letter to peggy

boys in 2017: send nudes

boys in 1779: Cold in my professions, warm in [my] friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it m[ight] be in my power, by action rather than words, [to] convince you that I love you.

“Peggy, look in the mirror! Look at Alex and Lafayette! Aren’t they pulling funny faces, Peggy?” Thomas put his arm around the toddler as she tearily began to giggle.


Angelica and Eliza stayed home sick so Peggy felt a bit strange going to Daycare all by herself; but everybody always works together to cheer her up!


If there wasn’t a war on you two would already be living upstate in some real nice brownstone with two dogs and a kid. As it is, when the two of you get out of this alive, that’s where you’ll end up anyway. Don’t be nervous about it. She’ll say yes. She’d say yes if you asked right now. She’d wear a God damn ring from a Cracker Jack box if it was all you had, trust me on that. She’s your forever girl.

Darling! - A playlist of 40s love songs for slow dancing and romancing

  1. (I Don’t Stand) A Ghost of a Chance (With You) by Jo Stafford & Paul Weston and His Orchestra
  2. Serenade In Blue by Glenn Miller and His Orchestra
  3. Again by Doris Day & The Mellomen
  4. I Wish I Didn’t Love You So by Etta Jones
  5. ‘Deed I Do by Ella Fitzgerald & Count Basie
  6. Almost Like Being In Love by Frank Sinatra
  7. You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To by Dinah Shore
  8. I’ve Got a Feeling I’m Falling by Louis Armstrong & His All Stars
  9. Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup by Nat “King” Cole
  10. I’m Making Believe by Ella Fitzgerald & The Ink Spots
  11. On the Street Where You Live by Dean Martin
  12. Love Letters by Peggy Lee
  13. I Hadn’t Anyone Till You by Lena Horne
  14. Fools Rush In by Jo Stafford


  • me: Imagine a Supernatural spin off in the 40's with the Men of Letters.
  • me: Imagine the pilot episode being an Agent Carter/ Supernatural cross over.
  • me: Imagine M.Jarvis and Sam being very polite and exasperated by Peggy and Dean's bickering together.
  • me: Imagine Dean meeting Howard Stark (no matter how it goes it will be gold.)
  • me: *starts drooling still thinking about it*

Steve finding a letter addressed to him from Peggy after her funeral telling him how proud she was of him and how she would always love him and to never give up hope. Steve crying halfway through because there goes another piece of his heart and wishing Bucky had gotten to see her before she died. He finally gets the last paragraph in which she tells him to “take care of James, he and I always did have so much in common”. Turns out Bucky had indeed seen her. She was the one who suggested keeping the notebooks, she had some experience with keeping track of a faulty memory after all.

Meeting Michael || Closed thread w/captain-with-a-plan

No thanks to Michael’s constant prodding, both in his letters and in person, Peggy broke off her engagement to Fred very soon after Michael had met him and within the year, she’d joined the SOE. She supposed thanks to him she was now an SSR chief and Steve Rogers best girl. Steve had been found a few months after the end of the war, exactly a year after they’d lost him no less. Within the next few years, thanks to all the men and women in her life, Peggy Carter was now helping to run the organization she was once part of. 

“Steve, are you excited to meet Michael?” She asks him as they sit down to Friday night supper.

The Other Carter - Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Carter!Reader
Warnings: Angst
Summary: You’ve heard of Peggy Carter? Well this is the story of her sister Y/N Carter, and the love between her and Bucky.         
A/N: Part 3! I’m on a roll at the moment! I hope you like it! Message me if you want to get tagged!
Word Count: 1443

Part 1 Part 2


Night Before Azzano

“Congratulations Sergeant Barnes.” I said to James.

“It’s all thanks to you really.” It took him a while but James can successfully manage a sniper, thanks to yours truly. I was sitting in my camp writing a letter to Peggy explaining my departure when Bucky visited.

“I can’t take all the credit. You’re just a fast learner.” I smiled sweetly at him. (James’ heart skipped a beat).

