Chapter Text
"Y'know I always kind of paired 'Captain America' with 'manly man bodybuilder' in my head," Angie said as she moved Peggy's defined forearm in and out to watch her impressive bicep flex. "'Course, I didn't stop to think what all those super soldier chemicals would do to a woman," Angie finished without releasing Peggy's arm. Peggy was standing as still as she could manage in the middle of the kitchen wearing only her revealing training gear in an attempt to help Angie adjust to her newly super-serumed body.
"I don’t know if this specific physical response is strictly based on the fact that I'm a woman, actually," Peggy replied. Angie cocked her head at that, even though she didn't stop poking and prodding Peggy's arms. "The serum changes each individual body differently, this happens to be what it did to mine," Peggy finished, trying not to squirm when Angie brushed a sensitive spot. The thought that Peggy's original body had an impact on how the serum performed was comforting. The new body was still foreign to both Peggy and Angie but it was nice to know that the muscled body was still Peggy at the core.
Angie circled around to Peggy's back while Peggy continued talking "Besides, I don't think it would be entirely fair for me to be a bodybuilder. I may not be as impressively muscled as Steve but I could most likely still toss a motorcycle if need be," Peggy said , flexing both arms at Angie's eye-level for effect which earned a snort of laughter from behind her.
Angie went to settle her hands on Peggy's hips and was a little thrown to find that they rested a bit higher than she was used to. She recovered quickly and leaned to Peggy's left side to glance up at her. "That's a lot of big talk, English. Next time I go audition you come along and toss a couple directors for me and I'll believe you."
Angie circled back until she was standing directly in front of Peggy and ran her hand across Peggy's stomach, effectively halting any reply. "To be honest I miss you being a little soft here," Angie remarked after dedicating a fair amount of time cataloging every bit of tight muscle on Peggy's abdomen.
Peggy fought the urge to pull Angie into her arms after hearing the slightly wistful tone in her voice. During the year that they'd live together, Angie had gotten used to Peggy. She knew how Peggy moved, knew what it sounded like when she wandered the house before dawn when she couldn't sleep, knew her diet, knew her exercise routine. It was understandable that she was feeling a little nostalgic. It would take time for Angie to adjust; her lover had become a super-soldier seemingly overnight.
After a beat, Angie stepped back and gave Peggy a final once-over. "You look good, Peg. Real great." Her eyes finally rose to meet Peggy's and Angie smiled mischievously. "Only real different is now you'll have an easier time choking the life out of a man with your thighs. That, and I bet you'd be able to carry me bridal style up to bed with no problem, huh?" she asked as she stepped into Peggy's space.
"Only if you ask nicely, dear."
"My dear, sweet, wonderful Peggy, use your big muscles and carry your girl to bed."