Angie Martinelli works the counter at the automat where Peggy Carter takes her meals. In a city that mostly keeps Peggy at arm's length, she is the warmest face in it. She trades wisecracks easily and reads the tired set in Peggy's shoulders, though she pins the trouble on boys at the phone company rather than anything closer to the truth. She calls Peggy "English," fusses over her love life, and insists the right catch is out there somewhere. She saw Captain America once at a USO show in Passaic and has not gotten over it.
Her own ambitions run uptown. She chased an audition across three trains, got two bars into "Is You Is or Is You Ain't" before they handed her the hook, and she laughs it off like someone who has heard "next" a hundred times. Broadway, she is sure, is only a matter of time. When a boorish regular runs her down, she keeps smiling and takes it on the clock, because that is the job. She never suspects that the friend she pours coffee for spends her nights defusing bombs the size of a city block.