Chapter 10

"Angie?"

Angie blinked her eyes at the sound of Peggy's voice.

"Angie, are you alright?"

There was a dull ache in Angie's shoulder, but she ignored for for the time being. "Where am I?" she murmurred.

Peggy smiled, "Back on the plane, Angie!" There was an element of giddiness in her voice and Angie, her mind still foggy, wondered what Peggy could be so excited about. The events of the last few hours- or was it days- were still hard to remember for Angie and she struggled to recall exactly what had happened. "English?"

"What?"

"What are you so excited about?"

She grinned and began to speak in a flurry. "We did it, Angie! We saved Steve!"

"Steve… Oh! Right!" The memories suddenly flooded back to her and she sat up in a hurry to meet Peggy's gaze. "So, he's alright now?"

Peggy nodded. "Yes, he is." She turned and called in the direction of the front of the plane. "Steve!"

The door opened and out walked Captain America. Angie was stunned to see him; she had never imagined she would meet the famous Captain America.

Peggy embraced him and took his hand. "Steve, this is Angie."

Steve smiled sweetly and nodded to Angie. "I hear you were a big help to Peggy. Thank you for keeping her company and being such a good friend to her."

Angie blushed pink. "You're welcome, I-um, I'm glad you're back."

Peggy hugged her. "Thank you so much, Angie. For everything."

"You're welcome," Angie murmured back. "English? Where's Jack?"

"Oh, he's in the back room. He said he wanted to talk to you," Peggy replied.

That was motivation enough for Angie to leap to her feet and hurry towards the back of the plane. She knocked softly on the door and waited for the call of "come in" before she opened it.

Thompson sat by the window, his blonde hair slightly disheveled, and his handsome, pondering face turned to the view of the clouds outside.

"Hi." Angie said softly.

"Hi."

There was a long pause and Angie waited for Thompson to speak, wondering all the while, what it was that he had to tell her.

Finally, he spoke. "I just wanted to-um, say thank you."

"You're welcome."

"That was very heroic of you."

"It was the right thing to do."

Another long silence. "Do you want to sit down?" Thompson inquired.

Angie took a seat beside him and turned her gaze to his face. "I was wondering something," she started. "Was there any sign of Bucky after we left?"

Thompson shook his head with pity. He knew the news would be crushingly disappointing to her and saw the dejected look on her face. "So," he said, quickly changing the subject, "It's back to New York for us, I suppose?"

Angie nodded, expressionless. "I suppose."

"Back to the theatre?"

The thought of going back to being a stagehand, always being confined to the dusty theatre, made Angie frown. The events of the past weeks- although filled with trials and difficulties, along with uncertainty and endless challenges- had opened her eyes to how big the world was beyond New York City. It had shown her how much there was in the world that needed fixing. Helping save Steve had taught her how much good she could do. How boring New York would be, now that she knew about the adventures that the world held for those who sought adventure out. But, theatre was where she had always been, and undoubtedly, was where she would be going back to. "Back to the theatre," Angie affirmed.

Thompson had always heard the actresses were especially expressive and Angie was no different. Her reluctance at having to return to ordinary life was apparent in her face. He had been pondering what he was about to ask her for the past few days, but he had been unsure if it was the right choice. However, Angie saving his life had banished all his doubt and helped him finally make the decision. "So," he began, "I wanted to ask you a question."

Angie looked up curiously and waited for him to continue.

Thompson went on, saying, "So, with Captain Rogers back, no doubt him and Peggy will be working together and…" He smiled at Angie, "That leaves me in need of a partner."

Angie's face wore a look of utter surprise. "Me?" she asked in astonishment. "You want me to be your partner?"

"Well, yes. Agent Carter works for the SSR."

"But, I'm not Peggy! I've never been trained for any of this…" Angie stopped mid-sentence, trying to find an adequate word for the journey she had embarked on in the last weeks. "Stuff!" she decided. "I've never learned about any of this spy stuff, this Agent business!"

Thompson smiled in amusement. "Well, you can always learn, your acting skills will be helpful and the bottom line?: Someone who helped Agent Carter rescue Captain America and along with that, saved my life in the process, should be an agent."

Angie contemplated what he was saying. Maybe being Thompson's partner was what the future held in store for her. She was anything but eager to return to being a stagehand and this was the chance that she needed. She could continue to spend time with her closest friend, Peggy, and Thompson, who she had grown fond of. What adventures the future held for her was a matter of uncertainty, but Angie was certain that if she didn't take this opportunity, she would forever regret losing her chance.

"Agent Angie Martinelli," Angie said. "I quite like the sound of that," she smiled.

"Is that a yes?" Thompson asked.

Angie laughed. "Obviously."

Hi everyone! Last chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading this story and I hope that the story turned out in a way that you all like! What did you think of it all? Also, I was thinking of writing another Agent Carter story, possibly a sequel for this one and I'm curious in what you would be interested in reading. Please feel free to let me know what you want to see for a future Agent Carter story in the reviews and I will definitely keep your feedback and lovely opinions in mind when writing. Stay tuned for the next story and thank you so much for reading, I am so grateful to my readers and look forward to writing more soon!

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