Howdy guys! Okay so spontaneously this headcannon popped into my head. I'm not going to explain. I'm going to let you guys enjoy it. Peace!

An Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Peggy's fingers trace over the smooth metal in her hand. It had been nearly a month since the S.S.R. had fallen. Hydra had risen once again and swiped out a good number of their agents. Except, this time there was no Captain America to help them. There was no red, white and blue shield to inspire the world to persevere. There was no picture boys covering the newspapers, there was no action figures, no radio shows, no publicity at all. This battle was secret along with those buried with the battle. A Spaniard revived Hydra and rose an army. Long battles filled the Cold War. Civilians were too distracted by fear to notice the war beneath. They'll never know the casualties. Tears well in her eyes at the thought of the fallen. Rose had stayed behind after they had been trapped, suddenly bombarded with enemies. She took them out herself with a grenade. Dottie also went out in a glorious blaze of rage. She dropped straight into an establishment and took down 42 soldiers with her before she crumpled, body ripped and torn with bullets. Jack jumped into a blaze of fire to rescue some civilians trapped inside. He had made it a day in a medical center under the watch of Violet before he had passed away before her own eyes. None died as cowards.

Her eyes drift down to the pin clasped in her hand. The metal bird feels as if it's burning a hole in her hand. So many deaths, so much pain. Now something was finally rising from it. She shuts her eyes remembering how Jack thrust the pin into her hand in the medical center.

"It's gotta be you." He had whispered through the pain. His fingers had shut her own into a tight fist, coating her hand in his blood. "Don't mess this up Agent Carter."

"They're all getting angsty out there." A voice at the door pulls her from her thoughts. She spins around finding Angie standing at the door with a small smile on her lips. "Looking at that old rusty thing again English?" The brunette quickly approaches her throwing an arm over her own shoulders. "I'm sorry about Jack."

"He was an asshole but he was a good agent." She whispers. Angie squeezes her shoulders comfortingly. Over the past month the woman had become almost like her confidant. She would announce her worries to the woman and Angie would just listen. Of course she never went into detail for Angie's safety but it still felt rather comforting to talk about it. "Why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"He could've chosen someone else. Daniel would be much better than I."

"Shut your mouth!" Angie gasps forcing her to face the bathroom mirror. "Look there. You know what I see?" Peggy only provides silence as an answer. "I see a woman who's been shot, stabbed, cursed, beat…"

"Are you almost done?"

"My point is Peg, you've been through hell and back and did it nearly on your own. You've caught killers, maniacs, and hell you even fought alongside Captain freaking America! There's not a single person more deserving of this than you. Want to know why?" She catches her friend's smile in the mirror. "Because you fought for it."

The smile spreads to her own lips as she squeezes the hand on her shoulder. "Thank you Angie."

"Anytime English. Besides, Stark promised me a role in his new movie."

"Did he now?" Her eyebrows shoot up at the sudden statement. A such of pride rushes through her as she turns to face Angie.

"He did indeed. I do believe he said something about a movie commemorating the memory of a certain Captain America. He said if I could handle it I could play the female lead, Betty Carver."

The smile fades quickly from her lips, a look of annoyance replacing it. "So he's remaking those hideous radio shows."

"Kind of. But with a twist."

"What ever could you mean by that?" She asks wishing she would simply get to the point.

"Well he told me the character description. Betty Carver is a badass woman who doesn't need the assistance of a man to get the job done." The smile returns to Peggy's lips almost immediately. "I'll be so proud to play the new head of the S.S.R."

"Actually no you won't."

"What?" She watches as Angie's face falls. Her shoulder sag under her grip.

"You'll be playing the new head of S.H.I.E.L.D." Confusion stitches its way across her friend's face. "The S.S.R. fell. I thought it would be good for a new start. We'll be S.H.I.E.L.D. In honor of Steve."

"S.H.I.E.L.D… Peggy Carter. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I like it!" Angie exclaims turning her to the door.

"So do I."

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Peggy approaches the stage letting out a deep breath. Her nail taps against the mic as she clears her throat.

"Welcome and thank you for coming here. I know the past few months have been especially hard. So many deaths have befallen us. We lost so many that we hold so dear to us. Enemies turned friends, secretaries turned soldiers, agents turned chiefs…" She closes her eyes trying to will the tears building behind her eyes away. "Today we shall honor those people and build what was once lost." Her eyes train across the crowd and she spies Angie sitting in the middle giving her a thumbs up.

"Today we bid goodbye to the S.S.R. What rises in it's place is the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Everyone here will become an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. to honor those who passed. Each of you will carry on their memory." Her eyes fall to the leather pockets sitting by her side. Her fingers reach for the one residing in her own pocket. "But it is my honor to announce the first."

Her eyes comb the crowd once again. Familiar faces arise before her eyes. Jason, Daniel, Angie, Howard…

"This person has been by my side ever since the war. He saved my life on countless occasions and never doubted me for a second. He has fought many enemies, stolen secret information, and even disarmed an atomic bomb or two. He always believed in me even if I did not. It is my absolute honor to announce the first agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Edwin Jarvis will you please join me up here."

Her eyes finally land on the man standing in the back of the room donned in a pressed suit. His mouth hangs open in wonder as he approaches the stage. Tears spill down her cheeks as she extends her hand to him like she had done many times before. His own grass green eyes building with their own tears.

"I certainly can't accept this Ms. Carter. Surely there is another more deserving." He looks down at the metal badge she had slipped into his hand.

"Nonsense. You have stood by me this entire journey. No matter how rough things got. You will accept that." Her eyebrow raises with a smirk. "Director's orders."

"Yes ma'am." He nods as tears slide slowly down his cheeks.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Jarvis."

"Thank you very much Director Carter."