“Can I ask you a question Miss Carter?” I lock eyes with him and my stomach flutters. Oh how cliché…

“Depends on what it is…” He chuckles. “Why did you join to fight? You never really answered when I asked last time.” I sighed.

“I don’t know honestly. I guess it was because my father fought in the First World War, and I wanted to make him proud I guess… And working for hours on end in a factory just didn’t seem right for me.”

“Fair… Tell me about your life… I mean we may not come back… And I want to know more about you…”

“Okay… Well I was born in London in 1918… I have a little sister called Margaret and she was born in 1921… I grew up happy… But when my father died when I was 6 my mother was never the same. Peggy doesn’t remember him she was only 3 at the time… My mother feel into a pit of depression…” James was listening patiently, looking at me with sympathy.

“She had a short temper… She used to take it out on us… She would-. Anyway she committed suicide when I was 14… Peggy and I were sent to live with our Grandmother, God rest her soul, and we were very happy… I started to teach myself self-defence so I could protect Peggy… When the war broke out she asked me to train her, so I did… Then my Grandmother died a few years ago. Jesus my life is depressing…” I wiped away a stray tear that managed to escape.

“I’m sorry. For everything Miss Carter. I’m guessing you don’t get many people to talk to this about..” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I joked.

“Nothing! Nothing!” He exclaimed. I laughed. James came up to me and gave me a hug, I of course returned it.

“Thanks Barnes. I needed that.”

“Bucky.” “Pardon?”

“You can call me Bucky. All my friends do.”

“Then you can call me Y/N.”

“Well then Y/N. You ready to kick some German asses?”

“Hell yeah.”

During the fight

“Shit!” I exclaimed as we were infiltrating a HYDRA base. “You alright Sarg?” Dum Dum Dugan asked from behind me.

“Never better.” I grunted shooting down another Nazi.

We gathered into a small group protecting each other’s backs. with Bucky to my right and Dum Dum to my left. I looked up seeing Nazis pouring in left right and centre.

“LOWER YOUR WEAPONS YOU ARE SURROUNDED!” A Nazi exclaimed. I sighed in defeat. We all lowered our weapons and raised our hands in surrender.


During the mean time in America

Peggy’s POV

I walked over to Steve after watching the Captain America: Around the World show.

Steve looked up at me. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “Officially I’m not here at all. That was quite a performance.” I replied.

“Yeah, uh… I had to improvise a little bit. The crowds I’m used to are usually more, uh…” He looked around trying to think of a word “…12.”  “I understand you’re America’s new hope.” I said.

“Bond sales take a ten percent bump in every state I visit.”  I laugh to myself. “Is that Senator Brandt I hear?” I said sarcastically.

“At least he’s got me doing this. Phillips would have had be stuck in lab.” He said.

“And these are your only two options? A lab rat or a dancing monkey? You were meant for more than this, you know?” I knew that said something for him. He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, but closed it again. “What?” I asked.

“You know for the longest time I dreamed about coming overseas and be on the front lines. Serving my country. I finally get everything I wanted, and I’m wearing tights.” He said.

We turned around when we heard a beeping. It was a medical van. Steve looked at it with concern, as did I when we say wounded soldiers being taking out of it with stretchers.

“They look like they’ve been through hell.” He said. “These men will. The most.”

“Schmidt sent out a force to his army. 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned. Your audience was what was left of 107. The rest were either killed or captured.” Steve looked alarmed.

“The 107?” “What?”

Without another word he took off to the medical tent. “Come on!” He shouted.

We walked up to Colonel Phillips. “Colonel Phillips-“ “Well look who it is The Star Spangled Man with a Plan what is your plan today?” Steve rushed out “I need the casualty list from Azzano.”

Azzano… Wait that was where Y/N was heading.

“I don’t get to give me orders son.” He responded.

“I just need one name Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th.”

“You and I are going to need to be having a conversation about your sister.” He said to me, my heart stopped. Steve looked back at me with curiosity.

“Just tell me he’s alive sir. B A R-“ “I can spell” Steve gave Phillips a hopeless look.

