When you see this, share three lines from a WIP
(okay so this is a little more than three lines, but i couldn’t break it up. from a fic i’m working on about peggy finding her confidence between the girl we see in flashbacks and the agent in the first Cap. A little preview for @poppysplace.)
Still, what Peggy had done scared her. She had gone against almost everyone’s wishes. She had listened to nothing except her own heart saying this was something she had to do. Maybe it was a flash of girl Michael always saw. A sign of the girl who had slugged Clarence William Quimby Palmer the Third in primary school for picking on the smaller kids. The girl who had broken into the headmaster’s office and didn’t grass on her friends when she got caught. The girl had knew how to knock back a whiskey.
She knew that girl was there, but she didn’t know how to be her all the time, especially without Michael to egg her on. The dragon slayer, he had called her even as everyone told her to be a lady, to be meek, and yielding.