𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳.

ᅠ “𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.” ᅠ [ 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 “𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐲” 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] ↺ + ♡

sweat dripping from her brow, carter unleashes the stresses of the day on a punching bag suspended from the ceiling of the gym.

Peggy: I hate hugs don’t touch me Also Peggy: Daniel spoon me🥺

mr jarvis? is that you skulking around in the shadows?

a cup of tea? a cup of tea.

she’s just as flirtatious…… but yes, she’ll give her the benefit of the doubt— for now. “you wouldn’t be the first to say that— i’m just lucky it often makes people listen.”

with baited breath.

another troublesome assassin….. she really did have a type. “peggy. a pleasure.”

“anyway— teasing aside… how’s your day been?”

“those are thoughts you keep 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, darling— atleast while he’s in earshot.”

she’s awake. . .

“i was for a moment there.” she’d tease further, playfully nudging the redhead.

her russian is a little rusty, but she caught the gist. . . “oh please—“

it would seem so. ( bollocks… not another one. )

“oh, natalia— i’m messing with you. if i knew you were so easily riled, i would’ve eased up.” still smirking, though her tone is genuine.

“mhm.” nodding smugly, a little smirk shaping painted lips.

“begging already? how sweet.”

“— i can make that happen.”

“put. the caffeine. down.”