Dottie was moved into a cell for the night. To her delight, they actually handcuffed one hand to her bed frame. She wasn't sure if they were just frightened she would somehow escape, or if they were just being hospitable. Either way, maybe she would get to dream of the sweet English Agent again after all.

The next morning, when Agent Thomson entered the interrogation room, Dottie was slouched in her chair, her legs open in a power position, her red nails clicking slowly against the table surface. Dottie looked up, fully expecting to see Peggy Carter, and instead was met with the face of a worn man, holding a stick, and a carrot.

"Where's Peggy?" Dottie instantly asked, frowning slightly. She had no problem admitting that she was disappointed by his arrival instead of hers.

"Carter? She's moved onto a new case. You're yesterday's news for her." Thomson replied. Dottie immediately felt the need to get under this man's skin as he gave her some speech about a carrot and stick before unlocking her cuffs. He was trying to do a Peggy. It wasn't working.

Next thing she knew, Dottie had pushed the table onto him, sending him backwards onto the floor, she pushed harder, the table against his throat. He was struggling to breathe. This man disappointed her to no end, "You're too easy." She stated, staring at him with wide blue eyes, "We need Peggy." Agents burst into the room to pull her away from the table, and she let them, raising her hands in a victorious surrender, never leaving eye contact with the Agent she had almost killed.

Agent Jack came back later on to try again, keeping the handcuffs on the murderous brunette this time. Dottie wanted to know what he would give her, his response was something along the lines of a beating she wouldn't forget. The Russian's demeanour was as cool as the country from which she came.

"If you want more from me than a sore throat, this has to be an exchange." Dottie averted her gaze, almost playfully, knowing what she said would annoy him, "Peggy would've known that." She said simply. Jack Thomson, as predicted, was visibly annoyed. The conversation turned to prison being better than the electric chair, and with that, Dottie smiled, she prepared herself to give Jack the information he think he wanted.

Men burst into the room and cut Dottie's chains immediately. As she discovered, they were the FBI, and they took custody of her.

"Tell Peggy I say bye." Dottie breathed with a grin, as she was pulled out of the room. She would see her again soon.

In LA, news soon (a few days later) got to Peggy that Dottie had had the upper hand over Thomson and tried to kill him almost as soon as questioning began, before she was later taken into custody by the FBI and escaped from them too. Peggy was not at all surprised, and she was not at all pleased. She was furious. If Thomson had just kept her there instead of trying to protect his ridiculous ego, the SSR could have had something. Instead she was now stuck with Daniel Sousa with a familiar lack of power – he still treated her like some fragile dame. Dottie certainly didn't, and maybe that was why Peggy enjoyed fighting her, interrogating her. Dottie treat her like an equal, and Peggy did the same.

Peggy pushed Dottie from her mind, not for the first time since leaving New York. When she had ended up cramped into a telephone box with Dr. Wilkes, her thoughts had flown to Dottie. When they kissed, her thoughts had flown to Dottie. Peggy found herself unwillingly imagining that his lips were hers. When she pulled away from him, strange desire told her she wanted Dottie again, so they kissed again. He didn't in any way match up to Dottie, but for now it was all she had.

Soon after, he was caught in the Zero Matter explosion.

Peggy stayed with Edwin Jarvis and Mrs. Jarvis that night in one of Howard Stark's many residences. She felt Wilkes' death was her fault. She shouldn't have involved a civilian. She suddenly just wanted to go home and see Angie; but her friend would not be likely happy to see her right now, and Peggy knew that, sadly. She sighed, getting up from her seat by the window and she walked over to the telephone. Perhaps she could call; it was Angie's day off after all – Peggy suspected she would be reading a book or something.

Peggy paused; she was reluctant to receive harsh words right now. She bit her lip, picking up the receiver, she took a risk, and she dialled home.

"Hello?"

Peggy sighed with relief, "Angie." She said, with a smile. Angie seemed to pause,

"Peggy... hi. Are you enjoying your holiday?" The waitress' tone held some frost.

"Angie, I'm sorry I left in such a hurry. I... was just calling because I was missing home. Um, I was missing my..., I was missing you. We haven't really been on the best of terms and I thought I could perhaps-," Peggy blathered.

"No, I miss you too." Angie interrupted, "Just kinda sucked you couldn't wait another hour or somethin' to say goodbye." The blonde's tone had warmed slightly, upon hearing Peggy was sorry, and was thinking of her. She smiled on the other end of the line. The two talked for a little while.

"When will you be home?" Angie asked, her tone friendly again, "I'll bake a pie and you can tell me all about your trip."

It was Peggy's turn to smile, "I don't know yet honestly Angie. But I'll let you know the moment I find out, alright?" Angie nodded absentmindedly before realising Peggy couldn't see her, "Okay, English, you make sure you do. I'll see you then." Peggy held the receiver with her other hand too, as if to hold onto the friend she had been missing for quite a few weeks now, and there was silence for a moment before they both said their goodbyes in unison, Peggy laughed, "Sorry, you first."

"Have a good time, English. Think of me." Angie giggled.

"Of course I will, darling. Thank you." Peggy said fondly, before putting down the phone.

Peggy would also find herself thinking of the Russian who had escaped both the SSR and the Federal Bureau of Investigation. What was her plan? Did she want the pin back? Did she want to have her revenge on Peggy? Did she want Peggy full-stop? What did Peggy herself want?

Peggy Carter sighed, "What have you done?"