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 I never trust a narcissist..., @DAMON GRAYSON
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The five inch black heels that Peggy frequently wore around the offices of the Strategic Scientific Reserve clicked noisily against the hard floor as she exited her own office and bee-lined for the office belonging to one of the many others that were employed beneath the same organization that Peggy and Grant both aligned themselves with. A note - slightly crumbled in her closed hand - seeming to be the instigator of what was sure to be a clearly heated conversation if her current rage, which she was sure many were seeing and feeling for themselves as she walked past, was any indication.

Had the SSR's provided notepad not been used, the sender of the note would have been left open to interpretation. Despite the fact that they weren't as vastly funded as, say, NASA... Peggy's place of employment did ensure necessities were provided. That included individual, personalized notepads for everyday use. Peggy's own, for example, was initialled at the bottom on each individual note in red cursive lettering. The sender of this note had his name spelled out in bold black; professional, simple...

Her free hand worked the doorknob to the man's office; brown eyes taking in the sight of him reclining in his office chair she closed the space between herself and his desk. Her hand slapping the note down on top of it; it wasn't her usual greeting. Though, truth be told, given how cold Damon Greyson had been towards her from day one, her greetings tended to skip a day or six when she wasn't feeling up to being the better person.

She wasn't sure if it was because of her history with the SSR, her recognition through the organization or if it was because her position technically held seniority over his despite the decades she had no longer been part of their world. Sure, that could easily rub someone the wrong way; to work towards something for a number of years only to have two new faces thrust into the mix with enough history to earn them what some might consider favouritism...

Those that saw Grant and Peggy's positions as such were the ones that couldn't comprehend all that they had accomplished in the war. The blood they had crawled through, the bodies they had crawled over, the shots they had fired and the bullets they had endured, themselves.; Peggy's own right shoulder a clear example of two of the bullets she had taken during that time.

The two had given their lives up in hopes of making a difference. In hopes of sparing the lives that they had continued to fight for, regardless of their own health and their own injuries. They had given up the chance to see the war end and the celebrations hit the streets in waves of tears, cheering, embraces... They had sacrificed their own future together; marriage, a house of their own, children... Many had recognized that, of course, but there were still the odd few that seemed to be unmoved by all that had happened to many years ago and only focused on what continued to happen - albeit in smaller doses - in this world today.

"What the bloody hell is this?" A single red-painted fingernail tapped the note angrily, one that rang all too familiar for the brunette standing in front of his desk given the number of times her own desk had been the home to the lunch orders the males back in her home years deemed her responsible for prior to her introduction and her involvement with the super solider project.

"You best give me a valid reason as to why this was on my desk before I give you five valid places you can shove it..."

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Damon hadn't been in the New Orleans office for too long, he had traveled all over with the SSR, and recently they decided the best place for him to be was New Orleans. If he believed in a higher power, he would definitely blame the current situation on it.

He had gone years with no contact with his pack, having been one of the few to survive a horrible attack in the NorthWest, he had run and never looked back. There was always the fear that if he looked hard enough, he would learn that no one else was alive, and Damon wasn't the type to go looking for more survivors guilt than he already had to endure.

Damon knew that if they were alive, they would find him eventually. He was never the most proactive member of the pack, anyway. Yet, here they were, and he had found them. Stumbled upon them in an online chat room to be exact. He knew a pack meeting was impending, but he wasn't concerned. Popping back up in their lives when they least expected it was much too fun.

The reunion via internet did rattle him a bit more than he had let on. Let's be real, the last thing he expected was for him and Geoff to be in the same chat room together. That's some shit out of an alternate universe if he's ever seen it. The pack never really welcomed him like they did others, which was mostly because of Damon's own attitude. He knew that. But it still made a part of him miss his real family.

Damon hadn't even given them much thought since he disappeared at 15. He wasn't sure if they had looked for him, and that was a decade ago. His brother would be turning 29 this year, soon, too. That was what had him doing a quick google search in the quiet of his office in the middle of a busy workday.

Luca Grayson had multiple active social media accounts and, as far as Damon could tell, was living a good life. He looked the same as he remembered. Scrolling through the multitude of links that google had to offer, one in particular caught his eye. Eugene mother killed in a hit-and-run. and in the little caption that the search gods choose to grace you with Maggie Grayson, mother of 3, was taking her youngest child to a doctor's visit when her car was struck by an unidentified vehicle. She was killed instant--

His brow furrowed as he moved to click on the article. That was his mother, that was the story of how she died, but he was certain he didn't have a younger sibling. The article was still loading as his door burst open and Peggy Carter stormed in.

