Hey guys, sorry for the wait on this chapter, life, work and school have gotten in the way lately but I did finish the next chapter today, so once I get half way through chapter 16, I'll post it. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this one. Leave a comment if you like to let me know what you think
"I don't like it," Peggy announced, hands on her hips as she stared at the whiteboard in front of her.
Howard rolled his eyes and sighed. "This is the third plan I have come up with, you don't like any of them, but this one is our best bet and we don't have the luxury of time to come up with any other plans."
Peggy exhaled loudly through her nose and turned to look at Howard. "Alright, we'll go with this plan then but-,"
"But if anything happens to her, you'll kill me," Howard finished for her.
"No, if anything happens to her you better pray she'll be okay because what will happen to you will be a fate worse than death." She stalked towards him and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, pulling him off the ground slightly, making her threat very clear.
"I get it Peggy," Howard gulped.
"Do you?" She asked staring him down. "Do you get that keeping her safe is my number one priority? Do you get that she is all I care about? Do you get that I will stop at nothing to keep her safe?"
"I do Peggy, I know you can't lose her and I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening," Howard promised.
The agent searched his eyes for any hints of uncertainty, any hints of doubts that this plan wouldn't work. She couldn't let Angie risk her life if Howard wasn't one hundred percent sure that this plan was going to work perfectly.
She let go of the billionaire's shirt and stepped back, looking down at her feet. "I'm sorry, I just, I love her Howard and I cannot let her get hurt."
Howard stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder, smiling at her. "I know, I know it's okay."
"Right well, we should get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Peggy turned on her heels and left Howard standing in the study alone.
Peggy made her way to the bedroom her and Angie were sharing. She pushed the bedroom door open and stood in the doorway, taking in the sprawled out waitress asleep on the king size bed.
"How could someone so small take up so much room?" Peggy wondered, leaning against the door frame, watching the waitress sleep.
How could she ask Angie to go along with this plan? Granted Angie's part in Howard's plan wasn't the most dangerous part but Peggy still didn't like putting the waitress in harm's way. If Angie got hurt she would never forgive herself. It was her job to keep the waitress safe, she promised George she would. The thought of Angie being hurt in anyway made the agent sick to her stomach.
"You're staring," Angie mumbled from her place on the bed, rolling over to look at the agent.
"Sorry." Peggy shrugged and it was so un-Peggy like that it came off awkward. She pushed herself off the doorframe and walked over to the side of the bed.
"Stop worrying English." Angie reached forward and tugged the agent onto the bed with her.
"Am I that transparent?" Peggy asked then leaned down and pressed her lips to Angie's in a gentle kiss.
"Only to me." Angie reached up a ran a finger across the agent's forehead, tracing the wrinkles there. "Your forehead wrinkles in the most adorable way when you are worrying."
Peggy scoffed at the waitress. "I am not adorable."
"You are," Angie said with a smile. "Now, what has you worrying so much?"
The agent stared down at her hands and began picking at her fingernails, a nervous habit of her's. "There's just so much that can go wrong tomorrow and I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Peggy, we have to stop Dottie and HYDRA no matter what, no matter the risk we don't have a choice, if we don't stop them no one will."
"I know, I know," Peggy groaned, burying her face in a pillow. "I want to stop them, I am going to stop them but I don't want to lose you in the process." Peggy's words came out muffled around the pillow and Angie shook her head, moving closer to the agent.
Angie placed her hands on Peggy's shoulder and worked the tense muscles under her fingers.
"You need to stop worrying, relax and try to get some sleep or you're not going to be any good to us tomorrow," the waitress whispered as she continued to massage Peggy's shoulders.
Peggy turned her head to the side. "I love you Angie."
"I know English, now go to sleep."
Howard and Peggy stood in front of the whiteboard, facing Jarvis, Angie and George briefing them on the plan.
"We will park the car three blocks from the SSR building," Howard pointed to a map of Boston "in the right hand corner of the whiteboard. "Jarvis and George will stay in at the car, keeping an eye out for Dottie or The Winter Soldier."
"Howard, Angie and myself will proceed on foot to the back entrance of the SSR, Angie will distract the guard on duty by playing the part of a young woman who got lost on the way to her hotel."
Angie raised her hand and Peggy nodded at her, allowing her to speak. "What hotel and how long do I need to keep the guard distracted for?" She asked.
