*Part 1 is mostly buildup.* [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t2altt/peggy_and_steve_at_comic_con_part_2_mfstrangers/) *has some steamy parts, but nothing too explicit.* [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t2bhgt/peggy_and_steve_at_comic_con_part_3_mfstrangers/)*is for adults only. While I hope you enjoy all three parts, I understand if some people want to just right to Part 3.*
He woke up in the middle of the king sized bed, alone. It took him a moment to recognize the hotel room he checked into late the night before. He stretched across the empty bed to the nightstand, and retrieved his phone to check the time. Confident he had plenty of time to get dressed and over to the convention center he settled back into the soft pillows, and stared at the ceiling.
“I’m glad the guys understood why I wanted to get my own room this year,” he thought to himself. “Now that I can afford it, I just need a quiet place to change into my costume. It’s also great to have somewhere I can go to recharge my batteries, where I won’t have to worry about disturbing anyone.” He remembered the last two years of cramming five guys into a room that normally housed three people at most. He also remembered how his friends teased him by implying he only wanted the room so he could hook up with as many women as possible. The joke, of course, was that his luck with the ladies was legendary only in how lackluster it always turned out.
“Well, time to get dressed,” he said to no one in particular. Then he picked up the large suitcase and began to unpack. He laid each article of clothing and piece of equipment carefully on the large bed before donning them. A snug dark blue jacket with a high (almost turtleneck style) collar and a silver star sewn into the chest. While not a hardbody, he kept himself in decent shape, so he needed only a few “fake muscles” sewn into the abdomen. Similarly snug dark blue pants with padding and pockets strategically sewn into place. Even he had to admit his ass looked fantastic in these pants. A brown leather utility belt, brown fingerless gloves, and brown leather straps to simulate wearing boots followed. Next were the brown leather straps to fit over his shoulders and criss-cross across his back. Finally, the shield. This was the most difficult item to fabricate, but not something he could scrimp on. The iconic red, white, and blue circular shield emblazoned with a star in the center would make or break his costume. He was happy with the finished product, and he strapped it to his left arm with pride.
“What the heck,” he thought to himself. “If Steve could get his dance with Peggy in the movies, maybe I might find my own Peggy to dance with some day.”
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A couple of blocks away, she was sitting in her dressing gown in front of the portable makeup mirror she always brought to events like these. Her auburn hair was in curlers, and she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Light on the blush, dark eye liner, and bright red lipstick, Agent Peggy Carter’s everyday makeup is not complicated, but it is striking.
“Looking good, babe!” she heard over her shoulder. Turning around, she smiled at Melanie, her best friend, and roommate for the weekend, who was pulling a red wig into place. Looking her friend up and down, she admired the green heels, green stockings, and green dress that appeared to be painted on her lithe frame. With some strategically sewn on leaves and vines, she embodied Poison Ivy, the character she had chosen to portray today at the con.
“Damn, Melanie! That costume fits like it was made for you; which of course, it was. Are you sure you don’t want to wait until I’m ready to walk over? You might need someone to keep the admirers at bay.”
“I’m good,” said Melanie,”I have to meet up with the team doing the Rogues Gallery photo shoot soon. I don’t want you to have to rush. Anyway, I’ve seen you in your costume. I’m not the only one who’s going to have her pick of male admirers this weekend.”
“You know I’m not one for weekend flings or one night stands.”
“Right, right, right. You’re holding your dances until you find the right partner,” Melanie said knowingly. “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun without any strings attached. You’re young. You’re hot. You’ll have thousands of men falling all over themselves for the honor of holding that big red hat of yours while you pose for pictures. Let loose! Just a little. I know I will.”
“OK, I’ll think about it. Meanwhile you get going. I’ll meet you this afternoon for the panel with Fiona Staples and Noelle Stevenson.”
Once her friend had left it was time to get dressed. She started by sliding on the vintage nude stockings, just like the ones Peggy wore on the Agent Carter TV show. Next was the garter belt. She was glad she tried on the full costume before traveling. It had taken her ten minutes to figure out how to fasten the garters properly. She pulled on and buttoned the white blouse; slid into the knee-length blue skirt, tucking in the blouse; and added the matching blue jacket. A pair of three-inch, vintage, blue, strappy heels completed her ensemble.
