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Fic: Domestic Heroics
Title: Domestic Heroics
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Peggy, Dum Dum, and the unnamed kids from the photo
Rating: G
Summary: Three moments of the thrilling domestic life of two heroes.
Warning: set any time between Agent Carter and Peggy's 1953 interview, plus a few years *Written for 100 Words of a Hero at superhero-land.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to Marvel, Disney, other various entities, and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
"Peggy Junior?"
"No," came a dull reply.
"Well, we're not callin' her Timothy Junior." Silence. Dugan huffed dramatically and threw his hands up. “We have to call her somethin', Jack."
Peggy turned her head away from the newborn, asleep in the crib. "I already told you my choice, dear," she offered before turning back to the baby.
"Jack Junior?" he tried, already knowing her answer. "Fine," he grumbled.
Peggy smiled. "Told you I'd win, Cadie," she whispered to the baby.
Dugan made a face as she straightened and kissed his cheek. "At least you didn’t pick Aloysius."
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"There you are," Peggy said, leaning against the door frame. Raising an eyebrow, her arms crossed. "What are you doing?"
"Knitting a sweater for Number Two," Dugan replied from the sofa, not looking up from the ball of yarn he was currently trying to unravel.
"Is that a new technique?" she asked with a smirk.
He glanced up and gave her a dirty look. "Quiet, you." Peggy smiled moved to join him.
Taking care to ease herself down next to him, Peggy asked: "Can I help?"
Dugan dropped a large knot of yarn on her swollen belly. "Start pullin', Jack."
===
"Michael Steven Dugan!" Peggy shrieked as she spotted her seven-year-old son wobbling his way across a rope strung from the side of the house to the roof of the garage. She tore through the house and flung the back door open just in time to see Michael falling toward the ground.
Dugan had already caught the boy, having been standing below Michael the entire time. "Very nice," he complimented, as he lowered Michael to the ground. "Ow!" Dugan cradled his arm as Peggy pummeled him.
"What are you doing? He could have died!"
"He's fine, Peg."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Peggy, Dum Dum, and the unnamed kids from the photo
Rating: G
Summary: Three moments of the thrilling domestic life of two heroes.
Warning: set any time between Agent Carter and Peggy's 1953 interview, plus a few years *Written for 100 Words of a Hero at superhero-land.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to Marvel, Disney, other various entities, and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
"Peggy Junior?"
"No," came a dull reply.
"Well, we're not callin' her Timothy Junior." Silence. Dugan huffed dramatically and threw his hands up. “We have to call her somethin', Jack."
Peggy turned her head away from the newborn, asleep in the crib. "I already told you my choice, dear," she offered before turning back to the baby.
"Jack Junior?" he tried, already knowing her answer. "Fine," he grumbled.
Peggy smiled. "Told you I'd win, Cadie," she whispered to the baby.
Dugan made a face as she straightened and kissed his cheek. "At least you didn’t pick Aloysius."
===
"There you are," Peggy said, leaning against the door frame. Raising an eyebrow, her arms crossed. "What are you doing?"
"Knitting a sweater for Number Two," Dugan replied from the sofa, not looking up from the ball of yarn he was currently trying to unravel.
"Is that a new technique?" she asked with a smirk.
He glanced up and gave her a dirty look. "Quiet, you." Peggy smiled moved to join him.
Taking care to ease herself down next to him, Peggy asked: "Can I help?"
Dugan dropped a large knot of yarn on her swollen belly. "Start pullin', Jack."
===
"Michael Steven Dugan!" Peggy shrieked as she spotted her seven-year-old son wobbling his way across a rope strung from the side of the house to the roof of the garage. She tore through the house and flung the back door open just in time to see Michael falling toward the ground.
Dugan had already caught the boy, having been standing below Michael the entire time. "Very nice," he complimented, as he lowered Michael to the ground. "Ow!" Dugan cradled his arm as Peggy pummeled him.
"What are you doing? He could have died!"
"He's fine, Peg."