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Peggy had seen a lot since the start of the war. Had the scars and the nightmares to go with those sights. She had taken her participation in being part of the experiment in stride. She'd be in the thick of it, saving lives. She'd endure any change to see this war to its conclusion and do what good she could afterwards. What she hadn't counted on was having a fellow woman undergoing the same change.
Angela "Angie" Martinelli, a civilian volunteer. Peggy's eyes had widened when she saw Angie for the first time, but quickly developed a fast friendship with her. She spoke her mind, had a devious sense of humor, and had the most magnetic blue eyes. Her heart beat just a bit faster as the days turned into weeks during their training, the "exercises" meant to be a smoke screen for any enemy spies. Let them think they were still searching for candidates when they had been found.
Tomorrow Peggy and Angie would be undergoing the transformation, become super soldiers. Peggy sat outside, staring up at the stars, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
It was Dr. Erksine, the scientist smiling as if he knew a joke that only he found amusing. "Make sure you rest up Peggy. Tomorrow's a big day."
"Of course doctor, but if I can ask why two of us? Why...well why two women?"
Angie's voice suddenly came from behind. "I'd like to know that too doc, not that I'm complaining." Peggy smiled at her friend and scooted over to make some room.
Dr. Erksine stooped low, meeting Peggy and Angie's line of sight, his smile widening a fraction. "Were angels born with one wing or two?" He chuckled at the nonplussed stares. "My wife used to ask that to our children before bedtime. She would tell them that angels couldn't fly on their own, that they needed one another to reach Heaven. I've seen what this serum, untested, can do to a single man, a man with no morals, no goodness left. You two shall aid each other, in the battles to come, and, God willing, we shall all live to see the world after the chaos. I've tested the both of you, you've tested one another. This serum will gift you with incredible abilities and power, but it will not change who the both of you are deep down." He removed a flask then, taking a deep swig, sighing happily after that was done. "I would share but no alcohol tonight for either of you, unfortunately."
He left the two women alone then, Peggy looking at Angie. "I am certainly no angel." Angie giggled at that before laughing outright, making a halo above Peggy's head before resting her head on Peggy's right shoulder.
"Don't worry English, I'll carry you to heaven even if you don't have wings."
The next day brings a pain that unmakes Peggy. She screams, she roars, she wails, but she endures, even as she feels her height increasing, feels the muscles growing, her very size enlarging. She hears Angie's cries of pain, her declaration to not stop the process, Peggy echoing her even as the serum coursing through her veins is belted with the vita rays. Finally the process ends and Peggy is let out of the containment pod.
Her first thought is of Angie and when she sees her, Peggy's jaw drops. She pays no attention to how she is now looking down at all the men in the room, how her muscles are perfectly sculpted, her body heavier. She takes in Angie's new height, the woman no longer shorter than her, now they are evenly matched in height. She unconsciously reaches out with her hand and presses against Angie's abs. Angie, for her part, is equally speechless. Her biceps look larger than any strongman Peggy had seen, to say nothing of the rest of her.
Finally, Angie talks. "I think you've still got me beat in curves Peggy."
"Perish the thought darling," Peggy replied, before taking a good look at her own body. "Bloody Norah!" She's just a bit larger than Angie, not by much, and honestly Peggy doesn't truly care. She can feel the power, the change. Angie and Peggy suddenly zeroed in on one of the onlookers in the room, a gun suddenly drawn, the two stopping him before it could be fired. Peggy with a controlled kick and Angie with a powerful punch.
Erksine blinked, realized what had just been stopped, and drained the rest of his flask, face pale.
The shock of the moment proved too much, another layer of fear, of agony just narrowly averted. His heart gave out, taking the secrets of his perfected formula with him. Still, in his dying moments, he grasped Peggy and Angie's hand, his agonized expression morphing into a smile. "Together, ladies, always together..."
Peggy and Angie became Captain Carter and Captain Martinelli respectively, Captains' Britain and America, heroines of the war and, in the closing months, they were lost saving the world, the plane they were on going under the ice. Peggy was bleeding from a busted nose Red Skull had given her, Angie not much better as a few ribs broke from a fierce elbow, but finally a double cross counter from the two super soldiers had the man on the ropes. He brought out the Tesseract and was disintegrated or teleported before their eyes, neither woman could say for sure. They just knew they were approaching the ice fast.
