The sunny spring air filled Peggy's lungs with excitement as the fresh beads of perspiration rolled down the back of her neck. IN her mind, she was a mighty knight from the fairy tales that she cherished on horseback, galloping through the fields to save the princess, locked away and shielded by the dragon.
In reality, she was just a girl, on a freshly cut lawn, riding a broomstick with a sewn horse's head attached. Her cape was a sheet and she had no armor at all. "I will slay you, dragon, and save the princess. She galloped across the yard and stopped before the tower (or her mother's dogwood tree) where the princess (rather her doll) was trapped.
"Now, fair maiden, I will cut off the dragon's head!" She cried with a swing of her wooden sword. She imagined its fierce, yellow eyes rolling back into his green, scaly head as it fell at her feet. She brought the sword back in the air to deliver the final blow, but something restricted her from doing so. She turned to see her brother, Michael's smiling face as he held the sword above them. He ripped it from her hand.
"Give it back, she argued.
He smiled and held it out in front of him. "Here it is," he said. "Come on, then. Take it"
"Hand it over, Michael" she threatened, trying to contain a giggle. Michael didn't hold back. He laughed as he backed up and swung the sword around like a professional. At least, he was professional to Peggy. He is 4 years older than her. How could he not be professional? She giggled anyway and lunged at him, knocking her brother on the ground, both of them having a grand time.
"MARGARET ELIZABETH CARTER!!" Her mother's voice rang through the air. She hustled from the house, across the yard, and pulled her daughter to her feet by her arms. "You'll be the death of me, Peggy Carter!" She chastised with much more love in her heart than hate.
Peggy looked up at her mother with discomfort as she licked her finger and went to wipe the dirt spilled off her forehead. "Blast it, where is my handkerchief!" She growled. Peggy looked over at Michael ahoy and stuck out his young body, causing them both to laugh. His mother stepped away and put her hands on her hips
"Go on. Have a laugh," she said, "But. One of these days, you are going to have to start behaving like a lady!"
Peggy glared at her feet, her short brown curls covering her eyes. Her mother turned to Michael.
"My dear boy, you cannot influence this type of behavior. You are just as much at fault."
Michael's brown eyes grew sad and he nodded. "Yes, mum," he said
"Alright, then," she said, putting her hands together as she went back to the kitchen. Peggy looked up at her brother questioningly. He smiled and held up the sword.
"So, how are you going to slay the dragon without your sword?" Michael asked with a grin.
A/N: and here's peggy!!!! next Friday is another Bucky so stay tuned and lmk how you guys feel abt this!
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