Damon hadn't been in this office for very long, but he had already made his opinions about most of the people there. The woman in front of him and her husband weren't high on his list. Peggy and Grant Carter may have well been gods to their co-workers and Damon thought it was the biggest joke. Don't get it twisted, Damon had the highest respect for war heroes, he understood that the sacrifices they made back then were amazing and blah blah blah, but they had no place being here.

Damon didn't trust them, and Peggy was worse than Grant because he had yet to see her actually shut up and listen. They were at each others throats constantly because neither would ever back down to the other. So earlier in the day, he had slipped the lunch orders on her desk while she had been out as a bit of a joke. It was just icing on the cake that she was this livid about it.

And as much as Damon wanted her out of his office so he could continue the research he had so casually started, he couldn't resist. "Thought you could use something to do, darling. You don't mind, do you? I'm starving. An innocent smile on his face as he moved the mouse to minimize the screen. The last thing he needed was someone, especially Peggy effing Carter, in his personal life. This was a workplace, and while some people treated their co-workers like family, Damon liked to keep relationships on a respectable level.

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There were very, very, very few ways to push Peggy's buttons; it wasn't too often that someone found themselves on her bad side. She had always prided herself on being understanding and compassionate; as a woman that had lived in an era where women were heavily discriminated against, Peggy felt it was easier to let the 'bad days' and 'grumpy attitudes' slide when faced with them. It could be worse, after all. Those 'bad days' and 'grumpy attitudes' could easily be so much more than a co-worker (or a stranger) simply being bitter and slightly rude because life wasn't quite going their way.

That wasn't to say there wasn't the odd close-minded person that enjoyed reminding women - like Peggy - of their alleged insignificance. There had been a comment or two made since her move to New Orleans that centered around her lack of presence in the kitchen, though most comments these days revolved around her obvious accent which had many wishing her back to 'whatever country she came from'. Those, of course, were easy to laugh and brush off.

The more serious comments - typically made by men like Geoff, a not-so-friend of hers - tended to dig a little deeper under her skin. Just enough to stir a reaction, though who wouldn't react to a man telling you that they wanted to slap you for standing up for yourself? The man was lucky that Peggy hadn't been face-to-face when he had let that comment slide, needless to say.

Even now, some of the most polite and accepting co-workers that she and Grant had come to know had a hard time wrapping their minds around the fact that he had taken her name. That she would never be an Edwards - as he had been - and he was now a Carter, as she was. It grew tiresome to explain it was their choice - Grant's choice - and that they were comfortable and content with it; society wasn't used to such a thing. It wasn't normal, but slowly people seemed to be growing used to the change. Slowly.

Perhaps somewhere between Trump and his rally of immigrant-hating supporters, Geoff and his sexist bigotry, society and its confusion over Grant and Peggy's marital preferences and co-workers leaving lunch orders on her desk... Peggy had seen the end of her rope of patience.

The brunette could practically feel her blood boiling as Damon referred to as his usual go-to, darling. It was never a term of endearment so much as his attempt to purposely try to dig himself under her skin. She had absolutely no idea why he had such an adverse reaction to she and Grant bring brought back to assist the SSR much as they had decades ago; he seemed to be the only one that was on the suffering end of the spectrum.

For some reason, that had him wanting her to suffer right alongside him.

"Do I mind?" Had she no class, Peggy would have answered that question with a right hook to the chin. She couldn't deny how tempting that truly was... nor could she deny how much satisfaction she would receive from doing just that. Still, there was a time, a place and a reason for everything. Knocking him down would have to wait.

"I do mind, actually. Contrary to your beliefs, my job description doesn't include fetching lunch for those that choose to sit on their asses all day." Her words were met by the sound of her slowly tearing the lunch order in half before continuing to tear it into smaller pieces; her brown eyes never leaving his. "I have cases to be working on; life and death matters that require my attention, so if you would like to waste my time with your frivolous attempts at ticking me off? I'd advise you think twice..."

Tossing the lunch order she had turned into confetti to Damon, Peggy found slight satisfaction in watching the small pieces of paper cover both him and his floor, though that wasn't her idea of payback... That was merely the distraction.

