Author's Note: It's actually kind of odd that I have this fixation with mistletoe, because the only two couples I've ever seen kiss under one are my parents and my grandparents. But hey, those are two HIGH QUALITY SHIPS so it's good, it's good.

"I've decided that there is such a thing as too much Christmas spirit," Peggy Carter said with an eyebrow-raise. She was standing in the corner of the SSR with Angie, having brought her roommate and best-female-friend along as her plus-one. The invitation was a little unconventional, considering that Angie was a non-familial civilian, but Angie knew that Peggy was a spy and the SSR knew that Angie knew that Peggy was a spy, so they'd let it slide.

It didn't hurt that Peggy had the current head of the building, Daniel Sousa, unconsciously wrapped around her finger.

"Oh come on, English," Angie laughed, bouncing along with the Christmas music playing on low as the office of spies talked and mingled. "I think you're just being a grinch."

"Maybe so," Peggy allowed. "Or maybe you are just one of those with too much Christmas spirit."

Angie shook her head, smiling faintly. "What's going to get you in a better mood?" she asked. "Dancing? A cup of holiday tea?" Her smile widened and grew more devious. "A smooch under the mistletoe with Agent Sousa?"

Peggy's eyes bulged at the impropriety and she quickly glanced around to see if anyone had overheard. Unfortunately for her… someone had.

"Did I hear the words mistletoe and Sousa in the same sentence?" Jack Thompson asked with a loud guffaw as he sidled over to the two women. "I definitely need in on this conversation."

"No you most certainly did not," Peggy replied stiffly, straightening her spine.

Angie smiled coyly at him. "And, you know, people hear what they want to. Something you wanna tell us, Agent?"

Jack colored. "I- that- I didn't mishear, and I don't personally wish to get Sousa underneath a mistletoe tonight, thank you very much." He squinted a little and looked Angie up and down. "This one, on the other hand…"

"Fat chance," Angie scoffed. "Who do you think I am? It's tall, dark and handsome or nothing, and you only got one of those."

With that, she walked saucily over to the refreshments table to flirt with one of the other agents.

Jack looked taken aback and Peggy tried to hide her smirk. "I apologize, Agent Thompson," she said smoothly. "The more rejections you receive, the easier they are to bear."

He made a face at her and left her in her corner. Peggy leaned back against the wall, crossed her ankles, and observed the room for awhile.

Then a hand fell on her arm. Peggy glanced over and was surprised to see Daniel standing beside her. He smiled awkwardly. "Uh, hi, Peggy."

"Daniel," she replied, nodding. "Merry Christmas."

"You too." He cleared his throat a few times. "Uh… Jack mentioned that you were interested in speaking to me about, um…"

Peggy raised her eyebrows.

"About mistletoe?" Daniel managed, his voice cracking just a little on the last word.

Peggy turned her gaze across the room to glare at Jack, who was sitting on a table with a full smirk on his face, openly watching them. She should have known not to tease him when he had such mortifying leverage on her.

Oh Angie. Peggy wasn't sure if the idea to bring her to the SSR or tell her about her inclination for Daniel had been more to her detriment.

"Peggy? Daniel asked hesitantly, and she realized she'd just been standing there without speaking.

"Sorry," she replied hurriedly. "Agent Thompson… well, I really don't know what he was referring to. Let me assure you, Agent Sousa, mistletoe is the farthest thing from my mind."

Was it just her imagination, or did Daniel look legitimately disappointed? Maybe she'd gone a bit overboard.

"I see," he said, nodding. "Well, I apologize for the inconvenience. I guess should know how to pick out Jack's teasing by now, but apparently I can not."

Peggy nodded back at him.

He nodded back at her.

About five seconds later, Angie and Jack were making eye contact from across the room, grabbing their respective friend's arms, and dragging them underneath the nearest (and only) bunch of mistletoe.

Everyone was satisfied with the result of that.

Author's Note: I'm not entirely sold on that ending but I wrote myself into a wall as I occasionally do and you know what sometimes demolition doesn't leave clean lines, okay?

Ooh we killing them metaphors this evening ;)