By Taking Care of Herself and an Inventory

(Art by MisfitRogue!)

“You just had to be a heavy bloke,” Peggy Carter said as she dragged the Hydra soldier across the floor of the boathouse. The sound of his boots dragging across the floor were like nails to a chalkboard, especially compared to faint bare footsteps of Peggy. The naked woman had gone into problem solving mode the moment the Hydra agent hit the ground. Any sane person would dress quick before dumping a body, but Peggy Carter needed to act quick, and it wasn’t like anyone would care about the lack of dress after her visitor’s…quick exit.

As she entered the bathroom, Peggy Carter began looking through the soldier’s pockets and found ammo, the keys to a jeep, and orders in German.

“My weren’t you surprisingly important,” Peggy said as the orders mentioned that whoever this poor bloke was to guard the entry to the caverns below Wolfgang Castle. Meaning Agent Carter had just figured out how to get to her target with ease. She smiled as she dumped the soldier in the bathtub. If he was the only one looking for strays he could enjoy his final rest in the tub.

Peggy smiled before catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her brown hair a mess from the struggle, her piercing blue eyes peeking out from the strands that fell on her face. For a moment Agent Carter had forgotten her…stark state, even enjoying the fact she was able to do things a regular grunt would do without being judged. The slight dirt and sweat her body was accumulating a badge of honor, even the slight excitement down below reminded her of the joys of field work.

Peggy eyed the shower for a moment, it would be so easy to wash the sweat off her body, the warm water coursing against every curve, every fold. She bit her lip for a moment before grabbing one of the towels left from the previous owner, quickly wiping herself down, the fuzziness of the towel feeling warmer and welcoming than the stiff wool she would soon be surrounding herself in.

Her hands drifted once again down to her brown bush, feeling the wetness and the shame at the same time. This time one of her roving fingers slightly entered her womanhood, as Peggy let out a soft moan. The excitement of finally being here was beginning to catch up to her, with her basic instincts telling her to finish the job before moving out. Her brain however quickly stoped her exploration as she focused the towel on her excitement.

As Peggy finished drying herself she moved back to the living room of the boathouse. Her breasts swayed as Peggy kept moving, no longer bound to a shirt, bra, not even a blanket. Normally at this point she would try to cup them or contain them, but the buzz of killing an enemy agent had put a bit more of a stride in Peggy Carter’s step. As much as it would be nice to stay here, the dead Nazi in the bathtub was a reminder that Agent Carter had a job to do as she finally made it back to her pile of clothes.

The large cotton briefs felt nice in her hands. A lot of the secretaries and fellow ladies had managed to find silk and nylon pairs that would draw eyes to them. Peggy had asked, demanded even, regulation cotton briefs. The cream pair hugged her rear perfectly as the elastic waistband grazed her navel ever so slightly.

The wool socks were finally dry, the scratchy garment would keep Peggy’s feet warm as she dredged across the winter landscape, but part of her was enjoying the feeling of her bare feet gliding off of floors.

“Get those thoughts out of your head Margret,” Peggy thought to herself as she lifted one leg up from the floor and bounced a bit, trying to get the wool socks on post haste. “Being starkers is a good way to get a reputation you don’t want. And you don’t want to catch a cold. Picture it, the naked sneezing girl being marched up to Hitler’s quarters. Something out of those pulp novels Barnes likes so much.”

As she finished hopping around her soft hands grabbed her wool pants and quickly pulled them up, the drab olive covering her white skin and cream briefs. It had been a fight to get these pants, with Peggy having to demonstrate to a private audience that the wool skirt female members of the SSR wore would be less than optimal on field missions. It meant that somewhere deep in the SSR archives there were pictures of Peggy flashing her white briefs. Still as she moved her legs, she knew the embarrassing exercise was worth it.

Peggy looked at the remaining pile for her bra next. She had hated the damn thing but understood its importance as she looked down at her chest. Her nipples were still flushed from the cold, with both erect and ready to be pushed back in their cotton home, except Agent Carter couldn’t find them anywhere.

“Where did I leave that bloody thing?” Peggy asked before her eyes turned to the cotton garment torn in two on the floor.

“No, no, no,” Carter mumbled as she picked it up in her hands. The wire was bent out of shape, the fabric torn, the straps broken. The girls would not be contained for the rest of this mission and there was no time to see if the boathouse had bandages to try and squish Peggy back to a pert hourglass form.

She took a deep breath before putting the white t-shirt on and tucked it into her pants. The cotton fabric stretched over her body, the material thinning around where her chest was. The hint of soft pink areolas clearly visible through it.

“It’s not that bad, it’s not that bad,” Peggy thought to herself as she draped her olive jacket over it. There was no time to worry about silly things like her nipples, Peggy had a mission to do, and if it meant flopping a bit more than she did when running it was a risk she was going to take.

As she strapped on her pack Peggy Carter finally looked at her briefing packet. Headquarters had been very much quiet on who exactly they had sent Agent Carter to go kill. As she ripped open the packet, a familiar and harsh face could be seen, everyone on the Allies could recognize that thin square mustache. SSR had sent Agent Carter to kill Adolf Hitler.

“Bloody Hell,” Peggy said out loud as she moved to the Jeep outside. There was work needed to be done.