Peggy was an observant being by nature, even in the more modern era she had been thrust into. She had quickly learned that the sudden clicking of a computer mouse when one approached a desk was a desperate attempt to shield whatever was on a computer screen from other eyes. Minimizing a screen in hopes no one saw what you were up to when left to your own devices.

Now, Peggy very much doubted that Damon was up to anything illegal or perverse; the SSR did monitor things fairly thoroughly in fear of potential leaks or breaches of security, but that didn't stop the occasional agent from using their downtime at work to catch up on cases they wanted to keep from others eyes and hands, or from using the computers there in the office for more personal reasons. Either way? Peggy had a hunch he was working on something that he didn't quite want her seeing...

Her foot nudged the button on the power bar next to his desk; the sound of his computer clicking off bringing a beaming smile to the brunette's face as any trace of work he had been immersed in - personal or otherwise - was ripped from him.

"Oops... You really should mind the power bar; anyone could waltz in here and accidentally nudge it..."

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Damon knew perfectly well she hated being asked for such trivial things as lunch. Peggy was from a time where that was all she was expected to do and it was amusing to Damon to toss her back to her rightful decade.

Damon, much like Geoff, had always liked it better that way. It was easy and simple. The man does the protecting and providing and the woman cooks, cleans, and takes care of the children. There was no way in hell he would ever have agreed to take a woman's last name upon marriage and he personally thought Grant was insane for agreeing to it.

Their way of life just baffled Damon, and he knew he wasn't the only one. Others just kept their mouths shut. And Damon had never been skilled in that area, especially with women like Peggy Carter. As she shredded up the paper, there was a hint of a smile on his face. She was actually pissed. "And I have to rewrite it, too? What a shame, guess I'll have to sit here some more to make sure it's done correctly."

Damon was a good agent. He worked hard to be where he was at the SSR and he prided himself on the amount of downtime he was allowed because he had damn well earned it. Her little comments about how he didn't do any work never bothered him because they both knew she was wrong.

She worked too, he wasn't blind, after all. He knew that. But he didn't like her being there. She got in the way and she was an insufferable know it all and that drove him nuts. She acted like she was so much better than him. Talking like her work was so much more important and then switching the power off on his computer on purpose.

"Now who's being petty." He raised his eyebrows calmly, a little surprised at the passive aggressive move. He was determined to not let her see how annoyed he was. Wit Google being as finicky as it was, he'd have to type exactly what he wanted to find, and now that it wasn't just something that had fallen into his lap he would have to actually go searching for information that could potentially shatter the world as he knew it. Was he ready for that?

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Peggy knew that something as age-old as sexism wasn't easily quelled; even in the day and age she and Grant had been awoken in, superiority complexes still thrived, though more so in quiet and secrecy than out in the open in most cases.

There would never be a day when acceptance was unmatched; there would always be someone eager to discriminate against another based on their gender, their sexual orientation, the colour of their skin, their age, their disability or illness... it was a battle that would never cease, even though such things were growing more and more unheard of as the years passed.

Had Peggy been expecting to reclaim and resume her position among men that still viewed her as less than their equal? Not entirely, given all she had learned of today's world upon awaking in it. It had been told to her that the world was generally more accepting of women; women had accomplished a great lot since the time Peggy had last lived, though even she knew that such a thing was far too good to be true. There would always be one.

Damon was one of the few that had acted as though he were personally offended or personally victimized upon learning that Grant had taken Peggy's last name when they had wed. It was somewhat amusing to Peggy some days, but others it irritated her more than she cared to admit, simply because Grant hardly deserved to be on the receiving end of disapproval after all he had done for the country they all continued to thrive in.

"If you do decide to re-write it, feel free to leave it on Mr. Carter's desk." Not because Grant was someone Peggy wished to pawn something like lunch orders on, but because it would be far too amusing to witness his reaction to such a thing after knowing all Peggy had endured with the men of their era demeaning her to running their errands. Still, she knew Damon wouldn't be willing to pick that fight; they both knew he wouldn't be the one left standing if he did.

Shrugging her shoulders gently at his words, Peggy feigned innocence. "It was a simple accident; you really should keep the power bar hidden. It could be quite the hazard should someone trip and stumble over it..." Both knew that that hadn't been the case, but neither were willing to call out the situation for what it truly was.

"Now, I would be more than happy to let you get back at this pathetic excuse for work just as soon as you apologize for your tastelessness."

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Damon couldn't decide if he was more annoyed at her for just being her or for her actions causing him to lose potentially life changing information. To make matters worse, she was completely ignorant of what she had just done.

