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Fanfic advent day 5
Prompted on Tumblr: Peggy, Daniel and Jack have been going their separate ways after Shield was founded but they reunite again (maybe like ten years later) because of a mission, turns out they have some catching up to do. Platonic relationships please!
Also posted on Tumblr.
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She almost didn't recognize him in the first glimpse. The crutch would have given it away, but she didn't see it at first; what she saw was a dapper dark-haired gentleman talking to the West German ambassador, his face partly turned away from her. There was something shockingly familiar about that profile, and Peggy glided discreetly closer, aware of the comforting weight of the gun strapped to her thigh beneath her dress. "Familiar" could mean almost anything; it could be someone she'd seen in the papers, it could be someone from a dossier of Russian assassins --
But then he turned his head and smiled and, at the same time, shifted his weight and she saw the crutch and it all fell together and she had to stop for a moment. Daniel Sousa. Here, at an embassy function in London.
And then he looked over and saw her, and his face lit up with delight.
An instant later, the expression became guarded, and he took a quick look around the room before looking back at her, eyebrows going up in an unspoken question. Are you here as YOU? Can I admit that I know you?
It amazed her that she recognized every nuance of that, even after all these years.
She gave him a short nod and slipped through the crowd to his side. "Daniel," she said, reaching out to take his hand.
"Peggy." He clasped it firmly, grinning from ear to ear. "Are you still --" She raised a brow. "-- enjoying your time on the international scene?" he finished smoothly.
"Oh, quite. It's been working out well." She really needed to get him somewhere private and talk about the last ten years of SHIELD ... but not here, with any number of unfriendly ears and listening devices about. "And what are you doing here, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm a reporter."
Her smooth diplomatic facade fell completely away for a moment. "Are you joking?"
"No," Daniel said, grinning at the look on her face. "I'm with an international newsmagazine. The Correspondent? Don't know if you've heard of it?"
"I have, yes." It had come out of nowhere in the last few years to take its place on the world stage, and was particularly focused on investigating corruption in high places and critiquing the foreign policy of nations from the US to Russia and all points in between. It had made things rather more difficult for Peggy, but the magazine recruited a high caliber of reporter and she wasn’t surprised at all that Daniel had found a place there.
"Oh, hey!" Daniel said. He nodded to the ambassador and gave her hand a tug. Bemused and delighted, she went with him. "You'll never guess who else is here tonight. You gotta get past the guard dogs, though."
"The what?" But she went with him, as he brushed past security into the private area of the reception, flashing a press pass.
This was where the real action was. The visitors and hangers-on were all out in the main reception area; here there were small clusters of men (and it was all men; Peggy got some looks) engaged in discreet conversation while sipping drinks. Peggy recognized most of them -- in fact, wasn't that the US President over there, chatting with the new PM? There was no time for a better look, because Daniel had swept her around the corner.
And there was Jack.
With Daniel, it had taken her a moment to recognize him, because he looked so different, so unexpected. With Jack it was the opposite. He hadn't changed a bit, and in his tuxedo, drink in hand, talking to someone she was fairly sure was from the House of Lords, he looked like ...
Like he'd found his place, in a way.
Jack turned and saw Daniel first. He scowled and took a step their way, leaving the conversation behind. "You know I can't be seen talking to you again, even if it's for old time's sake -- Peggy?"
His surprised grin was genuine, a lot more so than the diplomatic smile he’d worn with the politician a minute ago. She found herself smiling back. It was good to see them. Both of them.
"It's a regular reunion, isn't it?" Daniel said, grinning.
"Yeah, but -- oh, fine," Jack said, and he hustled them behind a small potted tree, its draping dark-green foliage providing some cover. Peggy couldn't help thinking of an action in enemy-held territory. "One minute, and then you two gotta get out of here. You look good, Marge."
"So do you. Both of you." They did, she thought. It was clear that they were pursuing their own callings, as was she. "What are you doing here, Jack? Are you in politics?" She hadn't heard his name -- but then, she didn't follow everything.
"In a way," Jack said, and grinned. "Got snapped up by --" He took a quick look around, but no one was near enough to listen. "-- MI6 after the SSR fell apart."
"Wait, you're with my foreign service?" Peggy said in disbelief.
"I know, funny world, ain't it? Listen, I really can't be seen with you two here. You want to meet for drinks later, there's a hole in the wall called the Copper Falcon where some of my boys hang out. It’s down by --”
"I know where it is," Daniel said, and Jack gave him a look.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Meet me there before last call." Jack gave them both a nod, and his eyes were sparkling as he slipped out and rejoined the party.
"He certainly seems to be in his element," Peggy said. "And you!" She gripped Daniel's arm. "A member of the fourth estate. I'm not surprised; it's all the same investigative skills without the -- what did you call it once?"
"The bureaucratic bullhockey," Daniel said, grinning. "Look, let's clear out of this section before they decide to throw us out. Grab some champagne, and I can get an exclusive with the director of SHIELD."
"You wish," Peggy said archly. "But I'd happily have a glass of champagne with an old friend."