"Hold tight to me, darling," Peggy murmured.
"Always, Peggy. I love you."
"As do I Angie. I believe I've loved you the moment you entered my life."
They sunk under the waves, the ice freezing them, shoulder to shoulder, hands intertwined.
Then they were woken up, women out of time.
Avengers. Superheros. Criminals. Time Travelers.
The battles piled up, the world saved again and again, until finally the entire universe was too.
Their shields shorn, more scars and nightmares for Peggy, new ones for Angie. Tony said they should live their lives for themselves, not for others. Then he had sacrificed himself for everyone. Peggy and Angie grieved, then they returned the stones to their proper places in time.
They returned, aged, but happy, rings on their fingers, restored shields given to Sam and Bucky.
The two still had life left in them and they were spending it as themselves, together.
It wasn't heaven but they could see it reflected in their eyes.
Earth 35...
Peggy Carter was boring, some of her less enjoyable coworkers said when they thought she couldn't hear them. She worked in a dead end job, was married to a vibrant, fiery woman, and had routines she followed to the letter. Tuesdays were Jeopardy nights with her wife, Angie crowing whenever she got a piece of English trivia over her. Saturday was the bedroom, lazy days, kinky days, and all the in-between. Thursdays were dancing with Angie to a random playlist from the internet. Sundays were wildcard days, Peggy just letting the day take her and Angie wherever it wanted.
Fridays were Peggy's favorite. On those days she'd get home and Angie would be glowing. Literally glowing with ethereal power, magic and more dancing in the air because while on the outside Peggy appeared a little dull, in her own estimation, she knew Angie needed that. Because Peggy wasn't married to another woman, not exactly. Peggy Carter was married to a literal goddess. Angie, the closest Peggy could get to pronouncing her true name when Angie had attempted to teach her how to say it, wasn't part of any pantheon. She was older than all those, older than the Infinity Stones, older than the multiverse. She called herself an observer, until she grew tired of simply observing and went to live. That was when she met Peggy, in an old diner Angie had worked at for all of two days.
Peggy had asked her out first after several months of shy glances, longing sighs, and finally some dodgy oatmeal that forced all of Peggy's feelings out of her before she utterly embarrassed herself in front of Angie. Angie had accepted, finding this mortal woman so utterly delightful she settled down. She confessed her divine nature on the third date. Peggy, all unflappable reserve, snorted her soda out of her nose when Angie had frozen time all around them. She reversed the soda back into Peggy's mouth with a wink.
Peggy smiled warmly at the memory as she arrived home, kicking off her shoes, undoing her blouse a few buttons, and finding her wife with a collar in her hands.
"Darling, is that for me?"
"I've got my own." Peggy cooed at the silver bell on Angie's collar, fastening her own around her neck. The moment she had done so, Peggy found herself on all fours, staring at a cat with Angie's hair color and eyes. Peggy was also a cat, all black, whiskers taking in the slight air. It was Friday, Peggy and her wife were cats, and they played together, Peggy finally managing to pin her feline spouse, nuzzling nose to nose, purring deeply.
Suddenly, Peggy was human again, naked save for the collar, Angie the same. She went to take her collar off when Peggy stopped her with a look. "No, darling, keep it on. I think we look quite fetching in them." She nuzzled Angie again, this time purring as a human, deep, resonant, and trying to impart the magical, wonderful truth she lived despite the dull exterior.
They kissed, Angie purred back, and all was right in the world, even if Angie got herself a pinched side for causing a pig's tail to curl into life out of Peggy's tailbone.
Earth 19...
Angie felt like a ghost in the penthouse. She filled her days with work, double shifts here, auditions and some performances, rarely, there. But everything was just a little off balance, nothing seeming to fit quite right in her head. Her heart knew what was wrong: Peggy had been gone for nearly ten months. It had felt like seven years. She chided herself. What would she say if Peggy were to reappear into her life? "Hi English, I love you, I've loved you since you came into the L&L with those sad eyes and red hat." She splashed some water on her face, ignoring just how late it was. Despite not working tomorrow, she needed to get more rest, hoping for a dreamless sleep. Ever since Peggy left she had dreamed of her, of them really, in all sorts of ways.
