First, let’s get one thing out of the way:
ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE.
(Spoilers after the jump.)
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Fanfiction Fridays: Living Arrangements by Netgirl_y2k
When Agent Carter premiered last year, it quickly set the standard for amazing shows. Agent Carter showcased a woman fighting against patriarchal standards and building relationships with other women while at it, and though the show could certainly use more people of color, it’s been friendly to the ship that fandom loves the most: Peggy Carter and Angie Martinelli. While at a convention this summer, Hayley Atwell, Peggy’s actress, even took a picture with Angie’s actress and captioned it “Cartinelli”; she’s been vocal about her support for it in the past as well. Now that Agent Carter has been renewed for a second season, who knows what could happen? That’s why I went looking for Cartinelli fic and found a great one to rec for today.
Girlfriends.
Fanfiction Fridays: The Hustle by anamatics
She doesn’t even hear the bell ring at the door until the cook clears his throat loudly and Angie looks up. Her breath catches and she has to swallow down her blush. Her hands still, she forces on her best smile.
“English,” she whispers. It comes out a hoarse croak. Peggy Carter’s right eye is a livid black and blue, and she’s got a bandage around her hand that looks nasty and is still a bit stained with blood. She hasn’t been home the past few days, telephone conference in DC, she’d explained loading up her suitcase while Angie leaned against her open door and watched her movements with the lazy appreciation that a gal sometimes has for a friend. “What happened to you?”
Peggy slumps down into Tito’s vacated stool and Angie turns and collects the tea things without a word. She sets the milk and sugar that Peggy usually turns away down before her and gives her a look, the kind that Angie’s got to remember for auditions. The one that brooks no argument at all. “Thank you,” Peggy says weakly.
Tea softens her. It makes her seem less brittle, less like she’ll fall apart if Angie touches her. Peggy’s shoulders hunch forward and she holds the tea before her, two sugar cubes deposited in when she thought Angie wasn’t looking and far more milky than it usually is. Angie fists her hands in her apron so she doesn’t reach out and press her fingers to Peggy’s temple and smooth her hair into something less bedraggled looking. Anything to make her look less like she hasn’t lived through a war and a half, and that she’s still fighting.
“You gonna tell me what happened?”
“You know I can’t.” Peggy replies, her eyes shifting down, guilty.
“Won’t here or you ain’t gonna?”
“At home, Angie, please.”
Angie’s missed her.
It’s been a solid six months since the last time we recced a Cartinelli fanfic, so I feel totally within my rights bringing you all another one. The Hustle is set in those glorious post-Season-1 Angie-and-Peggy-in-domestic-bliss days—except their domesticity isn’t exactly as blissful as anyone hoped.
Fanfiction Fridays: Bella Figura by basset_voyager
It’s hard to believe that as recently as December, there wasn’t a TV show called Agent Carter. In those days, I had a whole set of interests that weren’t about Agent Carter. It was hard.
The bad news is that so far, we’ve only got three episodes of Agent Carter. Something like 130 minutes. That, friends, is why the Internet emerged from the nether to fulfill all our needs.
Wheee!
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