"Mr. Jarvis?" Angie asked, twisting the phone's cord with her fingers as a distraction. She was hoping that Mr. Jarvis would be able to help her or she would have to turn to her father for help and she didn't want to do that unless absolutely necessary.

"Yes….Who is this?" Jarvis asked, sounding nervous. Angie could hear him fidgeting on the other end of the line.

"Uh, it's Angie Martinelli," Angie said, hoping that he would remember who she was.

"Ahhh, the waitress from the Automat, what can I do for you Miss Martinelli?" He asked, his voice suddenly cheerful.

"Peggy is in trouble, she was arrested just a few moments ago."

"I have no idea what it was that Miss Carter was involved in, nor do I know how I could help you," Jarvis lied.

"Cut the crap Mr. Fancy, I don't care what Peggy has done or what you have done for that matter, I just need your help getting her out of there and if you can't help, I need you to stop wasting my time," Angie growled into the phone trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She glanced around the lobby glaring at anyone that was staring her way. The last thing she needed was for someone to overhear her and call the SSR. It would be pretty difficult to save Peggy if she was stuck in a cell beside her.

"I can see why Miss Carter likes you, so what's the plan?" Jarvis asked not sounding particularly thrilled to be a part of this.

"Not one clue Mr. Fancy, I'm a waitress not a jailbreak expert," Angie whispered harshly as she watched Ms. Fry, followed by a group of girls, walk past her and up the stairs.

"I have to go Mr. Jarvis, meet me at the Automat tomorrow morning." Angie hung up the phone and moved to the stairs. Taking the stairs two at a time Angie rushed up after Ms. Fry.

Angie walked into Peggy's room watching as the girls and Ms. Fry started carelessly tossing what few things Peggy owned into boxes. Sarah picked up the picture on Peggy's dresser, turning to the girl next to her, "he's cute," she commented before tossing the frame in a box on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Angie asked glaring at each girl in the room before she turned to Ms. Fry. She wouldn't allow them to just throw away Peggy's belongings like they had done with countless other girls.

"You can't just throw her stuff away, it's not right," Angie walked into the room fully, taking Peggy's favorite red hat off of Dottie's head. "This is Peggy's stuff, she'll be back to get it," Angie all but growled at them, clenching onto the hat in her hands.

"Peggy Carter is no longer allowed in the Griffith, The Griffith is no longer her home and seeing as she was arrested she won't be coming back for her belongings, there are other girls waiting for this room," Ms. Fry informed, her voice cold and uncaring.

"Get out! Get out!" Angie shouted, rage filling her body. How could they just throw Peggy away as if she was nothing but trash to them? Peggy may have meant nothing to them but to Angie she meant everything, she was everything. "I will pack her things."

Ms. Fry dismissed the girls, waiting for them all to leave the room before speaking. "Ms. Martinelli, I know Ms. Carter was your friend but she lied to you, to all of us, she's not the person she led us to believe." Ms. Fry had spoken softly, her hand resting on Angie's shoulder.

Angie brushed her hand away and shook her head.

"I might not know everything about Peggy but she is my friend and whatever those men think she did, she didn't do. She is a good person," Angie said fiercely.

Ms. Fry nodded, "I'll leave you to pack then." Without another word she turned on her heels and left Angie standing in the middle of Peggy's room, still clenching the red hat tightly in her hands.

Angie moved to the now almost empty dresser in the corner of the room and pulled open the top drawer, sitting on top was a small stack of old faded photos. Angie picked them up and sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew she should just put the photos into a box instead of going through them without Peggy's permission but Angie couldn't help herself, she hardly knew anything about the older woman she was hoping these photos would give her some insight into Peggy's life.

The first picture was of a younger Peggy with an older man that had the same cocky smirk. His arm was around Peggy's shoulder and he looked proud. Peggy's father, Angie assumed. She flipped the picture over and read the unmistakable elegant handwriting of Peggy's on the back '1936 Dad and I'

The next picture was Peggy with a woman who could have been her twin if she was younger. They had the same wide brown eyes, the same curly brunette hair, the same strong features. They both stood with the same confidence, like they alone could take on all of the world's problems. Peggy stood with her hands on her hips, smiling over at the woman. The older woman smiled down at Peggy. Flipping the picture over Angie read the writing. " Peggy, my darling, please be safe over in America. Come back to your father and I, and bring some grandkids with you, Love Mum."

The next picture was of a scrawny soldier with boyish features. He stood at attention next to Peggy, a small smile playing at his lips. Peggy almost towered over the man, her face was set into a hardline, but her eyes showed affection. There was only one word written on the back of the photo in Peggy's handwriting. 'Steve.'

The last picture was of a group of men standing around Peggy, all of them holding some kind of gun and smiling. They all wore the same military uniforms except for Peggy whom's shirt was torn at her right shoulder. A bandage was wrapped around her shoulder and chest, with two large dark spots on it, which Angie assumed was blood. Angie gasped, her hand coming to up and covering her mouth. She knew whatever Peggy did was dangerous but she never knew that Peggy was ever shot, never knew she was almost killed.

Panic filled the brunette, she knew that she had to get Peggy out of the SSR soon before she got hurt, or worse killed.

A few hours later…...

