Peggy and Howard made their way down to the basement, stopping at giant vault door with a keypad and a fingerprint scanner.

"If only those kept people from stealing your inventions," Peggy teased as Howard unlocked the vault and stepped inside.

This vault was much smaller than the last one and three of the walls were lined with shelves. Each shelf had a variety of inventions on them. On the back wall was a large map on the word, next to that was a picture of Steve and his first shield and his first suit, when he was nothing more than a pawn to get people to buy war bonds.

Peggy walked over to the shield and ran her fingers along it. It was scratched, dirty and had little dents all over it. "He look quite ridiculous in that thing, didn't he?" The agent asked motioning to the suit

Howard laughed and shook his head, coming to stand next to the burnette. "He did and the way he pranced around on stage completely ridiculous."

Peggy smiled softly and walked away from the wall over to a shelf filled with different types of guns. She picked up an M1 Carbine, turning it over in her hands inspecting it.

"I have armour piercing rounds for every gun except the Walther PPk and the Ithaca 37." Howard said grabbing a baton for one of the shelves. "I made this for you some time ago."

Peggy took the baton from him and twirled it in her hand, feeling the weight of it, swinging it out in front of her.

"Press that button there." Howard pointed to a little red button near the handle of the baton. The agent pressed the button and a loud crackling sound came from the tip of the baton along with a white glowing light that look like lightning.

"It send electric pulses that locks the muscles of whoever you hit with it, you can completely incapacitate someone in seconds," Howard said with excitement, waving his hands around in the air. "Or you can just beat them with it."

The agent sat the baton down on the table in the middle of the room along with the M1 Carbine, some rounds for it and her Walther PPK.

"What else do you got?" She asked grabbing a duffel bag from a shelf, placing it on the table as well. Howard went to a shelf by the vault door and grabbed a what looked like an umbrella then threw it across the room to Peggy.

"Great an umbrella, just what I needed."

"It's not just an umbrella, the handle have a knife in it and it can take the weight of a full grown man, you can take it with you anywhere, no one will think it is a weapon," Howard said as he picked up a small round grenade and tossed it to the Agent.

Peggy quickly dropped the umbrella to catch the grenade before it hit the ground. "Howard!" She shouted.

"Don't worry Pegs, it's not live," Howard said taking it from her hands and showing her a tiny red button on the grenade. "When it's activated it sticks to whatever you throw it at." Howard placed the grenade in the duffle bag along with the rest of the ones of the shelf.

"What's with the lamp?" Peggy questioned pointing to a table lamp that was sitting on the floor by the door.

"It is a lamp that turns on when you clap." Howard clapped his hands loudly and a few seconds later the lamp comes on then explodes. Peggy grabbed Howard and shoved him to the ground and covered her head with her hands as glass shattered around the room from the explosion.

"It's still a work in progress,' he stated, standing up and brushing his suit off.

"Obviously," Peggy said rolling her eyes at the man.

Howard grabbed some black vest from a shelf and placed it in the duffel bag. "New and improved bullet proof vest made from Kevlar, it's a lightweight, stronger than steel fiber that can stop almost any bullet." Howard moved away from the table and over to a shelf at the back of the room. He grabbed a couple of different items and walked back towards the table.

A blood curdling scream from upstairs startled Howard causing him to drop the things he was holding. "What was that?" He asked looking to the agent. Peggy grabbed the closest gun to her and took off out of the vault and up the stairs towards the screaming.

Shotgun pointed out in front of her, Peggy took the corners fast, barely checking to see if anyone was there. Howard followed behind her with a pistol in his hands. The screaming died down and it was dead quiet other than the sound of the agent's and Howard's foot steps.

The agent climbed up the stairs as fast as she could, trying to calm the beating of her heart. At the top of the stairs, she looked left then right before stepping onto the second floor. She moved quickly down the hall towards the master bedroom where she had left Angie. She opened each door she passed, quickly scanning the rooms for anyone before moving on.

The agent and Howard stopped in front of the closed door to the master bedroom. Peggy did a series of hand signals that left Howard staring at her clearly confused.

"I don't know what those mean," he whispered. The agent rolled her eyes and suppressed a sigh.

"On my count I want you to kick the door in, I will go in first you go in right after me, train your sights on the targets but do not shoot, unless I say." Peggy whispered back, holding up three fingers and slowly, one by one put them down.

Howard kicked the door in and stepped back and out of the way. Peggy rushed in, shotgun searching every corner of the room before landing on a tall man with long brown hair, a mask covering half his face and a bionic arm that was wrapped tightly around Angie.

"Peggy! You have to go, he wants you not me." Angie shouted, her eyes wide with panic. The man's grip tightened on Angie as he stared the agent down.

"Let her go," Peggy demanded, gun trained on his head. She could not shoot him, they both knew it. If she fired even just one shoot at him Angie would be hit in the process. The agent cursed herself for grabbing the shotgun instead of a pistol

Both the agent and the man stared at each other, eyes unblinking for several moments. There was something familiar about this man's brown eyes but Peggy couldn't place it. She felt like she knew this man but she definitely would have remembered meeting someone with a metal arm.

