Much to everyone's' surprise, especially Peggy's since he never arrived before her unless he had ended up crashing there overnight, Howard Stark arrived to the S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters bright and early the next morning. He intercepted Peggy before she made it to her office and paperwork. Instead he whisked her quickly down to interrogation where he had already gotten Suspect 498 moved into one of the small secure rooms.

Howard then proceeded to kick the rest of the staff off the floor and put it into lockdown.

"Might I ask you what exactly is going on here, Howard? Is this really necessary?" She asked a frown marring the curve of her red painted lips. "Or are you being over dramatic as usual."

Howard rolled his eyes at his friend and co-worker and tried guiding her over to a chair, but she stood firm with her arms crossed.

"Alright, fine. Be that way." He plopped down in the chair that Peggy had refused and propped his feet up on the edge of the table.

"We need to talk to this girl."

"She's been interrogated by our bes-."

Howard cut in before she could finish her sentence "I don't think this needs to be common knowledge at all. In fact I think we should keep any and all info on." Here he grabbed the file on Suspect 498 that had been laying on the table and flipped it open. "Darcy Lewis, to ourselves."

"Why?"

"Let's just talk with the girl ourselves, Pegs."

"What are you not telling me?"

"If I'm already not telling you something, did you think asking me that question would really help? C'mon, let's go, time's money, Darlin'."

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The last 24 hours (give or take) since she honestly couldn't tell how long she had been out of it before being questioned the day before, had not been pleasant to say the least. She had been caught in a lab accident of questionable origin, she'd been shot with a sedative, questioned repeatedly by what she assumed were more MIB's but of the non-Coulson variety, and then once again had her music stolen from her. Un-fucking-believable. Now she was back in the same interrogation room as the last time and she had watched way too many spy flicks on Netflix to think that this was going to end well for her.

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"Ms. Lewis, my name is Agent Carter and this is Mr. Stark." Peggy said as she and Howard took seats across from their prisoner.

Said prisoner, who had the day before been overly talkative and rather brash with the agents now sat gaping at the two of them. When it became clear to Peggy that Ms. Lewis was not about to say anything she began again.

"As I stated I am-" No one was going to let her complete a thought today it seemed.

"Peggy Carter, oh wow. The Peggy Carter…and Howard Stark. I am so entirely fucked right now."

Ms. Lewis' outburst took a second to register in Peggy's brain as Howard choked down a laugh next to her. But unlike him, she did not find the situation amusing in the slightest.

"How did you know my name?" Howard's name made sense, newspapers and newsreels showcased him often enough. But her name was rarely matched to her face that quickly. Even back when that god-awful Captain America radio show was on daily.

"I think I can guess." Said Howard.

Ms. Lewis still looked gobsmacked in general, but the look she turned on Howard was considering and intelligent.

"I guess the people that took all my personal stuff handed them off to you then?" she asked.

"Something along those lines, Ms. Maybe we can start this over, I'm Howard Stark, owner of Stark Industries, and director of a new program called S.H.I.E.L.D." he paused to smirk at the younger woman. "But then I have a feeling this is not new information for you…" he trailed off.

"Yes and no."

"Of course, that would be much too easy."

Ms. Lewis laughed, sounding a little desperate in the process.

"Are you a physicist? An engineer? Both?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed a little bit lighter this time.

"You were able to open some of my apps weren't you? You didn't delete any of my music by accident, right? Wait, how did you keep it charged? Never mind, you could tell me but it'd go over my head." She jerked her hands and looked surprised to see them still handcuffed to the table. It seemed as if the woman had forgotten she was chained up in the first place.

"Anyway, so not a physicist but my boss is an astrophysicist."

"That would be Dr. Jane Foster, I assume?"

Normally Agent Carter would never interrupt an interrogation where the person being interrogated was actually giving useful information. But since both Howard and Ms. Lewis seemed to have forgotten she was present and not a single one of their statements made any sense to her she broke her own rule and interrupted their conversation.

"Who is Dr. Jane Foster?"

Both Howard and Darcy turned towards her and her first assessment that they might have (despite the circumstances) forgotten she was still sitting there appeared correct.

"My boss/BFF. She's recently made one of history's biggest breakthroughs in her field."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. monitors all new scientific achievements, why have I never heard of Dr. Foster?"

"Ah, Pegs." She glared at Howard and his familiar tone in front of a prisoner but he ignored her and continued. "That's what makes this all so exciting and covert. Ms. Lewis do you mind telling us what year you were born?"

"I do mind, but I figure you aren't going to be letting me go anytime soon sooo…not that I have any place to go at this point…. 1991."

"What?" Peggy asked less than intelligently.

"Ms. Darcy Lewis here, is from the future."

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The interrogation had only gone downhill from there. Howard had asked quite a few questions about Dr. Foster's work. A few questions about S.H.I.E.L.D. itself (apparently, Ms. Lewis wasn't an Agent in the future, but she apparently had a contact with the agency, whose correspondence Howard had been able to read part of) had also been asked. After that the questions and answers had progressively become more technical and Peggy had been left in the dust as the two discussed the technology they had originally removed from Ms. Lewis' person.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Howard (who had seemed to forget how to knock) barreling into her office carrying a mass of written math equations.

"So, in light of everything Peggy, I think our best bet is to set Ms. Lewis up with a new identity and give her a job here."

"You must be joking."

"I'm really not."