The car ride back was quiet. Edwin Jarvis drove the automobile and while Peggy would usually sit up with him since she didn't like the feeling of being chauffeured everywhere, this time she sat in the back. Her arm was around Angie's shoulders like the supportive friend she was trying so hard to be.
Angie had since stopped crying, but was now sitting quietly and staring at the leather back of the seat in front of her. She didn't make a sound, well except the occasional sniffle. Tears quietly made their way down her face, and as much as she wanted them to stop they wouldn't, they just kept on flowing.
Peggy had no clue what to do. While she was a female, she only had brothers growing up and all her friends had been boys. Even in the army she was mostly surrounded by males so this was a whole new thing for her. All she needed to know was one thing, who was that man and child?
Mr. Jarvis was confused as of why Agent Carters friend was crying. Miss Martinelli seemed like a strong, level headed person who did not come home from work in tears. Actually, he'd never driven her home before because usually she took the subway.
Angie felt emotions drained. All her crying had taken everything out of her. Her boss, Ralf (who was also the chef) didn't question why she had to clock out early, only said he's see her on Monday.
All in all, the car was full of an abundance of emotions that wasn't able to be sorted through. Who would be able to sort through a pile that large anyways?
The drive was awkward and the air was heavy. Peggy was sure that if she was to shoot her gun, she's see bubbles or lines from where it went.
To someone passing them, it would just look like a fancily dressed man carting around a tearful woman (so what they stereotypically thought woman did in private she supposed) and a woman that had a look of murder.
The drive wasn't insanely long, and soon they got back to the mansion. Mr. Jarvis let them out before driving off. Although they had their own car there, he usually drove one of Mr. Starks when taking them out and about.
The ladies walked up to the door and Peggy quickly fished around her purse then pulled out the silver key.
After unlocking the door she ushered Angie inside and shut it again. Angie was taking off her shoes, and had a look of a terrified deer on her face. Obviously she was going to bolt to her room soon. Then again, they hadn't exactly established rooms, so she'd run off to a room.
"We need to talk. Go put on your night clothes then come to the kitchen." Angie nodded without putting up a fight and walked off.
Peggy smiled softly as she walked down the long hallway to the kitchen. When she got there, she set a kettle on the stove to boil and started getting their mugs ready. This seemed like a tea type of talk.
Meanwhile, upstairs Angie was fretting. How would she tell this story to her friend, her best friend? What if Peggy judged her and wanted her out of this house. She couldn't handle that, she'd have to move back with her parents which was something she did not want.
Slowly she made her way back downstairs. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she was ready for this. The fear was real about telling the story. The thing was though, that if she told this to someone finally, maybe it would finally have some peace in her brain.
She finally made her way into the kitchen. Peggy had her back to her, work clothes still on and stirring a spoon in the tea. That was the only immediate good thing about this, Angie decided, she'd be getting real tea.
"You should get changed into something comfortable, English." Angie said.
"I can handle this." Peggy said with a smile as she brought the cups to the breakfast table beside the window. The window was large and had a view of a forest.
"It's a long story."
"Angie, I'll be fine." Peggy assured her friends before motioning for her to start.
So, Angie told her story. From the very beginning, when she was little with brothers, to moving to New York to get on Broadway. Everything slowly blended together. Angie stared out the window into the fading light as she explained about her marriage to Russell. She talked about Jenna with a small smile on her face.
Not even once did Peggy interrupt her. And while Peggy's cup slowly drained, Angie's stayed full, untouched.
"And, now we're here." Angie concluded as she sniffed and whipped her cheeks clear of the tears she hadn't realized had fallen.
"Angie," Peggy said sympathetically. "We can get her back."
"This isn't your fight English." Angie sniffled. "It's mine. And he won. He won the battle."
Peggy smiled at Angie. "What are you smiling at?" demanded the actress.
"He may have one the battle, but darling, we'll win the war."
