In honor of AOS day I've published this brand new story titled Project Regeneration! Special thanks to my home girl Gwyn for always inspiring me to write more!

She's running. Running far away. As fast as she can. She fears the brief tap of a crutch behind her. He needs to move faster. They need to move faster. Their time is running out. It's running out so very fast. Ticking seems to pound in her ears. They're almost there. She feels a body crash into hers from behind. They're rolling down concrete steps. She can feel her ribs pop as the body lands on top of hers. Fire lights up the sky falling on their stilled bodies. Oh god there's so much blood…

"I'm establishing a protocol. Nobody is to have any person relationships with a fellow team member." Her voice is hoarse as she speaks to a crowd of bright eyed students. Nobody is going to suffer like she had.

Peggy jolts suddenly, awake in a new environment. Silver, unfamiliar equipment beeped around her. She surveys the area quietly for any other people around. Glass doors stand between her and what appears to be a lab of some sorts. She fists as the bed beneath her. She is in a hospital gown. How did I get here? She questions silently as she sits up. A hospital gown clings to her shoulders sending uncomfortable shivers down her spine. Where am I? She's careful when removing the tubes for her wrists wincing slightly as she pulls out the needle. Suddenly the machine beside her lets out a startling noise. One consistent beep. She has to escape quickly before she is caught. She moves quickly going to pull at the door but they won't budge.

She frantically searches for another way of escape when she catches her reflection in the thick glass. Gone was the silver strands that patterned her hair. Replaced was the flawless brunette color, a little tousled from a rough night. The pinched lines beside her eyes were gone too, as well as the wrinkles from her smiles. She looked like she was in her twenties again.

Movement distracts her from herself but not quick enough. Two young figures stare at her startled. One is a small female with light brown hair, chopped at her shoulders. The other is a man slightly taller than she is, his hair the same shade curled atop his head. A small five o'clock shadow scratches at his chin suggesting a long night's work. Both are donned in matching white coats, familiar to the ones she would see Howard wear from time to time when working with particularly dangerous chemicals.

She reacts quickly grabbing the nearest item she can find to use as a weapon. The needle. She retracts from the two quickly only to hit something else. She spins around finding a woman standing behind her. Peggy doesn't even have the time to swing before something pricks her skin. The world begins to twist beneath her, her legs giving out as she let the darkness overwhelm her.

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When she wakes again the room is full of people.

"Was sedating her really necessary?" She squints trying to see the figure speaking. Colors still blur together but she can make out the man in the suit with his arms crossed.

"She was going to attack our team I had to do what was necessary." The smaller figure states. Peggy squeezes her eyes shut and opens them again. She can make out her attacker now. A short, Asian woman with dark brown hair pursed her lips at the man.

""Actually we don't know that she would have attacked us per say." Her eyes fall on the British tone. It was the woman she had seen earlier. Sure enough the man was by her side as well with his arms crossed across his chest.

Her throat feels like it's full of cotton. The two arguing looked… familiar, somehow.

"She had a needle." Her eyes draw to the youngest in the room. Her hair is short and curled at her shoulders. Behind her two men stand. The tallest had a protective arm around her waist while the other had his hands shoved in the pockets of his pants.

"Perhaps we should call someone. You know, like Captain America or someone." Her heart skips a beat in her chest at the mention of his name. Surely they could not be talking about the same person. That would be impossible. "I mean he went through this crap too, after all." The man with his hands in his pockets states.

She must have made a noise because suddenly the eyes in the room are on her. A chill runs down her spine.

"Ms. Carter…" The suit states stepping towards her. "I'm Phillip Coulson. I believe we have quite some explaining to do." Phillip Coulson. She shuts her eyes tightly. A terrified lean boy. He had been snooping around with history too much. Daniel had recruited him. She thought it was a bad idea. He had proved her wrong.

"Only you two." When Peggy speaks her voice cracks. Her throat aches from the lack of use. She points to 'Phillip' and the woman he had been arguing about. The rest look to the man questioningly, as if waiting for a command. When he nodded, they exited. "Familiar…" She wheezes. Silently the woman moves towards her handing her a small cup of water.

"Ms. Carter, what is the last thing you remember?"

She shuts her eyes tightly trying to summon a memory forth. "Fire… There was an explosion in the art exhibit. It was supposed to be a rescue mission… It was a trap. Daniel and I…" Oxygen suddenly leaves her lungs as it feels like her heart ceased to beat. Daniel… "Where is he? Where is Daniel?"

The two share a confused look for a second before the man speaks once again. "You are talking about an explosion at a gala in Moscow in 1965, correct?"

"There hasn't been any other." Peggy snaps defensively. She sees the woman tense and she realizes she's still not sure who she is.

"Daniel Sousa was fine after that explosion. He suffered increible blood loss and a concussion but he had pulled through."

"What you you mean 'was fine'? He still is, is he not? Where is Daniel?" Her heart begins pounding in her chest. She needed to find him. She needed to know he is okay.

"Ms. Carter this is 2016. Agent Sousa died earlier this year shortly before…" The woman speaks for the first time since she had realized that she was watching.

"Before what? What happened to me? What did you do?" Her fingers clench ready to launch herself at the two. The woman flinches, her hand flying to the holster hitched to her side. It would be so easy to get the gun from there and escape.

"Ms. Carter, you were injected with an experimental dose of the GH23 serum by a scientist shortly after you passed away of Alzheimer's at age 97. We found you shortly after taking over a Hydra base. It seems the serum you were injected with reversed your aging."

Her head spins with the new information. Her stomach churns and it feels like she is going to be violently ill.

"We found Agent Sousa as well. He's currently being checked on by our scientists Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz." That gives names to the two she saw earlier at least… It takes her a minute to process what she had heard before her head snaps up.

"Daniel is alive?" She breathes.

"As alive as you are." Phillip states with a smile.

"Why us?" She questions. Her head begins to pound with the beeping of the heart monitor. Too fast. Everything is too bright…

"Ms. Carter?" Hands grip her arms as she suddenly pitches to the side, blackness enveloping her whole.