Jarvis pulled into the alley between the Bell Company and another office building. He shut the engine off and turned to Angie, who was sitting in the passenger seat playing with her fingers. She looked nervous but determined.

"Let me go in first, I have a plan Miss Martinelli," Jarvis said as he reached behind the front seat and pulled out a brown leather briefcase before stepping out of the car. He leans down and sticks his head in the window, flashing Angie what he thought to be a confident smile but looked more like a uncertain smile. "Give me thirty minutes, if we are not out by then, you can go along with your plan." Jarvis stood smoothing his hands over his suit.

Angie leaned over the front seat and looked up at Jarvis. "Be careful Mr. Fancy."

"I am always careful Miss Martinelli," he assured the waitress before walking down the alley and towards the Bell Company.

Jarvis smoothed his hand over his suit again, straightened up his back, and held his head high as he walked through the doors and to the elevator. Sweat broke out on his brows as he waited for the elevator doors to open, he felt eyes on him as he stood there. A ding sounded a few seconds later as the elevator doors slid open. Jarvis stepped through and pressed the button for the 5th floor.

The doors of the elevator opened and Jarvis stepped into a room with at least ten women lining one wall, some were answering calls as others turned to stare at him. He walked over to a woman with reddish blonde hair, black framed glasses, and a floral dress on.

"Pardon me."

She looked up at him with a fake smile, one hand reaching for the gun under her desk. "Sir, can I help you?" She asked, her fake smile growing wider.

"Yes, I am looking for Chief Dooley."

"Um, sorry I don't know who that is." Her smile never faltering as she spoke. Jarvis watched as her hand gripped the brown handle of her revolver and started to pull it from it's holster.

"He runs this operation, The SSR that is," Jarvis tilts his head towards the door. "I've been here before for questioning."

"Sir, I..I wish that I could help you but we are very busy and only authorized personnel are allowed in here."

"Can't you just," He motioned towards the phone board. "Punch him up on your board and tell him that Edwin Jarvis is here," He lifts his briefcase up and smiled. "With the signed confession of Howard Stark." His smiled brightened when everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at him.

The woman turned around and plugged a cord into the board, she looked back up at Jarvis. "Hold please."

The door beside Jarvis swings open and Jack Thompson appears. "Chief Dooley will see you now, right this way Mr. Jarvis." Jack held his hand up gesturing down the hall. Jarvis smiled a thank you to the woman and followed Jack down the hall. Jarvis followed the slightly shorter man to a room at the end of the hall. All eyes were on them as the walked across the office. Hush whispers broke out among the men in the office.

"Chief Dooley will be with you soon." Jack grunted opening up a door that had Interrogation written across it and leading Jarvis inside.

"Oh Miss Carter." Jarvis gasped as he moved to the table in the middle of the room, which Peggy was handcuffed to. Thompson moved quickly and handcuffed Jarvis to the table as well. "Make yourself comfortable Mr. Jarvis." He laughed leaving the room.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Jarvis?" Peggy asked quietly, running her tongue over her bruised and bloody lip.

"I'm here to get you out of here," he answered, pulling a handkerchief out of his suit pocket. "What did they do to you?" He started to wipe away the blood on Peggy's bruised face.

"Tried to get me to talk," she grunted.

"And you didn't," Jarvis answered, wiping away the blood from Peggy's lip and nose. He brushed her brunette hair out of her face and dabs at the cut above her eyebrow. "I'll tend to your wounds better when we get out of here."

"And how exactly are we going to do that, Mr. Jarvis?" She asked, looking up at him with an arched eyebrow.

"I haven't the slightest clue, I didn't expect to be handcuffed to a table." Jarvis stressed each word by pulling on said handcuffs.

Peggy half listened to him as she stared at the one way mirror, trying to formulate a plan out of here. "Mr. Jarvis, how would you feel if we smashed that mirror with this table?" Peggy asked looking up at the butler.

He looked down at her then up at the mirror, smiling slightly. "I would feel splendid about it."

"Then on the count of three."

"Battering ram." Jarvis smirked.

Turning the table lengthwise, they each grabbed a side. "Ready?" Jarvis asked.

"One…. Two," They echoed, swinging the table back and forth to gain momentum. Right before Peggy said three, Jarvis stopped swinging.

"Wait," He called "What if there are people behind this mirror that we are breaking.?"

"Then they may get hurt, there will be a spray of glass."

"I see." Jarvis nodded, looking back at the mirror.

They start to swing the table back and forth again. "One….Two,"

" No! Wait!" Jarvis called again, looking at Peggy as she rolled her eyes.

"What if these hypothetical people behind this mirror have gun?"

"Then we may get hurt, there will be a spray of bullets." Peggy replied.

"I see."

Once more they started to swing the table. "One….two,"

Peggy prayed that Jarvis wouldn't stop them this time.

"Three," Jarvis counted as the table rammed into the mirror. The glass broke into several pieces, falling on both sides of the room. Setting the table back down, Jarvis smiled at the brunette.

"No people," he stated. "Everybody wins."

"I just thought of something," Peggy proclaimed.

"We are still attached to a table." Jarvis said, pulling at the handcuffs.

"We are still attached to a table," Peggy repeated. They stared at each other for a few seconds then looked down at the cuffs. "Bloody hell," Peggy whispered, tugging at the handcuffs forcibly.

"What the hell is going on in here?"