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.
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.
Well, now that I got my real wish (a second season of Agent Carter—and with ten episodes this time!), it’s time for my wishing to get a little more specific. We’ve got eight or so months to sit around fantasizing about what comes next—so that’s just what I’m going to do. Without further fanfare, here’s what I want most out of Agent Carter Season 2.
I basically live for representation of LGBTQ+ characters. As a bi person, I’m especially starved for good bi representation. Unfortunately, such characters are especially difficult to come by. Then there are wonderful characters who could be great bisexuals, and that’s where headcanons come in. A headcanon is something that is not explicitly stated in the text, but doesn’t contradict it either, and you like to imagine it’s true. It’s not as great as actual representation, but it can be great fun and provide comfort when actual representation isn’t there. So, today I want to share with you my Top 10 characters whom I like to imagine are bisexual and who would make excellent representation if they were made canonically bisexual.
I’m trying to collect myself enough to review Agent Carter’s finale, but that’s a really hard endeavor. Never before have I loved a show as much as I love Agent Carter. Since the very first episode, it has been consistently well written and progressive. Its only real downside is that it lacks representation for people of color and LGBTQ+ people. Nevertheless, Agent Carter has been phenomenal with the issues it does cover—misogyny, physical and mental disabilities—all the while telling a damn good story with some great compelling characters.
Spoilers up ahead.
Fun fact: the word “snafu” is actually a military acronym that stands for “situation normal: all fucked up.” And while the latter part of that acronym was right on in describing this episode, the former doesn’t really apply: the situation has escalated far beyond normal for Peggy and co as this season races towards its conclusion.
Spoilers below the jump! Also, trigger warning for a brief mention of suicide.
Agent Carter is more like a miniseries than anything else, which makes each episode a little difficult to review on its own. When the show is over, I can’t wait to binge watch the entire series, because it’ll be like an eight-hour movie. I’m stuck in a bit of a hard spot, though, because I also don’t ever want this show to end. Last night’s episode was just as excellent as all the episodes that preceded it, and it also raised the stakes for everyone in Peggy’s orbit. Spoilers below!
Well, Agent Carter is finally back after a two week break, and right now, I’m so in love with both the story and Peggy that I’m not even sure I can bring myself to criticize any of its faults. Of course, that’s if it has faults. My love may have blinded me to them. Regardless, there was nothing about this episode that I hated. I have loved every minute of Agent Carter since it first aired, and I can only hope to keep loving it as the story progresses.
This week we had yet another amazing episode. Howard Stark comes back to town, Peggy’s coworkers continue to be assholes, Howard Stark is an asshole, and Peggy’s landlord is also a pretty reprehensible person. The SSR discovers a conspiracy theory in the works involving Howard, Peggy’s new neighbor is doing mysterious things, and Stan Lee shows up to make a cameo appearance. All in all, it was a great episode.
There’s a slow but exciting change occurring in popular media, these days: lots of creators are finally beginning to show female friendships in their works. That’s not to say that there have never been friendships between ladies in the public eye before the last few years—Wicked comes to mind, among other things—but the message seems to finally have gotten out to the world at large. We want more than one lady in things, and we want those ladies to understand each other, not for them to antagonize each other.
Here’s the facts, kids: we were so in love with the premiere of Marvel’s Agent Carter that we decided on the fly to review the whole miniseries. Last night’s episode continued to deliver, and Peggy gets to deal with the numerous consequences of her actions in the pilot.
Spoilers for “Time and Tide” under the jump.