"How many places do you have Stark?" Angie asked as she and Howard walked through the front door of mansion. Peggy, Jarvis, and George were outside, transferring their stuff from one car to another.

"I can't remember," Howard answered walking off towards the study for a drink.

Angie followed after him, sitting down in a plush leather chair as he poured himself a drink.

"Drink?" He asked holding up a bottle of scotch. She nodded her head yes.

She really liked Howard, of course he hit on her too much and annoyed the hell out of Peggy, but he was funny and could be sweet at times.

"How do you not know how many places you own?"

He shrugged and sat across from her, handing her the glass.

"I just lost count after the first ten."

Angie took a sip of the scotch, grimacing as it burned it's way down her throat.

"Why buy all these places if you don't need them or use them?"

Howard leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the coffee table. "I use them to hold my inventions." He takes a sip of his drink and sighs, "Some of my inventions aren't really safe, so I hide them away in my houses."

"But didn't someone break into one of them and steal your inventions?"

"Yes well, that will not happen again, besides I got Peggy working on that," he said, downing his drink and getting up to pour another one.

"Why do you make things that are so dangerous?" Angie asked.

Howard looked over at her and downed his second drink, then poured himself another one.

"I don't mean for them to be so dangerous, I swear they never start out that way it just happens." He sat down on the coffee table in front of the waitress.

"I know all I have done my whole life is create destruction, I have harmed far more people than I have helped but," He looked down at his hands then looked back at Angie with sad, regretful eyes. "Project Rebirth was…. Steve was the one thing I have done that brought good into this world."

"You care for him, like Peggy does." Angie stated. Howard nodded his head and reached for Angie's drink, downing his drink then hers in quick succession. A single tear fell from his eye and he scrubbed at it with the back of his hand.

"Can you keep a secret?"He asked and Angie nodded her head yes.

"From Peggy?"

Could she really keep a secret from Peggy? After she had yelled at the agent for keeping secrets from her, after the agent had poured her heart and soul out to her just the day before? It wouldn't be fair to Peggy. Howard was looking at her, his eyes pleading her to say yes. Finally she nodded her head yes.

"I have been looking for Steve for months and I think I'm close to finding him," Howard said, "And I think once I find him I could bring him back, if he was frozen, I can bring him back."

Angie just stared at Howard, her mind reeling. How could that even be possible? How could Howard bring someone back from the dead? Though, Angie supposed if anyone could do it, it would be the man who created a super soldier out of a skinny man from Brooklyn and created a device that results in a concussive blast, followed by a vacuum implosion.

"Why haven't you told Peggy?"

"I don't want to give her false hope," He answered, "Losing Steve almost destroyed her and I could not bare giving her hope that I could bring him back just to rip it away if I cannot do it. She deserves to be happy."

"You are a good man Howard, despite the things you have done, you are a good man," Angie said, placing her hand over Howard's.

"You are a lot like him, you see the good in everyone despite all the bad they have done." Howard smiled at her, placing his other hand over her's. While Steve and Angie were different in many ways, they had the same heart, they were both fiercely loyal and both would do everything in their power to protect the ones they loved.

"I don't see how I am anything like Captain America, he was a hero and I am just a waitress."

"You're more than just a waitress Angie," Peggy said from where she was leaning against the door frame to the study. She smiled over at the waitress and made her way into the room.

"We'll be staying here for the night and leaving first thing in the morning, Jarvis and George went to get something to eat." Peggy spoke, grabbing the two empty glasses from the coffee table and walked over to the liquor cabinet. She filled the two glasses up and then one for herself.

"So, what were you two talking about?" She asked, handing Angie and Howard their drinks and taking a seat on the couch.

"I was telling Angie here she has the same devilish good looks as Steve," Howard answered with a wink to Angie, who blushed a bright red.

Howard moved from his spot of the coffee table and sat down on the other end of the couch, throwing his legs over Peggy's. Peggy rolled her eyes and pushed his legs off of her.

"I am not a footstool, Howard."

"Awww, come one Pegs, I have had a long day," he whined putting his legs back on her.

"You've had a long day?" She asked, pushing him off her again. "I did not know that annoying the bloody hell out of me was so much work."

Angie watched them with an amused smile as the bickered back and forth. She noted that as the two continued to bicker, Peggy started to relax more and more, her shoulders weren't a tense as they had been the past few days, her eyes weren't darting all around the room as if she expected something to jump out at them. Even with Howard irritating her, Peggy was at ease.

"Have you two ever," Angie motioned between the two on the couch, "Dated?"

Peggy remembered Steve asking her the same thing once upon a time, after he had kissed some blonde and after she had unloaded an entire pistol clip at him. She remembered the hurt she felt as she watched the man she loved kiss another woman, she remembered the betrayal she felt as if it had happened yesterday.