Angie was both nervous and excited. She knew she didn't have the biggest part to play in their plan but she was nervous that she would mess up and end up making things harder for Peggy.
"The Northampton," Howard answered, looking at the map of Boston again. "And seeing as we are trying to go in without them noticing that we were ever there, I would say Peggy will need about forty-five seconds to pick the lock on the door."
Angie nodded and rubbed her hands together nervously. What if she couldn't do this? What if she couldn't keep the guard distracted long enough? What if everything went wrong because of her? This was their only chance to get information on HYRDA, and the Winter Soldier. They needed to get this mission done tonight, so they could go after Dottie and Fenhoff.
"Once we are inside we will make our way to the file room, which is located on the other end of the building." Howard pointed to the blueprints on the whiteboard.
Jarvis placed his hand on Angie's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You'll do fine Miss Martinelli," he whispered as Howard droned on and on about the next steps in the mission.
Angie smiled weakly at the butler. Jarvis bumped his shoulder with hers, grinning at the waitress.
Jarvis could see how nervous the poor girl was but he had no doubt that Angie would be able to keep the guard distracted long enough for Howard and Peggy to break in the building.
"You are one hell of an actress, you'll do great," Jarvis reassured her.
"Maybe he was right, maybe I can pull this off," Angie thought. Surely Peggy and Howard wouldn't allow her to do this if they thought for one second she wouldn't be able to pull if off, right? There's no way they would set her up to fail.
Peggy watched as several different emotions passed across Angie's features. She wanted to go over there and wrap her arms around the waitress, calm her nerves. Peggy watched as Jarvis spoke quietly to Angie, smiled at her and bumped his shoulders against her's as if they had been friends for a long time.
Peggy smiled softly to herself. Angie didn't need her all of the time, she didn't need Peggy to comfort her, to calm her nerves. Angie had Jarvis and for that Peggy was thankful.
Howard cleared his throat loudly and glared at the butler and the waitress, who stop talking long enough to look at him then continued talking as if he had never interrupted them.
Howard turned to Peggy, his arms crossed over his chest and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Peggy," he whined, stomping his foot like a toddler.
The agent sighed and turned towards Angie and Jarvis. "Enough you two, this is important, if something goes wrong while we are in the building, you need to know what to do."
Angie and Jarvis nodded and mumbled their apologies to Howard.
"Thank you, now as I was saying."
Jarvis parked the car along the curb, wedged tightly between two cars.
Angie, Howard and Peggy piled out of the car, readjusting all of their mics and earpieces, checking one last time to make sure everything was in working order.
Peggy leaned down and stuck her head in the driverside window, looking from Jarvis to George. "Remember the plan?"
Both men nodded their heads yes.
"Good," Peggy smiled, standing up and stepped away from the car.
Jarvis reached through the window and gripped the agent's arm tightly, pulling her back towards the car. "Protect her Miss Carter, at all cost."
While Jarvis had no doubts that Angie could pull her part of the plan off flawlessly, he still worried for the younger woman's safety.
Peggy nodded her head, "Of course Mister Jarvis."
The butler loosened his grip on her arm, looking up into her eyes then let it go completely. "Alright, get going then, good luck Miss Carter."
"Keep your eyes open and radio in any problems," Peggy reminded him before walking to catch up with Howard and Angie, who had started walking towards the SSR building.
Peggy smiled to herself as she made her way down the sidewalk. She knew that if anything ever happened to her, she could count on Jarvis to take care of and protect Angie. She felt much better knowing that Angie had Jarvis to look after her.
"What was that about?" Howard asked when Peggy was within earshot.
"Just Jarvis wishing us good luck."
"Ahhh." Howard threw his arms around Angie's and Peggy's shoulders as they walked. "No need for luck, we got the best damn Agent in the world and the best damn actress in the world on this mission, plus a devilishly handsome billionaire, what could possibly go wrong?"
Angie groaned loudly and shoved Howard away from her. "Did you really just ask what could possibly go wrong?"
"Yes?" he questioned, raising his eyebrow up at Peggy, whom just shook her head at him.
"You do realize that you just jinxed us right?" Angie asked him but she didn't give him a chance to answer. "Asking what could possibly go wrong is just asking for everything to go wrong, mark my words Stark something is going to go wrong now."
"I did not jinx us."
"Starting to regret your decision to take Mister Stark with you yet?" Jarvis's voice came through Peggy's earpiece, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"You know why I left you in that car Jarvis," Peggy answered. "You are much more observant than Howard is."