Damon thought about how unlikely it would be for a male to do what she had just done, and that only solidified his opinion of her. Women were reckless and didn't think about what they did when they were angry or emotional. They didn't belong in this type of work.

If she really had any respect for the company or their work, she would never have risked an assignment the way she just had. "Yeah, but if I were to really apologize, it would mean I'd have to care...and I just don't." He shrugged.

He looked back at his computer screen, now completely ignoring her presence, as he turned his computer back on. The quiet whirring of motors was the only noise in the room and he refused to look up, waiting for her to decide what to do.

The way he saw it, anything she did now would only make her look more dramatic. He knew she wouldn't want to do that because it would just fuel the fire and end with an endless amount of lunch orders each day for the rest of eternity.

The agent had better things to do than pester his female coworkers, obviously, but it brought some entertainment to his day and none of the higher ups really called him on it, so what was the harm? Besides his superiors at work, the only person he'd actually listen to was Geoff, and they shared the same feelings on Peggy and Grant Carter it seemed. Damon wasn't particularly concerned.

He hadn't even seen or spoken to the pack much since returning. He knew enough to know the details but there were still missing pieces to the story he hadn't quite figured out. There would be time for that eventually. He would most likely need to discuss this family situation if anything came out of it, but he had still kept his distance from the pack. That wasn't unusual for Damon. Even when they had been together, they were at odds quite often.

He wouldn't leave them, though. There was still a loyalty there and now that he had found them alive, he had to stay. The biggest challenge now would be figuring out his place in the new dynamic and adding the new component of his life, the SSR, to it seamlessly. He wasn't willing to give anything up at this point, so there would have to be some give and take somewhere else.

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It was almost amusing to Peggy, someone that had worked this line of work far longer than the man sitting before her, to see that he felt entitled to his position with the S.S.R., and that he felt (for whatever reason) as though she were the unworthy one. She understood all too well the definitive lines that sexism tended to mark in the sands, but hadn't she proven herself as more than capable of handling her position, or was it a mere jealousy on this man's behalf that he hadn't been given a war to assist in ending?

Regardless, Peggy hadn't stood for the snide remarks or the belittling comments decades ago when they had been a regular occurrence, and she sure as hell wouldn't be tolerating them now. Especially when she was thriving in what was supposed to be the age of acceptance.

"I'd hate to have to make you care..." Her accented words were spoken carefully enough to prevent them from sounding like a threat. That wasn't what this confrontation was about, even if she felt the slightest bit inclined to throttle the man half to death merely for his actions and comments towards her.

"You see... I've learned how to navigate the touchy subject of sexism well over seventy years ago when it was a daily expectation. That was well before the age of human resources, social media, lawsuits..." There hadn't been nearly as many women willing to take a stand for their rights as there were today. Really, it was a beautiful thing, one that Peggy was quite proud to be part of. Feminism was at its highest; who wouldn't be proud of that?

Crossing her arms over her chest, Peggy kept her focused eyes on him. Unwilling to break eye contact to ensure he was able to see for himself just how serious she was as she stood there before him. "I can make your life here a living hell, so you'd do best to refrain from playing any more of these pathetic practical jokes. Understand?"

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He was unphased by her threats. They were cute, really. But what could she do? All he had done was simply request lunch...something anyone in the office would usually be happy to do. "Hey, just because you're so high and mighty and can't handle a simple lunch run don't get mad at me."

It was more than that. It was obvious to both of them, but there was little she could actually prove. Damon wasn't an idiot. He knew what time he lived in, and he was aware of what he said in front of who.

Peggy was always like this, going from zero to sixty in a matter of minutes. It was what entertained Damon the most. She tried so hard to act like he didn't ruffle her feathers but then she'd slip up and they'd be standing there with the threat of HR hanging in the air.

That's how Damon knew he could get to her. Always. Every single time. It was like clockwork with her and it made messing with her so easy it almost took the fun out of it. But, damn it was still fun.

Damon laughed as he readjusted his seat, opening a few windows on his newly rebooted computer to get started on everything he had been working on before she had so rudely interrupted. "I have some pretty important work to do, though, if you don't mind."

He wasn't going to give her the pleasure of saying he understood her threat. That would never happen. He had too much confidence in his job and skill level. The department would never let him go over something like this. And how was she supposed to go public with a job like this? Kinda took the point out of secret agent work if you ran to Twitter every time someone upset you at work.

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