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It was early, real early. Around 2 o'clock and Peggy Carter was blissfully sleeping. For the first time in weeks. The threat of Leviathan was far from dealt with. But the British agent wouldn’t let that get in the way of a good rest. However, a certain house mate was making it very difficult for her.
“Peggs!” Someone hissed. Peggy’s brain was cloudy with sleep.
“Peggy!” The voice whispered again. The agent groaned in reply.
“Oh for the love of-” footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer until a cold breeze made itself known on the soles of Peggy’s feet and the lack of duvet made it harder to ignore.
“English! Get up!” The same voice ordered. Agent Carter’s brain finally getting into gear and realising it had been Angie who had awakened her.
“Angie? What is it?” Questioned the Brit. Her voice was groggy from sleep, but her senses were on full alert.
“I- I think there’s someone in the house. I heard a noise down stairs.” Angie murmured. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Peggy was sure she saw Angie tense up. Fair enough to her, after Peggy had explained her line of work and the threats she faced, it was okay for Angie to be a little scared. Peggy nodded her head slowly and placed a comforting hand on Angie’s arm, squeezing ever so slightly. She then reached over to her draw, opened it and pulled out her small black hand gun.
“I’ll go have a look.” Peggy said, before she swung her legs out of her bed and headed for the door.
“Do not come downstairs until I say so. Are we clear?” Peggy commanded. She would not let Angie be harmed in a way on her watch.
The waitress bobbed her head in agreement and walked to the door where the Brit stood.Before the agent could ask what she was doing, Angie placed her lips on Peggy’s. They were soft. So very soft. And warm to. Just as Peggy was getting into the kiss, Angie pulled away.
“There’s more of that English, if you come back safe!” Bargained the smaller woman. She took a step back and smiled at Pegs stunned face.
“R-right!” The red hue of Peggy’s cheeks glowed in the dark. Turning around, away from Angie, she made her way down stairs, her gun gripped tightly in her hands.