiastically and grinned at the agent.
"Howard!" Peggy called out.
"Upstairs!" Howard yelled back.
Peggy took Angie's hand in her own and walked to the stairs with Jarvis following behind them.
"Miss Carter, don't hurt him too bad," Jarvis requested as they made their way to the upstairs study. "You know how whiny he gets when he is hurt."
"Just a few basic moves Mr. Jarvis." Peggy smirked, dropping Angie's hand when she walked into the study.
Howard looked up at her from his place at the desk in the middle of the room, his face paling upon seeing her smirk. He knew that smirk, it usually followed with Peggy doing something to him that would end up with him being injured.
"Whatever it is, no," he stated going back to working on the diagram in front of him.
"Come on Howard, I won't hurt you." She smiled at him, mumbling under her breath for only Angie and Jarvis to hear, "Much."
Angie tried to stifle her laughter but failed miserably.
"Last time you said that, you ended up breaking my arm in two places and dislocating my shoulder, so no use George," Howard said firmly.
George looked up from the book he was reading and shook his head no before returning to his book.
Angie sat on the edge of Howard's desk and smiled sweetly at him. "I didn't know the great Howard Stark was scared of women."
Howard glared at her then at Peggy. "Have you seen what she can do to a man with just one hand?" He asked the waitress, refusing to give into them. "Of course I am scared of her."
"I'll kiss you," Angie stated, giving Howard a seductive smile.
"What? No!" Peggy shouted. "Really?" Howard asked, smirking over the waitress's shoulder at Peggy.
A kiss from the waitress would definitely be worth letting Peggy kick his ass around some, especially since it'll annoy the hell out of the agent.
"After she done showing me a few moves then I will kiss you," Angie answered the billionaire, winking at Peggy over her shoulder.
"Shake on it?" Howard held his hand out to the young women in front of him. Angie took his hand, giving it a firm shake before dropping it.
"Alright let's get this over with Pegs, I got a pretty woman to kiss," Howard said standing, moving around to the front of the desk and giving the waitress a charming smile. Angie fought the urge to roll her eyes at him.
"I'm going to kill you," Peggy fumed, stepping in front of Howard.
Jarvis and Angie pushed the desk against the far wall, giving the agent and billionaire room for their demonstration.
George set his book down and turned his attention to the agent and billionaire.
Angie hopped back on the desk, picked up Howard's drink and took a sip.
She smiled over at the butler, "This is gonna be fun."
Peggy got into a fighting stance, raising both of her fist up just below her eye level, her feet shoulder width apart. Howard shook his arms out and brought his fist up loosely.
"Let's get this over with." Howard nodded, throwing a punch at Peggy's face.
The agent side stepped, grabbing his forearm with one hand as the other grabbed the back of his shirt at his neck.
Peggy looked over at Angie, "Now that I got ahold of him like this, I'm going to pull him back towards me and slightly down and kick out his front leg," Peggy explained as she did it.
Howard fell forward on his right shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud and a grunt of pain. Peggy reached down and pulled Howard to his feet, handing him the knife she kept with her.
"This one is very important since you have been in this situation before. I don't care if they are a super soldier or not this will take them down," Peggy said motioning for Howard to grab her from behind like the Winter Soldier did to Angie a week ago.
Howard wrapped one arm around her waist tightly and placed the knife to her neck, careful not to cut into the smooth skin on her neck. Peggy elbowed him in the ribs and lifted her right foot, kicking back and hitting his groin with her heel.
"Holy hell," Howard hissed in pain, stumbling backwards.
"Rule one, fight dirty, God knows they're going to." Peggy whirled around on him punching him in the stomach then grabbed a fist full of hair in both hands, she brought his head down towards her knee, stopping before she kneed him in the nose. She let go on his hair and stepped back, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
"Mister Stark?" Worry filled Jarvis's voice as he stepped towards his master. Howard waved him off and stood.
"One more time, Carter then I get my kiss." Howard charged at Peggy from across the room, swinging his right arm at her face. Peggy grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and slammed him face down on the desk.
"Rule two, anything can be used as a weapon and I mean anything you can get your hands on, Rule three, don't let your opponent get back up, don't stop till they are knocked out." Peggy said, lifting Howard up some then slamming him back down on the desk.
"Enough, Peg enough," Howard grunted.
Peggy released the billionaire then stepped back from him to stand beside Angie. Howard stood and ran his fingers through his dark hair then fixed his rumpled clothing. He turned towards the waitress and stepped closer, ignoring the death glare Peggy was sending him.
"I believe I was promised a kiss." He smirked, stepping in front of the waitress and brushed some hair behind her ear.
"Right well, this isn't something I want to see." George stood and walked out of the room, taking his book with him. Jarvis stood to the right of the desk, his eyes on the agent, ready to pull Howard away the moment she tried to attack.
A growl rumbled deep in Peggy throat as Howard cupped Angie's cheeks and pressed his lips to hers. She digs her nails into her palms to keep from yanking Howard away from HER Angie and beating him half to death.
Howard pulled away from Angie after a moment and smirk at the fuming agent. The kiss had been innocent, while Angie was beautiful in every way humanly possible, Howard didn't actually want her in that way, he just want to annoy and piss off Peggy. Which telling by the death glare she was sending him it had worked.
"Out," Peggy barked, turning to look at Angie.
