I was hardly able to remember my name. My mother, a woman whose face was clouded in my mind, told me to count when I was scared.

1...

I woke up on a cement floor in a body that was not my own. Same brown hair and same scars on my kneecaps. But everything about me was wrong. I had bulked up but I didn't remember how. My body had a strength that it never had before. There was now only muscle.

2...

I frantically moved and discovered my arms and legs were each tied together and to another person who wasn't responding. I was able to slightly move my arms but I couldn't free them. The room smelled like dust and dirt with a faint metallic smell. The iron smell was becoming more and more obvious after I noticed it. It almost smelled like...

3...

Start with the basics. My name was Margaret. Peggy... Carter. I am 25 years old. I am from... I am from...

4...

I don't know anything else. My mind was completely blank. I had a mother but I couldn't remember much, only small useless facts. I had a father but he was farther away in my mind than my mother was. What happened to me?

5...

I calmed my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. I needed to listen to my surroundings so I could figure out where I was. Focus… A voice pounded in my head. It was an unfamiliar instinct to listen to it; I focused anyways.

The person behind me-to whom I was tied to-began to subtly wiggle their fingers and wrists like they were waking up. I tried to deduce further on who was behind me. Their body was leaning against mine and, assuming by width, it was most likely a girl.

I finally calmed my breathing and tried to make shapes out of the darkness. I was able to make out two plain concrete brick walls and a smooth plastered wall. The other wall seemed reflective. A mirror maybe? The plastered wall had a small door with a barred window. This was a lot of precaution for someone who wasn't going to even be able to stand up.

The person tied behind me began to stiffen and fully awaken. Their head banged against mine and that was when I felt the hair, they were most likely a girl.

"What the hell?" She moaned with an American accent. That then made me remember another fact: I wasn't born in America.

"Wait," I replied to her, with a completely different voice. She tried to get out of the bindings we shared and only ended up working her hand between mine in an awkward position. "Angie, is that you?"

"What are we doing here, Peg?" She gave up on working her hands free and she tilted her head so she could hear me better and possibly to see me.

"I don't know. I can't remember anything." I looked back and saw mid-length brown hair, like mine.

"Me neither." This was too much to take in at one time.

I began to formulate theories as to why I was there, when a blinding light turned on. I could make out the room clearly. It looked shabbier in the light than in the dark. In the dark, it just looked like a regular cell because you couldn't see the details. Now that the light flooded the room, I was able to see it for it really was. It was a cage meant for observation. The reflective wall was a ceiling to floor mirror. It probably had viewers on the other side. The two of us were being watched.

I struggled against my bonds again. I still don't know why I'm here. A buzzer went off and we both flinched; it rang too loud in my ears. I could hear voices arguing on the other side of the door but they were muffled and barely audible. I slowly sat up using every muscle and appendage available to me and leaned against the girl behind me, who followed my lead and did the same. The soft voices were coming closer and beginning to become clearer, but they were still not discernable.

I gathered myself so that my face would seem as if I didn't care. I was actually quite terrified but I couldn't show that.

Two men wearing sleeveless shirts and dark jeans walked in accompanying a nicely dressed man, who was obviously their leader. He stopped directly in front of me with the two men standing to his sides. They glared at me and he kept a calm, collected face. I kept my face bored and collected, almost like his but not quite.

I wonder if he is afraid of me or the girl I'm tied to. He wouldn't have brought men with him if he weren't. Either he's afraid of my power or the girl behind me. Possibly both.

"Why do you think you're here?" He asked this condescendingly.

"How the hell should I know?" I asked this with a smirk on my face. I had to act like I had the upper hand. This would anger the man and make him lose his cool. I could tell he was one of those people that this process would work on.

"Cocky. Not surprising. Agent Carter and her world renowned sarcasm." No, I'm just pretending, you idiot. The girl behind me was obviously bored. I could tell from the very loud sound that came from her mouth

"Just tell us why we are here," she grumbled.

"How could I forget you? The most important person to Agent Carter. You and Princess Sarcasm here, are the best Christmas present I could have asked for. You, Angie Martinelli, will be very helpful with making Miss Carter comply." Half of his mouth twitched into what he probably thought was a menacing smile. He then walked out and the men behind him followed. The two of us were left with a lot of questions.

"Was it just me," I asked her, "or did it seem like we had met him before?"

"Yeah. I don't know about you, but that guy creeps the bejeezus out of me."