An Agent Carter Fanfic Peggy and Edith arrived at the dancehall before the men. Edith closed her eyes and soaked in the music as she ran her hands down the satiny material of her dress. She thought about her brother taking her to the dancehall back home. She missed those nights, stumbling back into the house, unable to stand from laughter at Charlie’s mimicry of her various partners of the night.

An Agent Carter Fanfic Edith woke to voices–male voices–coming from downstairs. Then she heard Peggy’s laugh among them and relaxed. When she dressed and came downstairs, she found Peggy standing beside the kitchen table, where Jack and another man sat. Pastel files littered the table around them. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked. Peggy spun around. “Oh, Edith! I hope we didn’t wake you.” She turned back to the table and gathered some of the files.