It's small. It's horrible. It's all over the place.

And it's, or was, five a.m. That is my only excuse for the lack of...plot and grammar.

I hope everyone enjoys this little one-shot for Agent Carter. My favorite tv series... (I ship these two so much!) This takes place right at the ending of season two.

Review? Please? Pleeeeease?

Maybe this is a bad idea... to leave.

She frowns and shifts uncomfortably, rather upset, irritable, and above all, to her annoyance, she is rather enjoying herself. Her breaths are coming too fast and too slow at the same time from arguing. Perhaps the lack of sleep from the previous night is catching up to her.

Pondering over a decision all night, a long, horrid decision that was made early yesterday, to leave LA and return to her nice little job.

Like she wants to do that.

Not at all.

What was that her brother had always told her when they were children? His voice slowly comes back to her and whispers in her ear, 'It doesn't matter that you are a lady and it isn't proper. If you want something, take it."

What did she want?

Never again did she want to lose someone she loved.

Does leaving him count as losing?

That's what she thinks, after he calls her a hypocrite. That maybe... by waiting for him to ask her again, maybe because she refused before, maybe walking away right now...

Maybe that is losing him... to someone else.

Never gaining him back is just as painful as death.

He smirks at her. "What, Carter? No more quick comebacks?"

The man acts first... she can't, she has to remain prim and polite till she can leav- oh hell with it.

It wouldn't be right to say she jumped on him, it was more, she slammed or tackled him

Suddenly everything is moving forward at such a fast and slightly unbelievable rate and she is kissing him. It's quite awkward, messy and their teeth clash together far too painfully for it to be nice, to be a nice proper first kiss.

To hell with being proper.