Found in the Forest

(Art by Halo423!)

“Alright men,” Captain America said as he and the rest of the Howling Commandos moved into the German forrest. They had managed to take care of their mission in Spain with due haste before being redirected to recovering Agent Carter. “Peg-Agent Carter is somewhere in this forest. The objectives are to recover her and make sure the castle is destroyed.”

“I mean shouldn’t it be the reverse Steve?” Bucky responded as he gripped his gun tightly, the last few days a nightmare on his reflexes. “We destroy the castle and then find Peggy? I mean her mission was to only take out the target.”

“You say that like she wouldn’t do both,” Cap responded as the men snickered. It was increasingly driving the good Captain crazy that no one believed Peggy could do the things they did. It’s why he pulled his one favor he had with high command to send Peggy on a mission, to prove herself to the men, and so the two could actually go on missions together.

“I mean, she’s a tough broad Captain,” Dum Dum Duggan said. “But killing Hitler? Destroying an entire castle?”

As Dugan spoke the leaves rustled around them as the commandos pointed their guns in the direction of the sound as a voice called out.

“Sorry gentlemen, but you’re not going to be able to do both,” Peggy Carter said.

“You mean you, an administrator, blew up a castle and killed Hitler,” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“He was a clone, and you can see the smoke if you looked up Barnes,” Peggy explained, still not in view of any of the men.

“Sure you did Peg, how would we even know considering we can’t even see you,” Bucky teased.

“You don’t need to,” Peggy muttered.

“We actually do,” Captain America responded. “For all we know you’re a spy, or injured, or a trap. I can’t always trust a voice.”

“Fine,” Peggy Carter muttered as a pale leg emerged from behind a rock, the men being able to take in their beauty and weight as a naked Peggy Carter emerged, clinging the olive tablecloth to her body, the large fabric barely covering the agent, a nipple and bits of her bush showing through the holes of the material.

“Lost something Carter?” One of the commandos called out.

“Yeah her dignity,” Another man said.

Peggy heard the whistles and eyes on her body, and normally the agent would cower, be embarrassed, or even turned on. But she had killed, crawled though tunnels and vents, been probed, and even had a Hitler clone steal her panties. Margret Carter had had enough.

“I got to kill a Hitler today! I destroyed a castle and I achieved mission success at the cost of my so-called dignity while you boys took forever to even get here. You can make fun of me for being starkers, but I did my job. And if I see any of you make fun of me again…”

Peggy pointed her gun in one hand, holding the tablecloth with the other, exposing more of her tummy and bush in the process as she walked back towards the supply trucks she knew to be on the edge of the forrest, her shapely uncovered bum swaying.

“I will kill you all,” Peggy muttered. “Captain Rogers…I’ll need your assistance on debrief and supply assignment.”

“Yes ma'am,” Captain America said as he moved behind Peggy, his shield blocking other jarheads’ view. His Saturday night gal had came through once again.