“I’m sorry,” Rogers says. “For pulling you away from your work like this.”
“I don’t mind,” Peggy tells him. Truth be told, she rather does mind, actually. Her commanding officers assume she has nothing better to do than give combat lessons to the recruit they worry will break if left in training with more able-bodied men. Rogers doesn’t even know what she does, and he appreciates her worth more than they do. It softens the blow of being ordered to neglect her own duties to train him.
The men who give the orders told her that training the candidates is, in fact, part of her duties as supervisor. They do not consider that she could break Rogers twice as easily as any of his fellow recruits.
Rogers shuffles a bit on his feet. He looks like he’s remembering the blow she dealt to Hodge on his first day. Good. (The blow might be softened by his attitude but it still stings. She allows herself a moment of pettiness to be amused by his nerves.)
“Have you ever fought before?”
“Just a bit,” he says. “Just brawls, really. Kid stuff. Buck- I mean, a friend of mine tried to teach me some, before we signed up.”
“Show me what he taught you, then.”
He does. She raises an eyebrow.
“This friend of yours,” she ventures. “He’s a tall fellow? Strong?”
She watches him try to hide his offense. “Taller than me, yeah.”
“I’m sure your friend meant well, but he’s done you a disservice. These moves are all well and good for him, but it isn’t how you win a fight.”
“They’ve worked pretty well so far.”
“Pretty well is one thing,” she says, feeling her lip curl into a snarl. “Pretty well keeps you alive. I’m going to teach you how to be something more pretty well.”
Most men, when confronted with an angry Peggy Carter, a Peggy Carter with her calm façade down and her fists up and her fangs showing, either run from her, or laugh in her face, little girl playing at being a wolf. (They tend not to be laughing for long.)
Rogers sees her flash her teeth and smiles. It’s a slow, shy thing, spreading across his face and meeting his eyes. Such a pretty shade of blue, she thinks.
Then she throws him across the room.
*grabby hands*
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