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She thinks of Steve all of the time, in every crackle of a radio broadcast, in every gap between a letter. Angie doesn't tell her to stop.

That's something Peggy admires about her — the compassion and gratitude in Angie's heart.

"I can't believe Mr. Stark loaned us this," Angie squeals, gripping onto the wheel of the cherry-black automobile with white, satiny-soft leather covering the seats as well as the furnishings.

Autumn glows in a sunset orange-yellow, fading the leaves to match, cooling and wetting the air.

The windows fog up quickly, splattered with rain.

Peggy's name spills from her lips, hymnal, covetous, the moment before a red-faced, grinning Angie straightens up, dabbing off her forehead and fanning her loosened, silk blouse.

"Woo!" she shout-laughs, trembly and high, allowing a satisfied, disheveled Peggy to sit up in the backseat, wiping off her clear-gleaming lips and adjusting her blazer. "You sure know how to spoil me, Peg… not that I don't mind it. Gosh."

"I know you don't," Peggy says fondly, pressing a kiss to Angie's face and reveling in their joy.

Steve is gone.

She's found her partner, for dancing, for bliss and for all of what life has to offer them.

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Agent Carter/Marvel Comics are not mine. TIME FOR SAPPY AND CUTE GAY THINGS! :D I love these girls so dang much! I love Peggy/Steve too but I also love the thought of Peggy making a joyous life with another person after his loss in her life. I'M MUSHY. Okay thanks for reading and thoughts/comments welcome!