CAPTAIN CARTER AU - role swap, Sharon Carter as Captain America in Captain America: The First Avenger
Sisters Sharon and Peggy Carter were separated as children when their parents divorced and Peggy was taken to England to live with their mother. Back in Brooklyn, Sharon grows up with her childhood friend Natasha Romanoff, the daughter of Russian immigrants. Sharon later joins the army and reunites with Peggy, now an agent for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. After witnessing her selflessness and courageous determination, Sharon is picked by Dr Abraham Erskine to be given the Super Soldier Serum, transforming her into Captain America.
“What do you mean Papa never taught you how to dance?”
Peggy Carter knows how to blend in. It’s become second nature to hide behind her lead-lined glasses, to control the strength of her grip, to keep her feet planted on solid ground. She never speaks of her childhood before the Martinellis, she rarely dreams of the Phantom Zone, and she never mentions the one blood relative she has left, who flies around in a red cape, saving the world (when he isn’t doggedly pursuing the truth as ace reporter James Barnes). Instead, she works as a personal assistant to Pepper Potts, the queen of media and the most powerful person in National City. She debates the existence of aliens with her friend Sam, has lunch dates with her sister Angie, and only uses her powers to listen for her boss calling her name.
Everything changes the day Angie boards a flight to Geneva. When her sister’s plane is sabotaged, Peggy risks everything to bring the plane to safety, only to discover that Angie is actually an agent for the DEO, an organization that exists to monitor alien activity on Earth. Peggy makes it her mission to aid the DEO, particularly in neutralizing the threat from the convicts previously imprisoned on Fort Rozz, the Kryptonian detention facility that followed her ship out of the Phantom Zone fifteen years before.
With the help of her sister, DEO director Nick Fury, her friend and resident IT expert Sam Wilson, and Steve Rogers (the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and best friend of the Man of Steel), Peggy learns to navigate the challenges that come with being a superhero.
Word count: 18,600+ Pairing: Steve Rogers & tomboy!WinterSoldier!Reader Warnings: swearing, violence, torture Summary:Sequel of “Show ‘Em You Won’t Give Up”: Steve and Bucky have found you again and even though you were kept hostage and turned into a Winter Soldier by HYDRA, you seem perfectly fine. Still, you don’t remember anything before you were woken and granted asylum by T’Challa, therefore not even your best friends. But your memories are still there, they just need a little push. A/N: I wrote and wrote and the fic got longer and longer and I wasn’t even half through. 46 pages, guys, 46 pages. And it took ages, I’m so sorry. But, finally, here it is! Some parts didn’t come out as I wished they would, I think I overdid some times, oops, but I hope you guys like the end nevertheless. M/N = male name; F/N = fake last name. Enjoy!
“That was before I saw that you were on a date,” she says. “Date?” Steve asks, confused. “The man you were holding hands with,” Peggy says. Steve shakes his head. “No, no, that’s not a date. That’s just… Bucky. He’s Bucky.”
Steve is a single dad who manages the local inn. Bucky runs the local diner. Steve loves Bucky’s coffee, but definitely not Bucky. Except, maybe that’s not so true. Well, it’s true about the coffee. Steve definitely loves Bucky’s coffee.
(A Gilmore Girls-inspired AU that doesn’t require background knowledge of Gilmore Girls to enjoy, and a Captain America Reverse Big Bang offering from mambo and tuntekorpp.)
I’ve gotten A LOT of requests for Peggysous pregnancy fluff. The bulk of this one was written while waiting for my new nephew (born June 8 at 9:07 p.m., 6 pounds 9 ounces, 19 inches long, mother and baby doing fine!) to arrive.
“You’re sure you’ll be all right?” Daniel asks anxiously, his grip so tight on his crutch his knuckles are starting to turn white. “Because if you need me to come home for any reason, you know you can - ”
“Daniel,” Peggy interrupts, “go to work. I’ll call the office if I need you.” Daniel gives her an expectant look. Peggy rolls her eyes. “If we need you,” she corrects. “Which we won’t.”
“Let’s hope not,” says Daniel, hand sliding off her swollen belly.
Peggy hums. “You don’t want to be late.” Not for your first day, she thinks grimly.
Daniel checks the time. “OK, OK,” he mutters, leaning in for a quick kiss. Given Peggy’s current condition, however, the closest he can get is her cheek. He smiles sheepishly.
Soon as he’s gone, Peggy breathes, “Oh thank God,” and sinks into the nearest chair, which came with the apartment and seems more suited to an ice cream parlor. It gives a little wobble as she kicks out her feet. Peggy loves her husband, but after a weekend of Daniel’s fretting, she can’t say she’s sorry to see him head to the office. Even if it’s to the New York SSR. Even if it’s technically a demotion.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Who could - ” Peggy says, bracing her aching back with one hand as she hauls herself out of the chair. She thinks about her gun, back in their bedroom, as she waddles to the door. She tries peering out the peephole, but it’s just not possible with her belly the size it is.
