The office M moved into upon her succession to the throne of MI6 had all the trappings of a male predecessor. This was fine by her. Utilitarian, streamlined, a little on the dark side. There was even a liquor cabinet behind the desk, of which she approved. She'd changed very little. A few new trappings, a new computer, and a few old bottle of bourbon that had been a gift from an old friend a long time ago. God bless Howard Stark. The man always did have impeccable taste. She'd settled into routine quite quickly and quite nicely. Day in, day out, she herded double ohs, navigated international politics, and kept her entire operation from becoming more than a rumour. She ran a tight ship. She was good at it. However, today was something of an anniversary. The day's work done, she took a moment to recognize it. Pouring herself a generously sized glass of that bourbon, she walked towards the window. Standing there, she thought of planes, a photo in a locket, and that blasted shield. M did not sigh. She was not the sighing sort. Peggy threw back a generous mouthful of the bourbon instead, and tried not to think too much complete with the knowledge she would fail.
The office M moved into upon her succession to the throne of MI6 had all the trappings of a male predecessor. This was fine by her. Utilitarian, streamlined, a little on the dark side.
There was even a liquor cabinet behind the desk, of which she approved.
She'd changed very little. A few new trappings, a new computer, and a few old bottle of bourbon that had been a gift from an old friend a long time ago. God bless Howard Stark. The man always did have impeccable taste.
She'd settled into routine quite quickly and quite nicely. Day in, day out, she herded double ohs, navigated international politics, and kept her entire operation from becoming more than a rumour. She ran a tight ship. She was good at it.
However, today was something of an anniversary. The day's work done, she took a moment to recognize it.
Pouring herself a generously sized glass of that bourbon, she walked towards the window. Standing there, she thought of planes, a photo in a locket, and that blasted shield.
M did not sigh. She was not the sighing sort.
Peggy threw back a generous mouthful of the bourbon instead, and tried not to think too much complete with the knowledge she would fail.
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Headcanon for the conflictverse was partially influenced by Katt, who linked M to Peggy from 'Captain America', which despite the awkward timeline, has remained in place because HOT DAMN.
Oh, Howard Stark. If you could see your son now. :)
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Conflict-verse is so rad. So very, VERY rad.
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My work here is done.
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M just writes herself, I swear. The whole conflictverse is just...insane. I'm glad you enjoyed dear!
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