Prologue: Betty Carver'd
"Captain America! Help!" The daring damsel Betty Carver howled over the radio in a shrill crack. Peggy fought the instinct to take off her shoe and smash the thing. She was more than sick and tired of the "Captain America Adventure Hour."
Angie, luckily, was already reaching for the dial. "Boy, if looks could kill," She started.
"Then you're very lucky you didn't land that part." Peggy shook her head, muttering under her breath, "I get captured one time and they make a serial about it! Barnes was made captive at least three times by my count!"
Angie struggled to hold back a laugh. "So that part's true?"
Peggy rolled her eyes. "Hardly." She saw the look on Angie's face that begged her to elaborate. "I certainly didn't cry for help and wait for rescue."
"I wouldn't believe you if you said otherwise." Angie crossed the room and sat down next to Peggy. She pointed to the book in her lap, "Planning on starting that this year or are you going tell me how you got yourself Betty Carver'd?"
Peggy adjusted her posture. She hadn't expected her housemate to take a sudden interest in her military experience. Not that she minded talking about it, actually it might be nice to tell her, Angie was her confidant for almost everything else. "Are you sure you want to hear my old war stories?"
Angie shrugged, "Well half the time you can't tell me about your day, how else am I going to get a story out of you?" She narrowed her eyes at Peggy. "Unless those are classified too?"
She smiled, "they're not." She took a deep breath and exhaled, "Alright…" Peggy relaxed and re-situated herself so they could face one another. After a moment of thinking, she decided where to start. "We were coming back from an aborted mission into enemy territory. We had arrived near spitting distance of a Hydra base we were meant to infiltrate, but we had faulty information on how many forces had been stationed there and were ill equipped to handle the situation.
"What we didn't know was that we had been spotted and were being followed…"