Jarvis grabbed Howard by his collar and pulled him towards the door and quick as he could. Best to get him out before Peggy killed him.
"Oh Angie, if you would like to finish what we started, you know where to find me." Howard called from the door, narrowly missing the glass Peggy threw at his head.
"I apologize for Mister Stark," Jarvis said before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
"Pegg-," Angie began but was cut off by the agent kissing her hard. She stepped in between the waitress's legs never breaking the kiss. She gripped Angie's hips and pull her to the edge of the desk. She dug her nails into the waitress's hips as she bites softly at Angie's bottom lip.
The agent trailed open mouth kisses along her jaw and down her neck leaving smudges of red lipstick along the way. Angie fingers tangled in brunette curls, tugging lightly as she let out a soft moan.
Peggy nipped lightly at Angie's skin and smoothed her tongue over the spot. She pulled away slightly and looked up at the waitress. "Mine," she growled possessively, hiking Angie's skirt up around her waist, her fingers caressing the waitress's thighs.
Angie bites back a moan and nodded. She had never seen this side of the agent before and it made her feel breathless and sent wetness pooling between her legs. Her eyes slided closed as the older woman kissed her most sensitive spot of her neck.
Peggy bit down on the skin where Angie's collarbone and shoulder meet, marking the spot. She kissed lower, unbuttoning the waitress's shirt as she goes, revealing her flushed chest. She reached around and unhooked Angie's brassiere, pulling away slightly to take the garment off her body and tossing to the side.
Peggy looked up at the waitress. "You're so beautiful," she whispered before leaning forward and capturing a nipple between her lips while she caressed Angie's other breast. Her thumb brushed over Angie's nipple and the waitress arched into her hand. Peggy flicked her tongue over the hardened bud then dragged her teeth across it lightly.
"Oh Pegs," Angie moaned, digging her nails into the agent's back.
Peggy ran one finger over the waitress's cotton panties, pressing down on her clit as she passed it. Angie's hips jerked forward towards the agent's finger as she let out a soft cry. Peggy pushed Angie's panties aside and ran a single finger through her wet folds.
"This okay?" Peggy asked looking up into the younger woman's eyes. Angie nodded vigorously and bit down on her bottom lip.
Peggy was always so caring when it came to Angie and that was one of the many reasons she loved the agent. No matter what Peggy wanted, no matter how caught up in the moment they were, Peggy always stopped to make sure Angie was okay with what was happening. It was those moments of Peggy seeking her consent that made Angie fall in love with her even more.
Peggy slid one finger inside of Angie, groaning at how wet she was. Painfully slow, she pumped her finger in and out of the waitress, drawing moans for her. She leaned up and captured the waitress's lips in a kiss, adding a second finger in her.
Angie bit down on Peggy's bottom lip hard drawing blood as Peggy's fingers curled inside of her. Peggy moaned low in her throat and moved her fingers faster. Angie wrapped one of her legs around Peggy's waist, pulling Peggy's fingers in deeper. Peggy's thumb came up to rub Angie's clit as she thrusted inside of her.
"Oh God, Peggy," Angie breathed out.
Peggy pulled her hand away and Angie whimpered at the lost of contact. Peggy kissed her way back down Angie's body. Stopping to give attention to each nipple before continuing her way down. She makes quick work of the rest of Angie's clothes, leaving the waitress blushing lightly as the agent's eyes takes in every inch of her. This wasn't the first time she had been completely naked in front of Peggy but the agent always looked at her as if it was the first time all over again.
Peggy kissed her way up the inside of Angie's leg to her thigh. She sucked and nipped at the soft flesh there, marking Angie as hers. She moved to the other thigh, kissing a trail up towards Angie's center then stopping to caress her thigh with her tongue.
Angie grasp brunette curls and pulled Peggy closer to where she needed her most. "English please," Angie begged, trying to get Peggy closer to her center.
Peggy draped one of Angie's legs over her shoulder, pulling her closer. The waitress inhaled sharply as Peggy parted the waitress's lips and ran her tongue through Angie's folds, moaning at her taste. Peggy looked up and smirked. Angie's head was thrown back, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth open slightly, breathing coming out in pants.
Angie whimpered impatiently, tugging on Peggy's hair. The agent shushed her before lowering her head down and wrapping her lips around Angie's clit and sucking lightly. Angie gasped and dug her heel into the agent's back.
Peggy flicked her tongue over Angie's clit and entered her with two fingers, setting a steady rhythm, curling her fingers up against Angie's G-spot with every stroke. Angie's hips jerked forward in time with Peggy's fingers.
"Peggy," Angie moaned, tugging harder on the agent's curls. Peggy kept her rhythm up, flicking her tongue against Angie's clit in time with the strokes of her fingers.
"Oh God, Pegs," Angie breathed. Her body shook with shockwaves of pleasure, her back arched, her fingers clenched tightly to the brunette curls. Peggy stood and allowed the waitress to slump against her.
"I should kiss Howard more often," Angie laughed lightly between gasp for air. Peggy rolled her eyes and picked Angie up, carrying her to the couch. She laid the waitress down, grabbing the blanket draped over the back of the couch and covering her up. Peggy kicked of her shoes and climbed in under the blanket with Angie, wrapping her arms around the younger woman.
"I would rather you not," Peggy replied.