livia, late-ish 20s, πΊπΈ in π¬π§. i love superheroes, waffles, and international politics. mostly marvel, with a little bit of a lot of other stuff mixed in. (she/her)
steve rogers knows exactly how lucky he is. he’s married to the love of his life (who has taken to their accidental time travel back to 2024 much better than he’d expected). of course, she’s always been the more resilient of the two of them, and steve has always known that peggy is meant to lead - whether that be an intelligence agency, an intergalactic security organization, or a ragtag group of superheroes. or, all three. it’s a gift to see her in her element every day and to have that life that tony had always gone on about. and to have his phone again - it’s funny, the things you get used to.
one of his favorite things about this miraculous future is seeing the peggy he fell in love with take to the future with such excitement - she’d always been a little bit mischievous, a trendsetter, and a terrifyingly competent prankster, and now with access to technology, she’s unstoppable. so when she, sam wilson, and peter parker decide to gang up on his long-suffering best friend as part of the latest tiktok trend (or so they tell him), there’s little he can do but laugh - and celebrate her latest accomplishment. after all, he’s still a little salty about that new year’s eve thing. bucky knows what he did.
Fake fic titles! Running on Empty and/or A Bottle of Red, A Bottle of White and/or Our Sunlit Days
Running on Empty
Meddling siblings were actually going to be the death of them both. Because Kate and Anthony were liable to kill each other before the end of this.
It all started innocently enough - Edwina and Eloise had been flatmates for the past two years, and Kate and Anthony had traded off being their drivers to and from uni for years. But in a (completely unforeseen) turn of events, the two girls had “not coordinated ahead of time, we’re so sorry, how embarrassing” and the four of them were off on the world’s most awkward road trip.
Until the car broke down on the way back to London, and Kate and Anthony were forced to share the last room at a small hotel until the mechanic could sort them out. Which meant a night spent in far too close proximity - a night with wine, and only one bed, and a series of moments that neither of them could take back.
A Bottle of Red, A Bottle of White
It becomes a bit of a refrain for Steve and Peggy over the years. They often end up reuniting in France. Accidentally. It’s missions in Paris and reconnaissance in the mountains and high-level meetings in Marseille and, once, a free holiday in Nice. (The less said about their time at Cannes, the better).
So it becomes their thing, whenever they cross paths in France. It’s a prompt for date night, it’s a code to ensure they’re both safe and well, it’s a touchpoint while one or both are undercover. It’s a chance to explore, to try something new. To return to the same page.
When Steve first returns, when he knocks on Peggy’s door with just the nanosuit on his back, he brings her two bottles of wine - one red, and one white. Back on the same page once more.
Our Sunlit Days
There are no rules during a heatwave.
Popsicles can be a breakfast, fans can run all hours despite the electric bill, and one can take leave of their senses and be reckless. What happens in a heatwave stays in a heatwave.
These are the things Steve tells himself as he watches his roommate walk around in increasingly shorter shorts and cropped tops.
He’s doing his best to behave, honestly. He’s been keeping a minimum safe distance, he’s been encouraging Peggy to hydrate, he’s been religiously adhering to the sunscreen reminder alarms on his phone. Because first and foremost, he and Peggy are friends, and it’s a friendship that has saved him again and again. He never wants to jeopardise what they have together, now, always.
But as the unrelenting sun cooks their tiny apartment, he daydreams, to distract himself from the heat. And sometimes, he catches Peggy watching him too - as he mops the sweat from his brow, as he fixes their rickety fan, as he gives up on anything beyond the most essential layers. Her gaze is hotter than the summer sun, but unlike the UV rays, he likes the burn of wanting her. And maybe, just maybe, her wanting him too.
It’s 1956, and Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers are discontented producers at the BBC. The Cold War rages, crisis is brewing in the Suez, and Peggy has just been chosen to produce a new news magazine show, called The Hour. Steve is tapped to run the domestic desk, and esteemed foreign correspondent Ana Jarvis is named head of foreign news, while Tony Stark, the son of British-American businessman Howard Stark, is chosen as the lead anchor of the program.
As revolution brews in Hungary and the crisis in Egypt escalates, interpersonal conflicts, rumours of inappropriate relationships, and accusations of treason haunt the fledgling news programme. At the heart of it all, Steve and Peggy fight to hold the powerful accountable - even at great cost to themselves.
Fake Title (okay last one! Sorry to annoy you): Ever, United, and Against.
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ever
playing for the lionesses is all peggy carter has ever wanted to do. she’s a football legacy, and she’s attended every world cup and euros tournament she could since she was a child. Her famous father and even more famous brother had only pulled her closer to football - they lived and breathed it in her house.
united
she first meets steve rogers at her brother’s last match for manchester united. of course, she’s heard of him before - michael waxing poetic about his new American teammate, the one he’d met at the world cup in the semi-final, the one who’d picked him up after knocking him down. he’s exactly as she’d hoped he’d be - kind, warm, hilarious, and he asks after her career with actual interest. she and steve toast michael at the bar that night, both ignoring the wink he sent their way.
against
it’s hardly friendly, the first time they meet on the pitch. well, technically, it’s a friendly - a charity match. but no one was more competitive than the two of them when facing off against each other. the tabloids went wild after the match, calling out their insane chemistry on the pitch and off. not that either would ever admit it…but the tabloids were right.
After her dramatic breakup with Fred three days before their wedding, Peggy grabbed the first open flat she could find. She had imposed on Natasha’s hospitality for long enough, and even though the housing market in London was horrendous, she managed to snag a room in a lovely fourth floor loft flat six minutes from the Tube.
There was never a dull moment to be found in Flat 4b - the ongoing rivalry between James (Barnes) and James (Rhodes) over their names, the will they-won’t they of James (Barnes) and his handsome Air Force co-worker Sam (he of the perfect gumbo and even more perfect arms), the ongoing saga of Steve’s creative block and its many foibles, James’ (Rhodes) uber-wealthy friend and his long-suffering PA. Peggy was pulled into a whirlwind when she signed the lease, but she enjoyed every moment of the ride - her life with Fred had been so frightfully dull, and she secretly craved a bit of the chaos that seemed to always follow her flatmates around.
She also (not-so) secretly craved something else too. Or rather, someone else. Her partner in crime in their ongoing war with the landlord, her late-night stress baking buddy (insomnia loves company, after all), her go-to concert date, and her nonstop support as she fought her way through her highly classified job. Peggy collected all these little moments with Steve - unconsciously at first. Until one day, she looked at him and realised he was everything she had been looking for.
But that was complicated, wasn’t it? She couldn’t risk her little corner of imperfect paradise, but she also couldn’t stop thinking about abandoning all reason and dragging him through her bedroom door.
What was a girl to do when everything she wanted most was right across the hall?
None of this was in Maria’s job description. Rogue Asgardians, unplanned heists of priceless and otherworldly Viking artifacts, sprinting for her life across the roof of the British Museum - this was not how her holiday was supposed to go.
Next time, she was throwing her phone into the river as soon as she got leave approved. No more backup for Coulson and the Bus team, even if she was “in the neighborhood” (aka she was at the museum while it was being robbed - because god forbid she take a moment to admire the Rosetta Stone). The earth could save its own damn self.
MYTH: Americans set off fireworks on the 4th of July, in honor of our Independence Day
FACT: Americans set off fireworks from approximately June 20th—July 20th, for no reason other than this is the time of year that you can literally buy them at any grocery store
