ilu peggy

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve accidentally saying "I love you" at the end of a conversation- and not to the person he's interested in

It was out there, now.  It was out there and he and Fury were staring at each other.  

He had only gone in for a debrief and it wasn’t supposed to take long but here they were in some stare-off because Steve had been in a rush to leave and he’d opened his big fat mouth and said Bye, I love you without thinking and now here they were.

It was pretty terrible, and not only because Fury would tell Natasha and Natasha would never let him forget it.  

It was also terrible because it had been almost a full minute (there was a part of Steve’s brain keeping a calm count in the silence while the rest of him panicked), and neither of them had said anything.   

Steve had faced down Nazis and HYDRA and crashed a plane into the arctic and kissed Peggy Carter and so he summoned his courage and broke the silence. “Can we just—“

“-No takesies-backsies.”  Fury smiled, slow and Cheshire, and dismissed Steve from his office.


“I think Sousa and Peggy are really lovely. They kind of again are similar kindred spirits in the fact that he has a physical limitation which means he’s a minority, and she also because she is a woman, is also considered a minority in that working situation. So I think that there’s a shared kind of chemistry; an understanding between them that I think is really pure and very beautiful.”  
- Hayley Atwell

So I’ve been thinking about what Joss Whedon said regarding whether or not Steve Rogers was worthy.

If you missed it, when asked Joss responded “Did he fail or did he stop?” which honestly, I love.

Just think, Steve is standing there in front of everyone, ready to play the hammer game along with everyone else. He’s sure he’ll get the same response everyone else did but is shocked to realize it moved. He felt the hammer move. 

He has a choice to make here. Does he pick the hammer up, proving himself worthy in front of everyone? Or does he stop?

He stops. Once upon a time there was a beautiful brunette who stood up in front of her superiors and said she had faith in him. 

That’s all he needs to feel worthy.

That all-Peggy gifset that went around yesterday made me realize how much I missed Peggy, so I decided to start re-watching S1 of Mad Men.

I’m only 20 minutes in, and it’s both amazing in terms of planting seeds for character arcs,  and kind of horrible in terms of all the heavy-handed cultural touch-points (doctors smoking in the exam room! Jews at SC? No!) and characterological semaphore (SAL IS GAY, Y'ALL!).

But I’m here for Peggy, and she does not disappoint.