“Please sir. For Y/N can you tell me if she’s alive too?” I pleaded. He gave me a sympathetic look. He knew her well.

He seemed to have given in as he stood up and went over to the files. “I find more of these condolence letters today than I cared to count. But the name sounds familiar. I’m sorry to both of you.” My heart broke. Y/N I either dead or missing MIA… I felt like I was breaking in two. I won’t believe she’s dead.

“What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?” Steve asked. I looked at Phillips with an ounce of hope.

“Yeah. It’s called winning a war.” “But if you know where they are the lest you can do is-“ “They’re 30 miles behind the lines. They’re in one of the most heavily territoried area. We’d lose more men than we save. But you wouldn’t know that ‘cause you’re a chorus girl.”

“I think I can understand just fine.” “Well understand this somewhere else. If I read the posters correctly you have somewhere to be in 30 minutes.” Phillips walked by me and patted my shoulder sympathetically. Steve looked back at me.

“I don’t know who Y/N is to you-“ “-My sister-“ “-But I promise to get her back.”

She told me that too.

Back at the prisoner camp, Germany

“I’m bored…” Dum Dum muttered. “Aren’t we all.” I replied.

I’m surprised they didn’t kill us when they had the chance. I thought of my promise to Peggy. Hoping her mission she mentioned ages ago went well. My thoughts were disrupted when we heard a guard bang a door open. I looked over to Bucky with fear in my eyes. He gave me a look of reassurance.

“Which one of you is the Sergeant?” The soldier spoke in a strong German accent.

I looked up. “Me.” I muttered. The soldier laughed. “But you’re a woman.” I gave him a dead-pan look as Bucky grabbed my hand. “We both are.” He said. The soldier beckoned us forward. We were hesitant at first but we had to comply. The soldier ripped me from Bucky’s grip and a grunted.

“Jesus. Someone’s eager.” I mumbled. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” Bucky exclaimed as the German soldier pushed me forward. “You’re next lover boy.”

My eyes widened in fright as the forced me onto a metal bed. “Hello Miss Carter. My name is Dr Zola. And I will be working with you today.” A short man wearing glasses stepped forward. “Don’t you dare touch me” I said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t worry Miss Carter this will only hurt a little bit.” He laughed. He picked up a needle which contained a strange flued.

“What is that?” I asked dreading the answer.

“Something to make you stronger.” He penetrated it into my arm. The pain was unbearable as I screamed. I’m pretty sure the whole of Germany heard me.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!” I heard the men shouting and banning on the metal bars.

I was sweating buckets and my screaming died down, and a void of darkness over took me.


End of an era

Scott wasn’t much for ceremony. The once golden boy of shield departed without fanfare. He’d stared at the sigil taking in the strong lines, unflinching white on black, remembering the first time he’d seen it as a boy, and the pride he used to feel, now turned sour. The badge was placed with a letter on Peggy’s desk. Seemed fitting. Next he packed up the TeamX office, what little of it there was. They’d never bothered moving anything in. She always hated the place, and insisted that they weren’t staying. Time proved her right as always. The bottle of whiskey, he’d tried to work through alone, for completionists sake. It felt wrong to leave it unfinished. Half the bottle had gone before he threw in the towel, thinking spilling his guts all over the place probably would not be a touching tribute.

And lastly. Goodbyes had never been a necessity for him. Back when everyone he knew and cared had the word Agent before their name. But now he’d come too far to deny SHIELDU’s effect.  The people here who had stormed their way past his stubborn solitude, they deserved more, but…

Scott > Hey
Scott > I’m leaving SHIELDU.
Scott > Things are crazy right now I just wanted to let you know.

Unsent: Thanks for being a fr
Unsent: It was nice k
Unsent: I

Scott > that I’m glad to have met you. Good luck with everything. 


Colin’s Letter from LucasFilm

Peggy GilpatricMy son wrote to LucasFilm about how he wanted to get married but still retain his Jedi status without becoming a Sith.