"I have tried, many times but Pegs, she's too good for me and besides I could not compete with Cap." It was left unsaid that they both loved Steve too much to actually try to date. They had made jokes about it, kissed in a haze of booze and grief after Steve had died but that was as far as it went. They both knew nothing good would come of dating when they were both still so in love with Steve Rogers.

Angie wondered what would happen if Howard was actually able to bring Steve back. Would Peggy just forget about her and go running back to Steve? Would she have to compete with Steve for Peggy's love? There was no way that she could ever go against Steve Rogers and win, he was Captain America, he was a hero and he could protect Peggy and she was just a waitress, a failed actress, she was no one compared to Steve.

As if sensing what she was thinking, Howard stated with a wink, "But you Angie, you would give Cap a run for his money."

Peggy gave Howard a grateful smile and stood from the couch, reaching her hand out to the waitress. "Help me change my bandages?"

Angie nodded and allowed the agent to lift her from her seat. Peggy laced their fingers together and led her towards the stairs.

"I'll just stay here and drink by myself then," Howard called after them, grabbing Peggy's discarded drink from the table.

Peggy sighed at the bottom of the stairs and calls out to Howard. "Come on Stark, you can sit with us."

Howard grinned and jumped up from his seat, grabbing the bottle of scotch and then followed them up the stairs to the master bedroom. Peggy sat down on the edge of the bed next to an open dufflebag full of medical supplies. Angie stood between Peggy's legs and helped the agent remove her blazer. Howard threw himself onto the bed and propped himself up with a pillow beside Peggy.

Angie searched the dufflebag for a roll of gauze, adhesive bandages, a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a small pair of scissors, a washcloth and a pair of gloves. She handed the stuff to Howard, who sat up slightly and placed the bottle of scotch on the floor beside the bed. Angie pulled one glove on then the other and reached forward to unbutton Peggy's shirt.

Angie slipped the shirt over Peggy's shoulder and down her arms, revealing her bruised torso.

"Damn Pegs, who the hell got a hold of you?" Howard asked.

"She says a highly trained assassin but she got her ass kicked by one of the girls from the Griffith." Angie said with a teasing smile to the agent. Peggy rolled her eyes at the waitress and scooped up the scotch from the floor, taking a long drink from it.

Angie carefully pulled the bandage from Peggy's right shoulder and dropped it to the floor. Howard handed her the washcloth and the peroxide. The waitress placed the washcloth just under the cut and poured some of the peroxide on the cut. She wiped the cut then held her hand out for a bandage and Howard handed one to her. They worked like that in silence, Angie cleaning the wounds and Howard handing her the things she needed. Before long they were done and Angie was helping Peggy dress once more.

"So Pegs, ready to check out the weapons in the basement?" Howard asked standing from the bed and picking up the scotch. Peggy nodded her head and stood as well. Howard walked out of the room and down the hall.

"Coming?" She asked the waitress.

Angie shook her head no and motioned the old bandages on the floor. "I'm just gonna clean up, you two go ahead."

Peggy grabbed her Walther PPK from the nightstand and gave it to Angie. "Do you know how to use one of these?"

"Point and shoot," Angie said with a shrug of her shoulders. Peggy laughed and shook her head, coming to stand behind the waitress. Peggy placed both of her hands over the waitress's. She brought their hands up and aimed the pistol at the wall.

"Pull the trigger," she said softly in the waitress's ear, her breath hitting the waitress's neck, sending a shiver down Angie's spine. Anige placed her pointer finger on the trigger and pressed down. Click.

"You have to take the safety off first, otherwise it won't shoot." The agent moved Angie's finger to the safety.

"Shoot anyone who comes up here that is not me, Stark, Jarvis or your brother." The agent dropped her hands from Angie's and moved them to grip her hips, kissing along the back off Angie's neck.

"Mmmmm, don't start something you're not gonna finish English."

"Mmmm, you're right," Peggy said, dropping her hands and stepping back from the waitress. "I will be back up in a little while."

Peggy left Angie standing in the bedroom, gripping the Walther PPK tightly. Angie sighed and threw the pistol on the bed and went to clean up the bandages and supplies. Once that was done she gathered a robe from the closet and the pistol then headed into the bathroom for a bath.

15 minutes later..

Anige heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall towards the bedroom. She sat up in the tub and grabbed the pistol from the floor.

"Peggy? is that you?" Angie called out, gripping the gun tightly in her shaky hands. She raised the pistol towards the door as the footsteps got louder. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and a tremor of fear crept through her.

"English if you are trying to scare me it's not going to work."

The footsteps were just outside the bathroom door. Angie could see a shadow under the door.

"Peggy?" Angie called out one more time. Seconds later the bathroom door busted open and a man stepped in. Angie pulled the trigger on the pistol. Click. Click. Click.