An Intruder!

Peggy kept a tight grip on her blanket with one hand as she slowly moved from the boat house bathroom. She kept low, the olive blanket almost like a cage, her pale skin irritated by the starchiness.

“You should have brought your clothes to the bath,” Peggy thought to herself as she could feel her skin sticking together. She had practiced basic training and stealth before but at least she was always wearing a skirt and a shirt. There wasn’t a handbook for feeling the wood cracking on your bare feet or how to make sure your breasts wouldn’t flop about in case you had to run. “At least your gun.”

She moved back into the main room of the boathouse, the fire still raging from Peggy’s short stay. Peggy moved over to the area, making sure that her pack, weapons, and more importantly her clothes were still there. She had complained to Col. Philips that she would need things sized to her…unique frame, instead of the tight skirt and jacket, but in this moment, feeling the wind graze against her bush from the opening in her blanket, she would kill for a pencil skirt.

“Thank god,” Peggy muttered as she felt the fabrics in her hand. She was never going to say anything bad about wool or cotton again. But before she could begin putting them on she heard the creaking of a floorboard and the cocking of a gun.

“Freeze American,” A Hydra soldier said.

“American?” Peggy thought to herself. Clearly whatever intel Hydra had on the SSR expected someone brighter and with a mighty shield, not realizing that he was busy dealing with Zola’s new automatons in Italy. Instead they had decided to send someone who decided that stripping off should be her first priority.

“Stand and turn to face me,” The Hydra soldier said.

Peggy did what she was told, moving to stand and facing the Hydra soldier. She never understood why a subgroup of the Third Reich decided that green and yellow would be great colors for their soldiers. They were basically like ducks in a row on the battlefield, easy to spot and easy to mow down. Of course, Agent Carter couldn’t judge considering the state of her dress.

“Raise your hands American dog,” The Hydra goon said as he looked at the odd sight in front of him. A soldier with long hair was uncommon on the frontlines, and the boathouse was far away from any major targets. But still here he was, seemingly more concerned with a blanket more than the gun he had been pointing at him.

“I’d rather not,” Peggy responded as she clutched the blanket tightly. The smart play would be raising her hands and being escorted to whatever base this low level goose stepper had made his home. Of course there was two things against that, this dummy hadn’t yet figured Peggy was a woman, and the moment she raised her hands and dropped the blanket…other ideas would cross his mind. “After all, I’m just…a tourist caught in the cold,” she lied.

“A British tourist?” The Hydra soldier said incredulously and noticed the softness to Peggy’s face. No male soldier shined . “It’s a nice trick American, but tourists don’t come to Germany, not after we destroyed their precious homeland.”

“Yes, you did,” Peggy said with gritted teeth, remembering the Blitz and the friends she lost. “But I was caught in Germany on a…university trip. Decided to explore the country and well…it was so cold on the road I decided to pop in here for some warmth, to set a fire and everything.”

Agent Carter continued to adjust the blanket around herself as she told her story, not realizing that the slit made by wrapping around her was slowly showing more and more of her thick yet strong leg and her bare feet that were constantly feeling the grain of the wood and sweating from the nearby fire.

“Maybe that’s true…but raise your hands,” The Hydra soldier said as he pointed his gun towards Agent Carter’s temple.

Peggy Carter took a deep breath. She had always considered herself a proper lady. Top of her class at Charlotte Mason with their strict uniform and etiquette requirements, first to volunteer in her community, and even was the fastest typist in the SSR. But she had always wanted more, to be one of the guys. From getting into fights to prove her honor, learning how to be a crack shot, to being one of the first people to sign up for the war. Peggy Carter was a soldier, and soldiers used everything in their arsenal to be successful in their mission.

Peggy Carter lifted her arms in the air and let the blanket drop to the floor.

“You’re…you’re…” The Hydra agent stuttered as he took in the woman in front of her. The supple breasts, the large mound of pubic hair, and her hourglass hips were a far cry from the student waif he had pictured in his head.

“Very naked,” Peggy said as she quickly covered her chest with one arm, struggling to contain the weighty breasts in one, with her other hand barely covering her bush, with several hairs peaking through her fingers. She could feel his eyes examining every curve and jiggle as she shivered in the open air. “I was trying to warm up before being…interrupted.” Her voice grew sharper.

“I see,” The Hydra soldier said as he took her in, the front didn’t offer many women, especially fine specimens like this one. It would be so tempting to march her to their base like this, a plump reward for the boys after so many months of cold annoyance. But she would freeze before they even reached there and to share such a lovely crime would be a waste. “You may dress before we march back. Tourists like yourself should not be out here.”

“I understand,” Peggy said as she moved towards her clothes. “Do you mind if you…” With her head she had indicated for the soldier to turn around.

“And miss a chance to have a private show?” The Hydra soldier said with a hunger in his eyes.

“That will be back…when we go to your base…a reward for helping an innocent tourist,” Peggy muttered. She had never considered using her body before, all the wolf whistling and staring when she bent down to pick up files were good fun. But as she felt the moisture in between her fingers she hated that subconsciously part of herself was enjoying this.

“Well then, I look forward to my reward,” The Hydra soldier said as he turned around, a smile on his face that for once pleasure could occur on the battlefield.

As he turned Peggy had gotten on her fours to check the pile, she was glad he wasn’t staring at the large bum that was up in the air as she checked her clothes for anything she could use. Going for her pack would reveal she was a soldier, and none of Peggy’s clothes had any weapons…except as she felt her bra, she remembered the wire that had been digging into her skin the whole flight over.

Agent Carter smiled as she grabbed the garment, and picked herself up, her nude figure moving towards the soldier in front of her. He felt the bra wrap around his neck as the naked assassin pulled the wire on his neck, the rough fabric of his uniform brushing against her skin as he struggled to grab Peggy, her bare breasts squished against a body that soon went limp, unfortunately for Agent Carter however a sound reverberated through the boathouse.

SNAP!

The bra had ripped in two as a dead Hydra soldier dropped to the floor, a naked an exhausted Peggy fell as well, her body dripping in sweat, as she wondered what else would this mission bring.