"Me too," Daniel said, and he smiled. "Me too."
Also posted on Tumblr.
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She almost didn't recognize him in the first glimpse. The crutch would have given it away, but she didn't see it at first; what she saw was a dapper dark-haired gentleman talking to the West German ambassador, his face partly turned away from her. There was something shockingly familiar about that profile, and Peggy glided discreetly closer, aware of the comforting weight of the gun strapped to her thigh beneath her dress. "Familiar" could mean almost anything; it could be someone she'd seen in the papers, it could be someone from a dossier of Russian assassins --
But then he turned his head and smiled and, at the same time, shifted his weight and she saw the crutch and it all fell together and she had to stop for a moment. Daniel Sousa. Here, at an embassy function in London.
And then he looked over and saw her, and his face lit up with delight.
An instant later, the expression became guarded, and he took a quick look around the room before looking back at her, eyebrows going up in an unspoken question. Are you here as YOU? Can I admit that I know you?
It amazed her that she recognized every nuance of that, even after all these years.
She gave him a short nod and slipped through the crowd to his side. "Daniel," she said, reaching out to take his hand.
"Peggy." He clasped it firmly, grinning from ear to ear. "Are you still --" She raised a brow. "-- enjoying your time on the international scene?" he finished smoothly.
"Oh, quite. It's been working out well." She really needed to get him somewhere private and talk about the last ten years of SHIELD ... but not here, with any number of unfriendly ears and listening devices about. "And what are you doing here, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm a reporter."
Her smooth diplomatic facade fell completely away for a moment. "Are you joking?"
"No," Daniel said, grinning at the look on her face. "I'm with an international newsmagazine. The Correspondent? Don't know if you've heard of it?"
"I have, yes." It had come out of nowhere in the last few years to take its place on the world stage, and was particularly focused on investigating corruption in high places and critiquing the foreign policy of nations from the US to Russia and all points in between. It had made things rather more difficult for Peggy, but the magazine recruited a high caliber of reporter and she wasn’t surprised at all that Daniel had found a place there.
"Oh, hey!" Daniel said. He nodded to the ambassador and gave her hand a tug. Bemused and delighted, she went with him. "You'll never guess who else is here tonight. You gotta get past the guard dogs, though."
"The what?" But she went with him, as he brushed past security into the private area of the reception, flashing a press pass.
This was where the real action was. The visitors and hangers-on were all out in the main reception area; here there were small clusters of men (and it was all men; Peggy got some looks) engaged in discreet conversation while sipping drinks. Peggy recognized most of them -- in fact, wasn't that the US President over there, chatting with the new PM? There was no time for a better look, because Daniel had swept her around the corner.
And there was Jack.
With Daniel, it had taken her a moment to recognize him, because he looked so different, so unexpected. With Jack it was the opposite. He hadn't changed a bit, and in his tuxedo, drink in hand, talking to someone she was fairly sure was from the House of Lords, he looked like ...
Like he'd found his place, in a way.
Jack turned and saw Daniel first. He scowled and took a step their way, leaving the conversation behind. "You know I can't be seen talking to you again, even if it's for old time's sake -- Peggy?"
His surprised grin was genuine, a lot more so than the diplomatic smile he’d worn with the politician a minute ago. She found herself smiling back. It was good to see them. Both of them.
"It's a regular reunion, isn't it?" Daniel said, grinning.
"Yeah, but -- oh, fine," Jack said, and he hustled them behind a small potted tree, its draping dark-green foliage providing some cover. Peggy couldn't help thinking of an action in enemy-held territory. "One minute, and then you two gotta get out of here. You look good, Marge."
"So do you. Both of you." They did, she thought. It was clear that they were pursuing their own callings, as was she. "What are you doing here, Jack? Are you in politics?" She hadn't heard his name -- but then, she didn't follow everything.
"In a way," Jack said, and grinned. "Got snapped up by --" He took a quick look around, but no one was near enough to listen. "-- MI6 after the SSR fell apart."
"Wait, you're with my foreign service?" Peggy said in disbelief.
"I know, funny world, ain't it? Listen, I really can't be seen with you two here. You want to meet for drinks later, there's a hole in the wall called the Copper Falcon where some of my boys hang out. It’s down by --”
"I know where it is," Daniel said, and Jack gave him a look.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Meet me there before last call." Jack gave them both a nod, and his eyes were sparkling as he slipped out and rejoined the party.
"He certainly seems to be in his element," Peggy said. "And you!" She gripped Daniel's arm. "A member of the fourth estate. I'm not surprised; it's all the same investigative skills without the -- what did you call it once?"
"The bureaucratic bullhockey," Daniel said, grinning. "Look, let's clear out of this section before they decide to throw us out. Grab some champagne, and I can get an exclusive with the director of SHIELD."
"You wish," Peggy said archly. "But I'd happily have a glass of champagne with an old friend."
"Me too," Daniel said, and he smiled. "Me too."
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It amazed her that she recognized every nuance of that, even after all these years.
Aww, that's great.
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