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#Post#: 19810--------------------------------------------------
Eggs, Espionage, and Endurance
By: Caterina Sforza Date: April 21, 2025, 1:27 am
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(Thought I would write a fun little rp for Peg’s late birthday
and for Easter. Low stress kinda thing)
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters — April 18th, 2025
A birthday just behind them. Easter just ahead. And 75 years of
S.H.I.E.L.D. worth celebrating.
For once, the S.H.I.E.L.D. atrium wasn’t a place of tension or
high-stakes operations. The walls were decked out in all manner
of cheerful decorations, from strings of golden lights to
vibrant pastel streamers. The unmistakable hum of celebration
filled the air, and though many of the agents were suited up,
some were dressed in spring florals or comfortable casual wear.
There was a distinct sense of camaraderie and warmth—everyone
grateful for a rare moment of downtime between missions and
meetings. And it wasn’t just S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in attendance.
Dotted throughout the room were familiar faces from across
Peggy’s long and storied life: old friends, trusted allies, and
even the occasional wild card—from Pilgrim and his agents, to a
few chaotic Florida Men she’d befriended in a bar back in the
’90s.
Several banners hung about the room, boldly declaring: “Happy
104th (Belated) Birthday, Director Carter!”, “S.H.I.E.L.D. – 75
Years of Resilience”, and—tucked cheekily away on a far wall—one
that read “Easter Egg Hunt Leaderboard:” with a magnet board of
rapidly changing names proudly displayed beneath it. What had
started as a lighthearted activity had quickly spiraled into a
headquarters-wide frenzy. Currently, the top spot belonged to
Willow—though only because Agent M. had “misplaced” his egg
somewhere in the tech room and was still “searching.” Peggy
doubted he’d be returning anytime soon.
The usual background noise of tactical alerts and classified
intel was nowhere to be heard. Instead, music filled the
space—courtesy of a playlist titled “Time Traveler’s Mix: For
When You’re 104 and Still Kickin’.” A peculiar (and slightly
unhinged) blend of swing jazz, retro hits, and some suspicious
modern remixes that had guests whispering guesses about who was
responsible.
The aforementioned 104-year-old herself casually scooped a fresh
glass of champagne from the sprawling food table. It was packed
with Easter-themed desserts, agency-decorated snacks, and a
towering birthday cake marked with a bold “104” and topped with
what could only be described as a delightfully horrendous mini
Peggy in full Captain Carter uniform. Interspersed among the
treats were old photographs—snapshots from S.H.I.E.L.D. history
and Peggy’s personal journey. Her gaze wandered back to the
leaderboard—Willow still reigned supreme, but with the kind of
creative rule-bending she was seeing tonight, that could change
at any moment. Just then, someone in an awful bunny costume
sprinted past in the distance, trailing glitter like a comet.
Peggy let out a sigh—but the small smirk tugging at the corner
of her mouth made it clear she was enjoying every second.
Peggy: “They told me this was supposed to be ‘low-key.’ If this
is ‘low-key,’ I’m terrified to see their idea of a real party.”
Nearby, Theo chuckled—sharp-eyed, and balancing a plate of food
with practiced ease. He paused at Peggy’s side. Theo: “C’mon,
Peg. You know damn well this is your kind of mess. Glitter bunny
and all. You’re always involved in chaos even if you don’t want
to admit it.”
Peggy: “I distinctly remember requesting something ‘quiet.’ One
cake, two balloons, minimal fire hazards.”
From across the room, Pilgrim raised a glass in her direction.
Pilgrim: You’ve been saying you’ve wanted something quiet and
settled since at least the Cold War. Never once got your wish.”
Peggy: No, but a woman can dream.
The music kept going, the drinks kept flowing, and the night was
still young. More agents poured in, some just to check the
leaderboard, others to join the chaotic karaoke line. A couple
of Peggy’s friends from her London days were trying to rig the
egg hunt in their favor, and somewhere in the back, a Florida
Man was challenging a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative to a
jellybean-eating contest. It was chaos. It was warmth. And it
was home and the party was in full swing.
#Post#: 19823--------------------------------------------------
Re: Eggs, Espionage, and Endurance
By: Zorbak the Ebil Moglin Date: April 21, 2025, 9:27 pm
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From the side, Quhan brings in Dufort, who reluctantly walks in.
Quhan walks Dufort over and looks to Peggy. Quhan: Happy belated
birthday. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Quhan with
Torchwood, and this is Dufort. We helped with that dinosaur land
portal fiasco. He explains.
Dufort just nods silently to Peggy in greeting, trying to hide
his discomfort in being in a social setting.
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