" Брось пистолет," He spoke in a rusty Russian accent. " Брось пистолет,или я убью ее."

Peggy sorted through what she knew of the Russian language and nodded to the man once she understood what he had said.

"Put the gun down Howard,"Peggy ordered, placing her shotgun at her feet and kicking it behind her. "Now Howard."

Howard hesitated, keeping the pistol pointed at the man's head. "Pegs, I don't think that is a good idea."

"Drop the gun NOW!" The man shouted at Howard, pulling a knife from his pocket and placing it to Angie's throat. The waitress whimpered as the knife dug into her flesh, drawing blood.

"Now Howard!" Peggy cried out.

"Okay, okay," Howard said placing the pistol on the ground in front of him. The man motioned with his knife for Howard to kick the gun away. Howard kicked the pistol across the room towards Angie and her captor.

"Let her go." Peggy demanded again, her voice stern. She took a step closer to them and the man dug the knife in harder. Peggy raised her hands up slightly.

"Please let her go, please," Peggy begged, "You can take me just let her go."

Peggy Carter had only ever begged three times in her life. The first time was when she begged Steve not to crash the plane, begged him to give her time to figure out how to save him. The second time she begged was just days ago, when she begged Angie to leave with George and Jarvis. And now was the third time she begged. Each time she begged was to save someone she loved.

"Take me!" The agent yelled but the man just stared at her, his grip on Angie tightening.

"Howard," Peggy whispered, her lips barely moving. "As soon as Angie is free from him, you get her out of her."

Howard nodded.

Peggy charged at Angie and her captor. The man threw Angie to the side and grabbed Peggy by her throat with his metal arm. Howard rushed forward and grabbed Angie pulling her towards the door.

Peggy grasped at the hand around her neck, trying to pry it away. Her red, chipped nails clawed at the metal arm as she gasped for air, trying to fill her burning lungs. Her eyes grew wide and unfocused and panic settled in her chest. She was losing consciousness fast and knew if she didn't do something quick she would die.

"Let me go," Angie said, kicking Howard in the groin and moving to pick up his discarded pistol.

She gripped the pistol tightly in both hands and pointed it at the man's head, making sure to turn the safety off this time.

"You're killing her stop!" Angie cried out. The man looked away from Peggy to the waitress.

"она моя миссия" He spoke softly to the waitress but she just shook her head at him, she didn't understand. "She is my mission." He said, his voice filled with something like remorse.

Peggy reached for the knife she kept on her person while the man was distracted with Angie. She clasped the handle in her hands and brought it up, stabbing the man in the neck as hard as she could.

The man let go of Peggy and staggered back, holding his hand to his neck then jumped out of the window. Howard took the pistol from Angie and ran to the window, shooting at the man's retreating figure.

Peggy kneeled on the floor, coughing as she tried to pull air into her burning lungs. Angie was at her side at once, rubbing her back.

"You're okay English, you're okay."

"Are you okay?" Peggy choked out, looking at the cut on the waitress's neck, that was still bleeding a bit. Angie's hand came up to touch the cut, pulling her hand away to see some blood on her fingers.

She shrugged, "I'm okay."

Howard stepped away from the window, looking to the agent and waitress.

"He got away Pegs, I don't think I hit him."

"Howard," Peggy called out, wincing from the pain in her throat and how hoarse her voice sounded. Howard kneeled down in front of the agent. Peggy gripped his shirt tightly in both hands.

"They made a super soldier Howard," the agent said, her voice filled despair, "HYRDA created a super soldier."

All the work they did, that Steve did, to stop HYRDA had been for nothing. They were back and possibly stronger than ever.

"We have to stop them Howard," Peggy said desperately, her eyes fluttering close, she collapsed against him. Angie gave Howard a worried look.

"She'll be okay, we just need to let her rest," Howard said picking the agent up bridal style. "Get the guns and the first aid."

Angie did as he said then followed him out of the room and down the hall to another room. Howard kicked the door open, walking over to the king size bed in the middle of the room. He laid Peggy down and took her shoes off.

"Sit," Howard said motioning to the bed, "Let me put a bandage on that." He took the duffel bag of first aid supplies from the waitress and dug through it for a bandage.

"Thank you," Angie said once he was finished. Howard picked the shotgun up off the bed and handed it to the waitress.

"Stay with her, protect her while she rests, I'll be downstairs making sure no one else gets in," Howard said picking up the pistol and walking towards the door.

Angie called out to the billionaire, "Howard, things are going to get pretty bad aren't they?"

Howard nodded solemnly, "Things are going to get worse before they get better."

Howard walked back over to the bed and sat down. "The SSR is after us, Leviathan want to kill Peggy and take my inventions, HYRDA wants to kill Peggy and do God knows what else," he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "We need to go deep underground but we need to stop HYRDA and Leviathan."

"We can do it though right?" Angie asked.

"I don't know, you, Jarvis, and I aren't exactly soldiers."

"Peggy and George can train us, they can turn us into soldiers." Angie looked over to the sleeping agent then back to Howard. "We can't let Steve's sacrifice be in vain Howard, we have to stop them."

"We'll stop them," Howard promised.