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Agent Margaret Carter, Peggy to her friends, was dangling from a windowsill. Again. While she loved Her Majesty, the Queen Victoria, it was times like these that she regretted agreeing to spy for her. It was dark, she was in men's clothing, and she was barely holding on to the third floor of a well-to-do nobleman's house.
Peggy took a deep breath and swung herself so that her foot was adjacent to her fingertips. She used this as leverage and pushed herself through the open window. She'd been hoping for silence and winced at the crashing sound of her body hitting the floor. Peggy prayed that Lord and Lady Underwood hadn't been woken.
She looked around, trying to orient herself. She appeared to be in some sort of food pantry, which, she had to admit, was unusual for the third floor of a house. However, she didn't have time to dwell on it, for as soon as she stood up, the door opened.
Peggy found herself face to face with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Even in the dark, she could see that she had light brown hair that fell in waves, gorgeous skin, and glimmering blue eyes. Peggy swallowed. She should say something, anything, she should-
She couldn't. She was dumbstruck.
The woman, who appeared to be some sort of servant or cook, looked her up and down, then spoke with a hint of an American accent, "Well, you aren't a mouse!"
Peggy's jaw nearly hit the floor. She had long stopped wondering about the soulmate tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. Ages ago, she'd brushed off the words as some sort of cosmic misprint, or attributed them to a potentially insane soulmate, but in this context, the words almost made sense. She'd come here to work for the Queen, not find her soulmate, but it appeared fate had other plans. She just hoped the other girl already knew the words she was about to say.
"I assure you, I can explain," Peggy whispered, trying to figure if it was more important that she gather intelligence or get to know her apparent true love.
The girl abruptly slammed the door behind her, and crossed the room in two quick strides. "Alright, darling, I don't doubt it. But I think you had best show me what it says on your wrist."
Slowly, Peggy rolled up her sleeve. Her tattoo caught the moonlight and revealed the words, "Well, you aren't a mouse!" written in a steady, cursive script.
The servant did the same, and presented her own wrist with Peggy's last words on it.
Their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a long while, caught up in the significance of the moment.
"I hate to ask, but-" The girl was interrupted by the barking of dogs. "Shit," she whispered.
Peggy glanced around for a place to hide.
"I think we could jump in the dumbwaiter," she stated, and gestured for her soulmate to step inside.
Her eyebrow creased. "Wait, what? You want me to what?"
"Just do it, we haven't much time!" In retrospect, Peggy realized that the cook could very well have a reason for being in the food pantry, but she wasn't thinking clearly. She was, well, a little flustered.
Thankfully, the dumbwaiter was large enough to accommodate both of them, though it was a tight fit.
"I have so many questions!" The girl whispered into Peggy's ear.
Peggy herself was hyper-aware of every point of contact between their two bodies, was trying to avoid discovery by the house guards, and was attempting to decide if she could abandon her mission. So she said, "Hush, we could get caught!"
"What's your name? Where are you from? Why are you in men's clothes?"
The barking and the running footsteps outside the door grew louder.
"Shh!" Peggy admonished.
"But- why did you climb through the window? Why are you in the food pantry? Why am I with you in the dumb-"
Peggy interrupted her with a quick kiss on the lips. It was, she reasoned, the only way to silence her companion. And she was right. In fact, the woman went so completely quiet that Peggy was left to wonder if she'd worn her knockout lipstick instead of her normal one.
The door to the pantry creaked open, and Peggy listened as the hushed tones uttered, "There's no one here... can't let the dogs in because the food will distract 'em."
She breathed a barely audible sigh of relief and waited until she heard the door shut. She managed to open the dumbwaiter door, and hopped out, then offered a hand to help the cook. As she did, she began to answer the questions that had been directed at her. "My name is Peggy, I'm from, here, London, men's clothing makes climbing easier, that's classified, it was the easiest to access, annnnnnd because I wasn't thinking clearly." She took a moment to catch her breath, and looked up at the girl. "Did I get it all?"
She smiled back, "Yes I believe you did. I'm Angie, it's a pleasure."
Peggy nodded. "The pleasure is all mine. Look, I didn't get what I came here for-" she had to stop herself from giving it away, because her guard had been dropped completely, "so er..." She stepped to her left to move past Angie, and Angie mirrored her motion.
"Just one second, English," Angie scolded.
Peggy wanted to object to the nickname, seeing as they were in England and practically everyone was English, but it sounded so cute coming from Angie's lips that she couldn't. "Yes?" She asked, stepping to the right.
Angie followed her again. "Is all this legal?"
Peggy bit her lip, placed her hands gently on Angie's shoulders, and spun them so that she was on the side of the door. "That's a complicated question." She slipped out into the hallway and used her forged key to lock the door. "I hate to do this, love," she whispered through the keyhole, "but I promise I'll be right back."
It didn't take long at all for Peggy to successfully obtain the documents that had been requested by Her Majesty. And she had absolutely no trouble sneaking past the guards.
The trouble began once she made it back to Angie."You can't just sweep a girl off her feet and then lock her in a food pantry!" She exclaimed once Peggy had shut the door behind her.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"No, darlin', it's my turn. Hello, I'm Angie, I'm just a lowly cook, I'm a nobody, while you, ma'am, have revealed yourself to be my soulmate, stuck me in a dumbwaiter, and wooed me in a mere matter of minutes, so I expect an explanation!"
Peggy turned a bright shade of red. She really did have to go, she was going to be late reporting back. "I honestly can't tell you..." She whispered.
"At least give me some way of finding you." Angie demanded.
"I can't, I'm sorry, I- I'll find you." And, uncertain what do to, Peggy just saluted, blew Angie a kiss, and tumbled her way out the window.