Plan
There's something he doesn't tell anyone. He doesn't really think it's their business, but he feels like they'll want to know. Still he looks down at the ring on hand and smiles to himself. They don't have to know, they don't get to know. It's all him and his. He just wants to finish this and get home to a bottle of scotch. He knows it's not that easy because they have weeks of work to complete. He'll be late for his date. So he sighs standing up from the car and watching the men roll into the house they 'loaned' for this mission.
He thinks it's a bit much changing Carter and Martinelli's location, but he can't complain. It's part of his job making sure they're safe while he knows Carter can handle herself, safety is still his number one priority. In fact, he is pretty sure that getting a place near the subject contradicts it and is going to make his job harder but he'll do it. He doesn't understand why his boss told him to do all this, but at least Stark was more than pleased to hand over one of his 'low key' homes nearby. No one knows he owns it. Actually it was a bit weird about how enthusiastic he was about it.
Jake takes off his off-duty jacket (have to keep up appearances and the persona) to help the movers move in things and set up. It's not much, just a few things that will make the place look believable. Some new photo's he had to convince Carter and Martinelli to take, some certificates in frames for Carters backstory, and some personal choice furniture that he's made up small stories for in his mind. Maybe it's overboard but he loves it! He and his sister Bianca used to make up stories all the time for things around the house growing up. One of the clocks he got for this assignment he's dedicated a story that Carter's grandfather was given it by a man whom he saved as payment. Nothing extravagant but nothing too loose it's unbelievable.
After he's done he's back outside grabbing his jacket and shaking it off. It says's 'Bartons Bows and Gear' and he nods to himself as he throws it back on again. It's not leather, but it'll keep you warm during the fall. He helps his father during his off time at the old man's shop so he keeps it. In fact working there is part of his cover. He just hopes no one will question his father about it because he hasn't had the time to talk to him about it.
"Barton." Jake turns around to find Sousa and Thompson walking over to him. They apparently parked their car around the corner. "We really staying here?" Thompson asks. This man was going to get on his nerves. He nods. Thompson rubs the back of his neck. "Alright, any word on the other two?" He asks.
"Any minute now." He informs him before leaning against the car.
"I'm going to get our stuff, Sousa. You keep suit here happy." Before Daniel can retort Jack is off muttering to himself. Daniel looks at Jake before leaning against the car.
"So I'm guessing the reason Jack is wearing that ridiculous flowered shirt is because you said 'wear casual'? Because I don't think purple fits him." Daniel tells him as he watches Jack as Jake laughs out loud following his gaze.
"The black jeans fill the look." Daniel scoffs and shakes his head. "You two old buddies?" Jake asks curiously. He's read the files but not to the point it's intruding in on their privacy. Just enough to get a sense of whom they are so he can work more fluidly with them.
"Something like that." He looks ahead.
"I'm going to have to earn the right to hear the story aren't I?" Daniel looks to find Jake watching him. This kid is something else. He's inquisitive and wise. It's weird for someone so young- then again he shouldn't talk. "My father, a vet. Mom is..unique. I was taught that some things you have to earn the right to hear." Daniel nods and Jake smiles at him warmly putting a hand on his shoulder. "No problem, we have time for me to earn a story or two." Jack is glaring at him with a couple of suitcases in his hands like he's just done something to earn him a death wish. It didn't intimidate him. He married a half Russian, he's been to dinners where it was all glare and no talk.
"So what rooms we in?" Jack asks but doesn't let his glare down. Daniel ignores him.
"This floor, down the hall the two room that are across from each other at the end of the hall. the other rooms are for surveillance and such." Jack doesn't say anything as he pushes past Jake. Jake rolls his eyes.
"Come on Sousa."
"Alright keep your head on straight," Daniel grumbles but follows him groaning. This was going to be a very very long week.
The past couple of days were weird for Peggy. She was forced to play dress up and take some pictures, sign some things, get recommendation letters, and then meet with Agent Barton to finalize their backstories and Aliases. Barton thought it would be safe for her to keep her name because the suspect hasn't really met the S.S.R. but she wasn't convinced. She still wanted to be safe. In the end Angie who was cooking popped out of the kitchen to suggest a combination of their names, other than it being ridiculously cute, it would make it harder to look them up as opposed to trying to make completely brand new names that they wouldn't be satisfied with or anything like that. So now it was Angela and Margaret Cartinelli. The look on her face was absolutely adorable when she came up with it then bounced her way back into the kitchen. Jake could only smile at that and agree it was perfect. Peggy was flustered, but it was better than nothing. If anyone asked Angie's last name was Furiosa.
Jake let them know about the rest of the plan. He, Thompson, and Sousa would pretend to be their muscle. They were important people after all and it wouldn't be far from the truth. He was 'chief of security', Sousa was on tech duty, and Thompson was their personal bodyguard. He'd follow them around everywhere and keep tabs on em. Especially Angie. He noted how crucial she'd be. She was the one with the knowledge and experience, she was related to the Mafia so if she was found out then they'd be screwed. Thompson only seemed to have one expression on his face so it made him candidate and winner for being the bodyguard. Peggy is a high-class phycologist with 'questionable activities' and Angie was her wife who only wanted nothing more than to support her, she was the brains. It was something Angie suggested. That she was given an identity that made her seem..less coherent than other people. Not dumb but it'd give her an advantage.
They had to pack bags for atleast a week or two, if they needed anything else Howard gave her his credit card to just buy whatever. How the hell had she aqcuired it? He just threw it at her and told her to buy Angie the fanciest ring she could find. Her cheeks grew pink as she cursed and lectured him. He was something like a hyperactive little brother you wish you could tie up at times. She appreciated it but the man had no idea when it was enough at time to drive her insane.
After packing up and stuffing what they had in the car he had leant them as well, the last thing was to get there. As they did Peggy handed the small box containing a ring in it to Angie. The thing was Angie took out and put it on her finger but with an almost emotionless expression. There was something dark in her eyes and in concerned Peggy but when Angie realized she was staring she gave her a small smile and looked out the window avoiding her eyes. Peggy didn't push it and just focused on the road.
As soon as they did arrive they found Jake standing by his car and talking to someone on his phone. Peggy looked to her side to see Angie had fallen asleep. When she parked the car in the driveway next to Jake whom gave her a small smile and walked away to talk in private, curious, she thought. She turned the car off and watched Angie sleep peacefully. The sun hit her skin just perfectly, the floral dress was beautiful on her, and the small jacket she had draped over her front something like a jacket. It was a shame she had to wake her u-
"I'm awake, English." An eye shot open to look at her with a smirk. "Car rides usually put me to sleep so I thought I'd catch a few before we arrived. Didn't work." She admitted sitting up. Before Peggy could reply Jake knocked on the window. Peggy rolled it down, Angie istantly smile at the man and Peggy felt a little jealous.
"Hey Jake." Angie greeted.
"Mrs. Cartinelli." He winked. Peggy still was not used to that. Angie only shook her head playfully. Peggy gave him a slight look and the smile was wiped from his face as if he was beign ordered. "You two are in the master bedroom."
"Like together?" The sound in Angie's voice was..it was difficult to explain. Jake nodded.
"Yup, it's easier to keep an eye on you and the house has just enough room. Besides you're married, it helps keep up appearances. Wait is there a problem with that?"
"Not at all." Peggy forced a smile. In reality it really was no problem, it was just the idea that made her feel restless. She could play the part but part of her had wanted that part to be very very real and it wasn't so it was a bit disappointing and exciting to her. Jake nodded and walked off.
Well now this was going to be fun.