Meetings, departures, reunions, but in the dreams she felt her heart fill with the completeness she'd lost in the waking world.
She was about to drift away into needed slumber when she heard the door open. Alert, she sat up, moving towards the sound, turning on the lights.
Red hat slightly askew, Peggy saw Angie across the room. Angie doesn't remember rushing across the room or Peggy swiftly crossing to meet her. She just collides with the woman she loved. She kisses her, taking the initiative. She smudges that red lipstick, has it branded on her as Peggy kisses her back, then on her neck. Finally, they break apart, both breathing heavily. Peggy locks eyes with Angie. "Darling....huff...I love you," Peggy says, a bit out of breath from giving her all into that kiss, face alight with desire and a tiny bit of shame for being so undone by simply kissing. "I'm going to confess everything Angie. I'm a secret agent for a nascent government agency. I thought by leaving you I could protect you, to let you live your life free from the danger I bring into it simply by being around you but I can't....I won't....have you apart from me any longer!"
"English...Peggy...I love you too. Everything has felt off since you left. I've dreamed of you, of us, every night. I truly hope I'm not dreaming..." Angie trailed off then, eyes watery. Peggy gently titled her chin up, kissing Angie again, slower, pouring everything she had into this, softly biting Angie's lower lip as she broke apart.
"Feel that Angie?" Angie nodded, Peggy smiling, her own eyes glimmering with tears, the spy sobbing slowly, happily.
They held each other, taking in the other's solid figure.
Eventually they went into Angie's bedroom, Peggy divesting swiftly, but not before taking a moment to place her red hat on Angie's head. "You look ravishing in this darling."
Angie wished she had the energy to push things even further between them, but she yawned then, kissing Peggy before sleep fully claimed her. Peggy removed her hat, soon joining Angie in sleep.
A life lay ahead of them, full of joy, sorrow, and everything in-between.
But for now, Peggy held Angie close, their dreams filled with a soul deep contentment.
Across the multiverse, the multitudes of Peggy and Angie felt the same contentment.
A rabbit Peggy nestled into her doe Angie's side.
Captain Carter found herself drawn to Natasha's friend, her name stumbling from her tongue as she was flummoxed by the young woman in front of her. Natasha snorted and made the introductions. "Angie, this is Captain Carter. She's usually capable of talking." Angie beamed, smiling warmly at Peggy as she held out a hand. Natasha looked between them, smiling happily at the instant chemistry she had helped catalyze.
On and on the feeling spread, stopping at a hospital.
Peggy Carter-Martinelli was grimacing as her wife squeezed even tighter. But the pain was worth it as Angie pushed again, a cry soon ringing out. She had a daughter. She had a daughter with the woman she loved. As she held their newborn child, Angie tiredly grinning. "You can name her Peggy, just leave her middle name for me....I'm gonna close my eyes." Peggy sobbed giddily, nodding her head as she kissed Angie as softly as she could.
"Of course darling, rest now, thank you for not giving up on us, ever. I-oh no, little one, look what your Ma has reduced me to!" Their daughter cried again, Peggy soon humming some tune, the infant soon quieting down. "I adore the both of you, my darlings."
Almost twenty four years later, Laura Emery Carter-Martinelli would ask her mothers' just how they had known they had found the person they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. Peggy and Angie had grinned at each other and answered her: a feeling of total contentment and love washing over them, as soon as their eyes met.
Laura nodded, taking it in, before revealing she'd gotten that same feeling, but not for one person. No, she had fallen for a blue eyed-archer and a woman with flame-red hair.
Angie was ecstatic while Peggy nearly fainted. She assured Laura she was overjoyed for her, but was soon plotting to thoroughly impart upon Clint and Natasha the hazards of breaking her child's heart. Angie put a stop to that swiftly, Peggy sighing as she hugged her wife.
"We'll give them the shovel talk together English."
Peggy murmured assent, nuzzling just that much closer.