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Fanfic advent day 15
Tumblr request for an Agent Carter Vietnam War AU. Also posted on Tumblr.
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"Your boyfriend wasn't the only soldier who went MIA in the war, Carter."
Peggy tilted her head back, clasped her hands neatly over the files in her arms, and gave him a level look. "Then I expect you'd want to bring him and all the rest of them home as much as I do. Please get out of my way, Senator's aide Thompson, and let me have a word with Senator Masters."
She was not entirely unsurprised when he didn't get out of the way. A power move, she thought, and tensed, ready to put him on the floor if he made a move.
Instead, he leaned in. "You think you can stand toe-to-toe with men who served this country, Carter? You think you can stand here in a nice office and make judgments on the things we did over there?"
"I think," she said quietly, "that I have a meeting with the senator, and you are in my way."
"None of us had a choice," he said between his teeth. "You don't know what it was like over there."
A choice? Didn't you? she could have said. She'd seen many young men like him, who'd leaned on family connections to slip through the draft board's fingers. That Thompson had actually served, seen combat even, spoke to her of a particular kind of ... something: patriotism, duty, even fanaticism. The vicious, defensive anger in his eyes didn't surprise her; she'd seen it before. It was people like Steve who had truly had no choice.
But what she said instead was, "Do you think I wasn't there?"
He laughed sharply. "Didn't see a whole lot of women."
"Then you weren't looking. I was with the State Department in those days, Thompson. Please do get out of my way."
He did, perhaps only because he didn't want a scene. As she went past him, he said harshly to her back, "At least you had a choice about it, though, didn't you?"
"Didn't you?" she asked over her shoulder, and went into Masters' office.
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"Your boyfriend wasn't the only soldier who went MIA in the war, Carter."
Peggy tilted her head back, clasped her hands neatly over the files in her arms, and gave him a level look. "Then I expect you'd want to bring him and all the rest of them home as much as I do. Please get out of my way, Senator's aide Thompson, and let me have a word with Senator Masters."
She was not entirely unsurprised when he didn't get out of the way. A power move, she thought, and tensed, ready to put him on the floor if he made a move.
Instead, he leaned in. "You think you can stand toe-to-toe with men who served this country, Carter? You think you can stand here in a nice office and make judgments on the things we did over there?"
"I think," she said quietly, "that I have a meeting with the senator, and you are in my way."
"None of us had a choice," he said between his teeth. "You don't know what it was like over there."
A choice? Didn't you? she could have said. She'd seen many young men like him, who'd leaned on family connections to slip through the draft board's fingers. That Thompson had actually served, seen combat even, spoke to her of a particular kind of ... something: patriotism, duty, even fanaticism. The vicious, defensive anger in his eyes didn't surprise her; she'd seen it before. It was people like Steve who had truly had no choice.
But what she said instead was, "Do you think I wasn't there?"
He laughed sharply. "Didn't see a whole lot of women."
"Then you weren't looking. I was with the State Department in those days, Thompson. Please do get out of my way."
He did, perhaps only because he didn't want a scene. As she went past him, he said harshly to her back, "At least you had a choice about it, though, didn't you?"
"Didn't you?" she asked over her shoulder, and went into Masters' office.
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