Happy Christmas/Hanukkah/winter holiday of choice

[acidpop25]

So I was going to write a holiday gift fic of some sort for my flist, but... I didn't, because 1) different segments of my flist are all from different fandoms, and 2) I totally forgot. So this will be your present instead! Because I love you guys and you deserve nice things.

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[acidpop25]

Sergeant Peggy Carter is really every bit as intimidating as Phillips, and even though her squad is all men she has everyone cowed. She had fought hard to get taken seriously in a man’s job, and she views Steve with a certain put-upon air of irritation. She’s perfectly nice to him, but everybody knows she’d gotten saddled with the scrawny new officer because she’s a woman and kicking up too much fuss would cost her the job she’s fought her whole life for.

The thing is, Steve has fought for it too.

“Sergeant Carter, ma’am,” Steve interjects into the conversation, “I don’t think we can trust the witness statement.” He coughs a little; all the eyes in the room are suddenly on him. “Says here he saw the attacker escape down Court Street, but there’s no way he could’ve seen that if he was in the building he says he was. It just doesn’t add up, ma’am. I think he’s hiding something.”

Peggy watches him for a long moment, during which Steve resists the urge to shift uncomfortably. “Very well. Barnes, you go have another word with our witness. Get on with your work, all of you.”

The squad disperses, and Peggy claps Steve on the shoulder. “We’ll make a detective of you yet,” she says, then walks out the door.

[soldierly]

fffff perfection *_*