Once she removed her curlers and brushed out her hair the final step was to place Agent Carter’s signature red hat atop her head. She grabbed her leather shoulder bag. Took one last look in the mirror, and headed out the door.
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The convention was much like any other. There were thousands of fans milling about, hundreds of them wearing costumes of some kind in tribute to their favorite pop culture characters. The real names of the fans are not as important as the names of the characters they embody.
For the last two hours he had been meandering through the halls of the convention center, just taking in the scenery and enjoying the atmosphere. Given the nature of certain fandoms, that scenery included many scantily (some would say scandalously) clad women, and more than a few barely dressed men. Not every man or woman had the body type or fitness level to pull off these costumes in a movie, but here at the convention everyone was encouraged to be themselves and have fun with it.
When asked to pose for a few pictures by fans of Captain America he had been more than happy to oblige these requests. He knew his costume was good, and he was happy to show it off. At one point two women approached him to ask if he would pose for separate pictures with each of them. Both women were attractive, but one was clearly more adventurous than the other. Where her friend had simply stood next to him, the more flirtatious woman pressed her body against his and leaned her head on his shoulder when posing for her picture. While the camera did not capture the way she slipped her arm around his back and caressed his ass, it did capture the surprised look on his face when she gave his butt cheek a squeeze! The young woman then turned. Staring him directly in the eye she inquired whether he might have some free time later that day to “help her try on her new costume.” While flattered, and appreciative of her straightforward approach he politely declined. He just didn’t feel that spark he knew would be necessary to fully enjoy the encounter. Still, this was a boost to his ego, and he was soon feeling just as confident as the man he portrayed.
Unlike the man cosplaying as Steve Rogers, the woman embodying Peggy Carter had managed to avoid any uncomfortable encounters with aggressive fans. This is not to say she did not have admirers. In fact, she was turning far more heads than she realized. When she cosplayed as a character she embraced as many of the characters traits as she could. While not a shrinking violet in her everyday life, she found that embracing Agent Carter’s upright posture and can-do attitude made her feel every bit as powerful and confident as her fictional alter-ego. This feeling came across to everyone she encountered as she strode through the halls while radiating an aura of femininity and strength. While Peggy might not have super strength, her intelligence and strong right hook made her a force to be reckoned with on the screen, and in the depths of the convention center.
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As with many happy, and unhappy, occurrences in life their meeting can be chalked up to a combination of luck, circumstance, and a little bit of intuition.
After their independent excursions to check out the sights, they both hit upon the idea of getting some fresh air. Circumstance placed her about 100 yards ahead of him as they walked toward the exit. Luck parted the crowd at just the right moment to allow him to catch a glimpse of her bright red hat. His intuition triggered a memory of the ad campaign for the Agent Carter television show, in which the titular character wore a hat in that exact shade of red. His brain sent an urgent message to his legs to pick up the pace. He needed to catch up to the person wearing that hat before they reached the exit!
As she approached the door she thought she heard someone yell “Peggy!” She glanced back, but her view was hindered by someone in an impressive Optimus Prime costume. She didn’t want to stop and slow anyone behind her down, so she pushed open the door, and stepped outside. The sun was brighter than she expected, and she slowed down to give her eyes a chance to adjust.
He saw the woman, she was definitely a woman, in the red hat approaching the exit. He knew if he hurried he could keep her in sight even if she exited first. Suddenly he realized he had no idea what he would say when he finally caught up with her. Even more suddenly, a cosplayer in a very large Transformers costume appeared in his path, blocking her from his view. Not thinking, he shouted out “Peggy!” Then he sprinted around the large cosplayer, and out the door. The sun was shining so brightly, he was blinded for a moment. Raising his shield to shade his eyes, he scanned the courtyard. There, about 10 yards ahead walking slowly away from him, he saw her. The woman in the perfect Peggy Carter costume. He walked up, and tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned around.
Their eyes met.
Immediately, they both felt it.
The spark…
To Be Continued…[in Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t2altt/peggy_and_steve_at_comic_con_part_2_mfstrangers/)
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