There’s another knock, more insistent. “C’mon, Carter,” calls a familiar voice, though not one Peggy’s heard in years, “it’s me. Open - oh hell,” swears Chester Phillips as she cracks the door. “They told me you were pregnant, but they didn’t say you could give birth at any minute.”
“Not any - ” Peggy starts, but the man has a point. “Colonel Phillips.”
He’s already pushed his way through the door. “Agent Carter,” he says, surveying the tiny kitchen, which takes all of three seconds. He looks at her sternly. “Isn’t that your cue to tell me it’s no longer Carter?”
“No longer ‘Agent,’ actually,” Peggy quips, as she’d been summarily fired when top brass found out she was pregnant. Within a month, Daniel’d been stripped of his title and recalled to New York. “And yes, it’s Mrs. Daniel Sousa these days.”
“Mrs. Daniel Sousa,” Phillips repeats, whistling as he takes a seat. “Didn’t think I’d see the - good God, Carter, sit down. You’re making me nervous.”
Peggy slowly lowers herself into the chair across from him, acutely aware she’s barefoot and wearing an ill-fitting maternity dress. “Not now, my love,” she murmurs when the baby begins to kick.
“What was that, Carter?”
“The baby - ” Peggy winces as a little foot stomps her bladder “ - is moving.”
Phillips pulls a face. “Let’s make this quick, then. It’s my understanding that - that thing eventually has to come out. When it does, I’ve got a job for you. Unless - ” he quirks an eyebrow “ - you’re content being Mrs. Daniel Sousa.”
“Colonel Phillips, I assure you, I’m quite - ” But Peggy falters. As much as she loves her husband, she can’t fathom spending her days cooped up in this apartment with a baby. “I’m listening.”
Phillips chuckles. “You know,” he says, “I would’ve been by sooner, but that husband of yours sure likes to hover.”
Peggy would be inclined to agree if she weren’t so immediately incensed. “You’ve had me under - surveillance?”
“Cool your jets, Carter,” says Phillips. “Stark told me if I wanted to get you alone, I’d have to wait until Sousa left for work. So I bought a newspaper - ” his breast pocket rustles when he taps it “ - and a cup of coffee - ” he bares his yellow teeth at her “ - and waited ’til I saw a ‘handsome gimp’ leave the building. Don’t give me that look, I’m quoting Stark.” He claps his hands together in front of him, elbows resting on the table, as if he’s done making his point. “Where’d he serve?”
“Bastogne,” Peggy says tersely, though she’s certain Phillips already knows this.
“He one of the boys Captain Rogers rescued?”
Peggy’s not about to dignify his question with a response. “I thought you were here about a job,” she says through gritted teeth.
“About six months ago, an old friend called. Wanted to know if I’d be interested in helping start a new covert intelligence agency to fight the Soviet threat. Hell no, I said. I’m too damn old. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I told him we’d talk when the funding was appropriated. Figured I’d be dead before that happened. Lo and behold, he calls me last week to say he has a backer.”
“Howard,” Peggy surmises.
“Ding, ding, ding,” says Phillips, in his usual tone. “Well, I should’ve hung up then and there, but like a damn fool I stayed on the line. Finally I agreed to help, on one condition: I’d get to handpick my successor.”
And he stares pointedly at Peggy.
She’s immediately skeptical. “Me? You really want me to - ”
“Yes, you,” Phillips interrupts. “Carter, if this is going to work, I need a team I can trust, and I don’t trust Stark. But you? You’re smart, capable and discreet. Just the man for a job.”
“Only I’m a woman,” Peggy points out.
Phillips waves his hand. “Even better,” he says. “You’re used to not getting credit.”
“And what will you calling this new agency?”
“S.H.I.E.L.D.,” says Phillips, “and don’t ask me what it stands for, I’ve already forgotten. The pay’s crap and so are the hours. You can’t tell anyone what you do. That’s my offer. Take it or leave it.”
Peggy’s response is perfectly demure. “I’ll have to discuss it with my husband.” Clumsily, she rises to shake his hand. “Colonel Phillips.”
She’s still standing with her hand on the doorknob when her water breaks ten minutes later.
This time, Phillips doesn’t bother to knock. He’s speaking into his wristwatch, no doubt one of Howard’s disguised listening devices. “Someone better be calling Agent Carter’s husband,” he barks.
“You said I wasn’t under surveillance!” Peggy huffs.
Phillips eyes her soaked dress. “And you said you weren’t going to give birth at any minute,” he says evenly. “We all lie, Carter. Now come on, let’s get you to the hospital.”