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whipsyTitle: Strength in Unity
Characters: Moira MacTaggert, CIA Director McCone, Peggy Carter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Disclaimer: Marvel, 20th Century Fox, and others own.
AN: Just because, really, how awesome would this have been? And also because my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroines_fest fic couldn't quite go there...
Being one of a handful of women in the CIA, Moira had been dismissed before, overlooked, and flat out ignored, but she never felt more humiliated than when an entire table of her peers and superiors laughed at her. She knew what Charles had done, maybe even understood why he'd done it, but the ramifications of it escaped her until that very moment.
She took a deep breath and ignored the laughter. "I wish to continue with this investigation." She didn't remember a lot of what happened after crash-landing on the beach to stop the blockade, but she'd never been more grateful of her tendency to keep detailed notes on everything, especially what occurred prior to that.
Director McCone grew serious and looked at her like she had just shape-shifted into a blue mutant.
"That's out of the question, MacTaggert!"
"But, sir-"
"No," he cut her off, "I'm putting Agent Stryker on it. Send him anything and everything you have." Before she could argue, he said she was excused.
Moira stood and left. The frustration radiated off her and she went to the ladies' room to splash cool water on her face. When she returned to her desk, there was a small white envelop waiting for her. Glancing around the office, she opened it and read the small note.
Lincoln Memorial, 3pm
Moira glanced at her watch. She had thirty minutes to get there. Grabbing her purse and her gun, she left the office.
...
It was a clear Saturday afternoon and tourist were scattered all along the the Lincoln Memorial steps. Even more stood further below by the reflecting pool. Moira lingered by Lincoln's statue, then strolled in towards the south chamber.
"Shaw is no longer a threat. Our concern now is Magneto."
She noted the British accent and turned to see a plain clothes woman, chocolate brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair, late thirties, early forties, coming up behind her. The woman stopped when they stood shoulder to shoulder and together they looked up at the Gettysburg Address.
"We know everything that happened," the woman explained.
Moira remained quiet.
"And we know all about Charles Xavier, as well."
Moira's right eye twitched. "What do want?" she asked, suddenly fearful that she had no way to contact Charles and warn him.
"To make you an offer," the woman replied, then looked behind them before adding, "My name is Peggy Carter," she offered her right hand, "I am the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Moira shook Peggy's hand, "And, Agent MacTaggert, we would like you to join us."
Characters: Moira MacTaggert, CIA Director McCone, Peggy Carter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Disclaimer: Marvel, 20th Century Fox, and others own.
AN: Just because, really, how awesome would this have been? And also because my
heroines_fest fic couldn't quite go there...Being one of a handful of women in the CIA, Moira had been dismissed before, overlooked, and flat out ignored, but she never felt more humiliated than when an entire table of her peers and superiors laughed at her. She knew what Charles had done, maybe even understood why he'd done it, but the ramifications of it escaped her until that very moment.
She took a deep breath and ignored the laughter. "I wish to continue with this investigation." She didn't remember a lot of what happened after crash-landing on the beach to stop the blockade, but she'd never been more grateful of her tendency to keep detailed notes on everything, especially what occurred prior to that.
Director McCone grew serious and looked at her like she had just shape-shifted into a blue mutant.
"That's out of the question, MacTaggert!"
"But, sir-"
"No," he cut her off, "I'm putting Agent Stryker on it. Send him anything and everything you have." Before she could argue, he said she was excused.
Moira stood and left. The frustration radiated off her and she went to the ladies' room to splash cool water on her face. When she returned to her desk, there was a small white envelop waiting for her. Glancing around the office, she opened it and read the small note.
Lincoln Memorial, 3pm
Moira glanced at her watch. She had thirty minutes to get there. Grabbing her purse and her gun, she left the office.
...
It was a clear Saturday afternoon and tourist were scattered all along the the Lincoln Memorial steps. Even more stood further below by the reflecting pool. Moira lingered by Lincoln's statue, then strolled in towards the south chamber.
"Shaw is no longer a threat. Our concern now is Magneto."
She noted the British accent and turned to see a plain clothes woman, chocolate brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair, late thirties, early forties, coming up behind her. The woman stopped when they stood shoulder to shoulder and together they looked up at the Gettysburg Address.
"We know everything that happened," the woman explained.
Moira remained quiet.
"And we know all about Charles Xavier, as well."
Moira's right eye twitched. "What do want?" she asked, suddenly fearful that she had no way to contact Charles and warn him.
"To make you an offer," the woman replied, then looked behind them before adding, "My name is Peggy Carter," she offered her right hand, "I am the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Moira shook Peggy's hand, "And, Agent MacTaggert, we would like you to join us."