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rogue. ([personal profile] theycalledmeacurse) wrote in [community profile] fateandfortune2016-01-24 02:12 am

Defying Convention [For Peggy]

Being back in the 1940’s was… difficult, to say the least. Rogue tried her best to fit in and not draw too much attention to herself, but sometimes she opened her mouth and the exact wrong thing came out and got her into trouble – that wrong thing usually being one insult or another to a chauvinistic pig who thought he was the universe’s gift to womankind. She just couldn’t stand that, and it clearly didn’t matter who the guy was, she’d just lay into him, consequences be damned.

Which was why she was on her third job in as many months since getting her new identity set up. She just kept ending up working for assholes who treated their female employees like second-class citizens. It was appalling, and every time it happened she found herself missing the future fiercely. Sure, things may not have been perfect then, but it had certainly been better than this.

And most of the women just accepted it, not realizing that they could stand up for themselves, or just being too scared to try. There were a few exceptions to the rule, though, little sparks of hope that Rogue found herself drawn to. One of those exceptions was sitting at a table along the back wall of the restaurant, or whatever they called this type of place in this era, right where she’d said she’d be. Peggy Carter had been an intriguing mystery since she’d first laid eyes on her, when the other woman had stepped in to help deal with a mugger who had picked the wrong southern belle to rob. Rogue hadn't exactly needed the help, but the gesture had been very much appreciated and so she'd insisted upon repaying the good deed with dinner, or at the very least a cup of coffee. It had taken a lot of persuading, but now here they were.

Smoothing out the skirt of her green dress with hands that were blissfully bare thanks to her newfound (if tentative) control in this era, she stepped through the door and headed toward her dining companion.
filing: (blessed with certain thoughts)

[personal profile] filing 2016-01-25 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Peggy tried her very best not to assume things of people (well, except for assuming that men were going to underestimate her) but she also never took it for granted that someone else might be able to dispatch an opponent as quickly as she might, so she'd been pleasantly surprised to find the woman she helped hadn't entirely needed said help. That was part of the reason she'd been so reticent to accept the invitation; she didn't feel comfortable accepting thanks for something she didn't do much of. Or at all, really, but there you were.

Ultimately, though, it had been meant in kindness and so Peggy accepted it so. She was trying to get a bit better at connecting to people, difficult as it could be, so it had been in that way fortuitous.

"Hello," she called out, bright as she could. "No trouble along the way?"
filing: (rising up in a beaten down world)

[personal profile] filing 2016-01-26 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
Peggy smiled, though there was a tinge of sadness to it. She understood the implications, and just because handling was probable didn't make it okay. But she wasn't going to dwell on that if she wasn't invited to, that wasn't good conversation in the slightest.

"Marie," Peggy returned, nodding as she took her hand. "That's a lovely name. Rather more timeless than Peggy, I think. Not as if I'm one to go self-deprecating about something like that, of course." She chuckled. It wasn't meant that way, simply as an observation.
filing: (wind is picking us up & putting us down)

[personal profile] filing 2016-01-27 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I can only imagine," Peggy agreed. "I wasn't the only Margaret I ever met, but there are countless nicknames, we mostly managed to distinguish ourselves. Meg and Greta and --" here she shuddered, making it perfectly clear she'd been on the unwilling receiving end of this particular diminutive -- "Marge."

A little shrug. This was the sort of conversation that often eluded her with her male coworkers, and given that they were her usual companions, it was nice to find the opportunity. Something lighthearted but not empty, entirely.
filing: (love me alone for my skill and grace)

[personal profile] filing 2016-01-31 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
On top of how awful it was, of course, there was the fact that most of the times she'd had it thrown at her, it had been done in the most condescending way. (Then again, ninety percent of the time whatever she was called, she was called it condescendingly. One of the many downsides of her coworkers.) "Thank you, I think," she chuckled. "It's what I'm used to."

She wasn't herself a particularly sociable person, keeping most at arm's length out of worry for their well-being, so this was a welcome difference. Perhaps she felt a bit more at ease with Marie knowing she could handle herself, or perhaps it was just lucky timing.
filing: (use them to such great accomplishment)

[personal profile] filing 2016-02-10 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, not to fret! I know the feeling.]

Peggy shrugged casually. "I'll admit half the time I'm just in for tea or coffee that I didn't have to make myself," she said. "Most of it that I've had is passable, at the very least."

Having people was a blessing, one that Peggy had herself only recently made up her mind to seek out. Close people were an easy way to get hurt, but she was learning to manage the risk.
filing: (have to learn to share with one another)

[personal profile] filing 2016-02-11 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Strictly speaking I'm capable of cooking, but after a long day I find I don't often want to," Peggy explained, sighing cheerfully. She was neither a domestic sort of person nor an avidly undomestic sort, not hardly the extreme that most people around her expected.

That was so often the story of things, though, finding that extremes weren't always accurate, and lately Peggy had been learning that that was even true in her personal life. Gut instinct wasn't always correct, but it wasn't the worst thin to trust sometimes.
filing: (while i await the turning moon)

[personal profile] filing 2016-02-12 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Immediately Peggy's eyebrow went up. "A boarding school, really!" she exclaimed. "That must be equal parts fascinating and horrifying. I'd never have the patience for it, so I admire those that do."

For the moment she didn't touch on the mention of a husband, as -- well, that could be a sore spot. She had no way of knowing.
filing: (where the air is clear and i can see)

[personal profile] filing 2016-02-14 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Peggy's eyes widened and she nodded respectfully. "Good on you for making it out alive," she laughed. "I'm sure it was an adventure. I was at boarding school my entire childhood, I can remember the sort of chaos we incited. What did you teach?"

This sort of conversation was simple. Still the sort of thing Peggy was learning to adjust to again but welcome.
filing: (just like any other gadabout)

[personal profile] filing 2016-02-15 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
It was convenient, then, that Marie liked it, because Peggy was not exactly one for laughing constantly. She didn't often have good cause to, at least any farther than a wry chuckle.

Conveniently, though, she was the sort of woman who approved of the notion of self-defense classes and just assumed it was some sort of military school for the gifted, or some such. "Oh, c'est bon," she exclaimed. "I'm nowhere near fluent, but I picked up a bit during the war. How marvelous that must have been, getting to share a passion for subjects with children."