A Mission Over Berlin

(Art by MisfitRogue!)

Margret “Peggy” Carter hated heights. Something about being in the air far from the ground in case something went wrong had always bothered her. So of course as the plane shook across the Berlin sky she recalled exactly why she was even up here to begin with.

“Agent Carter, we have intel that high priority target would be at Wolfgang Castle at 1800 hours,” she recalled her superior officer telling her. Peggy was shocked, normally the Howling Commandos would be sent on such sensitive matters, not a single Agent who was normally prevented from going in the field. Of course her CO’s last line rang through her ears.

“We need a spy who can do whatever it takes to take out the high priority target. Someone who can squeeze through the cracks and do whatever must be done,” She recalled as the red light above her buzzed to life.

She looked town at her olive fatigues, excited for the first time she wouldn’t be wearing a skirt. Peggy had signed up to be a soldier, not some dame pushing pencils and filing away reports. She tied her boots one last time before ensuring her parachute and equipment were tightly attached. She took a deep breath and jumped from the plane.

From falling Germany looked pretty, the winter had captured the countryside well, but Peggy needed to focus. She had spent hours training with male soldiers on how to safely parachute to targets. Sure it meant occasionally having her rear being slapped as the signal to get out of the plane, but it meant Agent Carter could handle missions like these. A sacrifice she was willing to make.

As she pulled on her chute, the fabric escaped from the backpack catching the wind and stoping Agent Carter’s rapid descent. The problem however, was mission command didn’t tell Peggy the winds were stronger than she had practiced with.

“Bullocks!” Peggy yelled as the chute yanked her off from the soft landing she had charted, the drop zone sailing farther away as she struggled against the parachute. “No, no, no!” she muttered as she realized she needed to get back on target. She was about two miles off from where she needed to be and about twelve feet above the ground. Peggy bit her lip as she realized she was above a small pond.

“You’ve fallen before Peggy, you even swam a bit of the Channel once, you can do this,” Agent Carter said to herself as she pulled a knife from her belt and began cutting away her parachute.

SNAP!

Peggy Carter fell into the cold pond below, quickly emerging from the depths and began swimming to a small boathouse at the edge of the pond. Her body was heavy as her wool sucked in the pond water and water still blocked her eyes. Slowly she grabbed on to the wooden pier and crawled out of the pond. Heavy, tired, and quickly feeling the chill of the air around her.

She looked around, the Krauts having cleared the place out earlier meant the buxom agent was all alone. The silence cut by the creaking of a door as Peggy entered the boathouse, which seemed to be a shelter for whoever was manning the place. She didn’t care about the bed or the furniture, no, Peggy Carter was more interested in the fireplace in the corner. She piled wood quickly before lighting a match and the warm feeling of fire could be felt on her hands.

Peggy looked around for a moment, her body shivering from the cold and the soaked uniform. As far as she was concerned she was the only one there, a lone soldier looking for warmth. She bit her lip for a moment as she undid her pack and placed it on the couch. It was just her, and this high priority target wasn’t going to be in town for another day, it served no one if their one chance was killed by hypothermia…

Slowly she untied her boots and kicked them off, her wool socks somehow more damp than dry. Her hands begging to warm made quick work of the buttons of her jacket, slowly revealing a white t-shirt that was straining against the fabric of her bra and ample chest.

Peggy’s hands fumbled for her pants buttons, the military didn’t exactly make pants for a woman with Peggy’s ample button, when walking to the plane for the mission she could feel everyone staring at it, even the occasional whistle. She had always rolled her eyes at the cat calling, but as her pants fell to her ankles she wondered what the boys would think of her in just a white t-shirt with a beige bra and matching briefs.

Even now Peggy felt cold, her t-shirt still clinging to her skin and bra, it too soon joined the pile of clothes that was near the fire, leaving Agent Carter in just her underwear. It should have been enough, heaven knows Peggy was feeling warmer as the fire raged on.

“The wire’s killing me though,” Peggy thought to herself. “And there’s not anyone nearby. If my health was compromised…this is for the mission Peggy, the mission.”

Her hands moved to the back of the bra, fiddling with the clasp before hearing a crack and straps falling behind her back. Peggy Carter pried the bra from her chest, revealing an ample pair of d-cup breasts. Her soft white skin was contrasted nicely by her rosy nipples. Peggy had taken to binding them a bit on missions, either with bandages or bras, but having them out in the open, warmed by the fire was a feeling she hadn’t felt since the war was started.

She gently gripped them with her hands and massaged them, ensuring their warmth after the slight dip in the pond.

“You know ol’ girl, one of these days you’re going to get me in trouble,” Peggy laughed to herself as she looked at her beige briefs. At this point she had forgotten about the cold and her swim. She had survived a rough entry but still felt like she was smothered. If all her gear was dry she wouldn’t have to worry about a cold trek. And it wasn’t like the Howling Comandos were hear to scold her for lack of…ladylike manners.

“Keeping warm and dry is important Margret,” she reminded her self as she slid off the cream colored briefs inch by inch. As she did her pubic mound quickly became visible. The large bush created by a lack of razors in the field. If the men couldn’t shave then Peggy thought neither should she, leading to the bit of…jungle warfare going down underneath. Still the cream briefs joined their fallen soldiers on the pile as Peggy grabbed a warm blanket and drifted a bit to sleep. She had made it to the war, naked as the day she was born. Surely things would have to get better from here.