The next day Peggy and Jack entered the SSR ready to take their wedding photos.
"Oh no, it's bad luck to see the bride the night before the wedding. Of course, I did a little more than seeing, but what does that mean for our wedding?" Jack whispered as they walked side by side to Dooley's office.
Peggy scoffed. "Jack I swear to God. You're going to get us caught."
"Good, you two are here. Your wedding photos are being taken today. Go get dressed. Your dress and tux are in the changing room. Get dressed, take the photos, then get back and study your covers." Dooley ordered. He was busy discussing figures and tactics for another op with a junior officer.
They walked over to the changing room and saw a bridal gown and a tux laying down on a bench. They, trying to remain professional and discrete, changed on opposite sides of the lockers.
"Who has the rings?" Peggy asked.
"I do." Jack replied.
"How dare you, Jack? What kind of girl do you think I am? Getting married to you before being proposed to." Peggy told him, cheekily, while she was pulling the dress out of its cover. Suddenly Jack appeared around the corner of the locker.
"Margaret Carter, will you marry me?" Jack asked, grinning.
"No. Properly ask me Jack. You're asking me to give up my last name here. What will you call me then? Ask again."
Jack got down on one knee. "Peggy Carter, love of my life, will you pretty please with a cherry on top marry me?" Peggy looked like she was contemplating it. "I'll make sure you're on your knees before the night is over."
"Oh." Peggy's face flushed. "Yes." He laughed and she shooed him back so she could change.
Jack was waiting at the SSR where all the agents and the call girls were dressed to the nines so that wedding photos could be taken.
Dooley knocked on the changing room so that he could escort her as her father. Peggy exited and grabbed Dooley's arm. They walked in awkward silence. "These pictures better be perfect." Dooley mumbled.
"You're telling me." Peggy replied. They shared a look. She walked down the aisle while the photographer took copious photos. Jack, playing the part, was looking like the lovestruck husband, except for that twinkle he had in his eyes. The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch.
"Jack, just put your arms around me." Peggy huffed. The photos were almost done and Peggy was getting antsy in her dress. Her dress, which had a sweetheart neckline, fitted boddess and was puffy after the waist, fit her magnificently.
"I didn't know you were that desperate, Carter." Jack replied.
"Okay, that's it." Peggy said as she turned out of his embrace to face him. She kept hitting him with her bouquet. "You. Piece. Of. Shit. Just. Take. The. Damn. Pictures. So. I. Can. Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. This. Dress." She enunciated each word with another hit. Jack started laughing and defending himself from the onslaught of hits. Eventually Peggy stopped and they both started cracking up, not even noticing the flash of light from the cameras.
"I think that's enough photos." Said the photographer, smiling knowingly.
"Oh thank God." Peggy muttered. "I can finally get out of this dress." She said as she was walking away.
"Need some help?" Jack asked with an unrepentant grin plastered on his face.
Peggy's face flamed up and as she turned and walked, her foot got caught on the hem of the dress and she tripped. Luckily, Jack caught her before she hit the floor. They both looks at each other and smiled. Another flash of light from the camera and Dooley's "I want you both in my office before you head out," broke them out of each other's eyes.
After getting changed, they both entered Dooley's office. "Alright, good sit down. You understand how important this op is? I need you both fully committed. Because we don't know how far in their connections go, we are going to have to make everything as official as possible. Which means, you two will legally be married for the next 8 months. After that you guys are free to get a quickie divorce and be done with each other. Not that you seem to mind being married, but I thought you should know. I need you both to sign here." He said handing them a marriage certificate. They both wordlessly signed the papers and exited the SSR. Today, however, they both went straight home to their respective locations and slept it off.
The week was over and Peggy and Jack drove to their new house, luggage in tow. They stopped in front of a 2 floored, white house with a big yard. Jack stopped his car in the driveway and got out to open the door for Peggy as their new neighbors started heading over, unbeknownst to them that they were all suspects in a criminal case.
"Hiya. I'm your new neighbor! I live right next door. My name is Joyce Palmer and that man over there is my husband, Louis Palmer." She said pointing to a man in front of her house. "But, I'm so happy such a darling couple bought this house."
"Oh, well thank you. My name is Margaret Carter-oh pardon I mean Margaret Thompson, most people just call me Peggy. This is my husband Jack Thompson." Peggy said. They all shook hands, while Jack spoke.
"You'd think after 6 months of marriage, that she'd be used to my last name." Jack said, oozing charm.
"Ooohhh. How darling, newlyweds!" Joyce cooed. Joyce was the typical housewife, pearls, blonde hair, brown eyes, perfectly pressed dress. Two kids played on their lawn. Louis had black hair and brown eyes, about a good half a foot taller than Joyce, with a medium build. "Should we be expecting little Thompsons soon?" Joyce asked, excited.
"Um, actually I can't have children. Some weird disease I have which robs me of having children." Peggy said, looking down. Jack, who didn't know this, quickly recovered.
"It's okay, we plan to adopt once we truly settle in. Now if you would excuse us, we have had a long trip and we have much to unpack."
"Yes of course. Have a nice day, and welcome to the neighborhood." And with that the Palmers walked back to their lawn. Jack and Peggy looked up at the house and the new life they would be sharing. They both sighed, and then walked into their new home.
Unpacking proved more difficult than expected. They both had so many boxes. "Okay, Jack those belong upstairs and those go in the kitchen." Peggy directed. "I'll take these boxes to the living room and start unpacking. When is the furniture arriving, again?"
"In about..." Jack trailed off, "right now." He finished as the moving truck came in and the movers brought the couches into the living room, along with the tables and the other thing that they had both neglected to acknowledge: a king sized bed that they would be sharing for about 8 months. Once everything was in place, they both went about unpacking everything. By the end of the day, they had finished unpacking everything and sat exhausted on their new couch. "I'm gonna head to bed, I need some sleep, you should join me."
"Hmmm," Peggy continued salaciously, "if I join you, we won't be getting much sleep." She finished darkly.
He winked at her and walked backwards til he hit the stair case and then promptly turned and jogged up the stairs. Peggy followed 2 minutes later, her body aching for his touch.