Off the Cliffs!

Peggy Carter had always loved driving. In London before the war she had managed to sign up for the classes at Charlotte Mason, the school having a fleet of automobiles to let the ladies of the time be self-sufficient, another skill to make them attractive to future partners and lovers. For Peggy however, it meant freedom, the ability to drive around the city with her brother who had usually found some bar with a big band.

As she felt the wind in her hair, driving across the German countryside, Agent Carter wondered what Michael would think about his sister, the field agent. Of course as she hit a bump on the road her chest bounced a bit, even bundled under her tight t-shirt and a wool jacket, gravity was never her friend.

The Hydra goon’s jeep was shockingly well made compared to what intel SSR received. The clutch felt good in Peggy’s hands as she continuously tested the vehicle, her foot hard on the gas.

“Alright, we know we’re going to have to enter through the caverns,” Peggy thought to herself as she looked at the passenger seat and a map laid out, marked with pencils and pen, anything the soldier could mark to figure the best approach for her mission. The problem was that Agent Carter had to look away from the road.

The London streets were always easy to predict, the sloping German roads however require attentive focus. Something Peggy’s overeagerness had forgotten as she quickly looked up to see the fence in front of her.

“Shit!” Peggy yelled as she turned hard on the wheel, the car swerving harshly as Peggy tried to regain control of the vehicle. The clutch may have been strong, but the steering and brakes were less than great. “Come on, come on you hunk of Hydra junk, we are not dying before proving ourselves!” Agent Carter tried to hit the breaks, but the vehicle refused to stop, a wonderful problem of the Allies finally breaking Hydra’s supply line.

The jeep continued to spin out of control as Peggy’s arms strained against the wheel, sweat dripping off her brow as she began to realize this was a losing a fight. She knew there was two options, bail out of the car and spend a six hour hike to the caverns or…do what Captain America would do.

“OK, remember your training,” Peggy thought to herself as she cut the wheel hard as the jeep broke the barricade and plunged towards the wilderness below.

The harsh thud the jeep made when it landed shook Peggy, her body aching from trying to control the jeep and weave it through the trees. The downhill slope seemed close to the target, but it wouldn’t matter if her body was lying in a burning wreckage.

“OK…we’re going to need to jump for it,” Peggy thought to herself. “You can do this, you can do this. Just like Michael did when they nearly got us for stealing the headmistress’ underwear. Fearless and brave.”

Agent Carter grabbed the bag and maps and kicked open the jeep door. She saw a brief clearing ahead, all it would take was good timing and a bit of luck.

“One…two…THREE!” Peggy yelled as she leapt out of the the Jeep right as it hit a tree. The small explosion ringed through the remote forrest, as the agent rolled in the dirt and snow for a brief moment. Her boots scuffed, a few small tears developing on her pants, but otherwise Agent Carter was seemingly OK.

“Well, I’m not filling that in the expense report,” Peggy muttered to herself as she saw the wreckage. She took a deep breath for a moment before beginning to walk in the direction she believed the caverns to be. But as she started out from the wreckage, she still couldn’t escape the smoking smell, and the fact that she felt hotter than she should in what was a cold winter in Germany

She turned to face the flames licking at the back of her jacket.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Peggy uttered as she quickly whipped off her jacket and tried to stamp it out, her heavy boots awkwardly flailing about. But it was no use as the green jacket slowly burnt away on the freshly covered snow.

Peggy panted as she looked at the wreckage for the first time she was longing for the comfort of the boathouse and the blanket she still carried in her backpack. Instead she shivered in her tight white t-shirt and drab olive pants. The soft pink nipples were clearly visible from the sweat that had slowly stained the shirt. Her nipples errect and wanting to break free.

“OK Margret,” Peggy thought to herself. The cavern’s only two miles out. Two miles in the cold, you can do it.” She picked her pack up and secured it to her chest, her breasts framed perfectly by the middle strap. She bent over, her panty lines visible as they hugged snugly against her pants as she placed her snub nosed revolver in her right wool sock. Peggy was nearing her target and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be caught off guard ever again.