"Sir, you can not park here," A muffled voice came through their earpieces, causing the trio to stop in their tracks.
"Jarvis, who is that?" Peggy asked looking back down the street they came from but it was no use, they were too far away from the car to be able to see what was going on.
"Jarvis? George?" Peggy asked, getting ready to run back towards the car. "Do we abort the mission?"
"Wait," Howard ordered, grabbing a hold of Peggy's arm and keeping her from moving. "Give them time to handle whatever it is, this is our only chance to do this."
She knew he was right, she knew that if they had to abort the mission that they had no chance on getting information on The Winter Soldier and HYDRA. Dottie already knew they were in Boston, it was only a matter of time before she found them at Howard mansion.
She nodded her head at Howard and he released her arm.
Angie moved to stand next to Peggy, her hand finding the brunette's and gripping it tightly. Her stomach knotted in worry for her brother and Jarvis. Angie knew that what they were doing was going to be dangerous but she thought it was only going to be dangerous for Peggy, Howard and herself. She figured that the car would have been the safest place for her brother.
She wanted to keep him safe, keep him from harm. It was her fault he was even in the mess and if anything happened to him the guilt of that would probably destroy her. How would she explained to their parents that after surviving the war, George was killed here because she pulled him into a world of spies and a war between two secret government agencies. How would she explained to them that George was killed because she was foolish enough to fall in love with a secret government agent?
Peggy gave the younger woman's hand a squeeze and smile down at her. "He'll be okay."
"I hope so," Angie mumbled, looking down at her boots, dragging the tip of one across the sidewalk.
"I know so, he's a soldier Angie, he can handle whatever it is."
"He used to be a soldier Peggy, he's not anymore."
Peggy kissed the top of the waitress's head. "Once a soldier, always a soldier."
"We are fine Miss Carter, it was a police officer we have to move the car," Jarvis's steady voice came through their earpieces.
Angie breathed a deep sigh of relief. A weight lifted off her chest, knowing her brother and Jarvis were safe.
"What about the other cars?" Peggy asked. She did not remember seeing any no parking signs. Something did not feel right to the agent. There was too many cars parked on that block for it to be a no parking zone.
"The officer is writing tickets for them now," George answered. "We will move a block back and I will meet Angie half way on her way back, just to be safe."
"I'm not sure about this, it just doesn't feel right," Peggy announced. "We're coming back."
"We can't go back now Peggy, we need to do this," Howard argued.
"Mister Stark is right Miss Carter, you have to do this now, a lot of people will die if you do not stop HYDRA," Jarvis pointed out. "You are the only person able to stop them Miss Carter."
"It doesn't feel right Jarvis, if one of you get hurt or worse killed, I will never forgive myself."
"What is one life compared to thousands?" Jarvis asked the agent, knowing full well that when put like that that Peggy would agree to go along with the plan. He knew she would do what Steve would do.
"Alright," Peggy sighed, continuing her way to the SSR building with Angie and Howard following closely behind her.
They stopped at the corner on the alley that the back door to the building was on. Peggy turned to Angie and cupped her face gently.
"You remember the plan?" She asked, looking into the younger woman's blue eyes.
Howard turned away from the pair to try and give them a bit of privacy.
"Yes English, it's not that complicated," Angie answered with a small smile.
"Okay," Peggy nodded speaking more to herself than to Angie. " Just be careful going back to the car."
"Of course," Angie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of the agent's mouth. "I love you."
"I love you too," Peggy whispered pressing her lips fully against Angie's.
Howard turned to face the couple, smirk firmly in place. "Do I get a kiss for good luck too?"
Peggy rolled her eyes and pulled away from Angie. "Let's get this over with."
Angie took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, she pulled a small map of Boston out of her purse and slipped into the character of a damsel in distress.
The waitress made her way down the alley towards the lone guard standing watch at the door. Peggy and Howard waited until she was far enough down the alley before they followed, pressing themselves up against the alley wall. They moved along the wall slowly, coming to a stop behind a dumpster.
"That smells awful," Howard complained, hiding his nose in the crook of his elbow.
"Shut up," Peggy whispered as she peaked around the dumpster, watching the scene unfold, her hand on the holster on her hip, ready to move if anything goes wrong.
"Excuse me Miss, you can't be down here," the guard called out to Angie, who was looking down at the map in her hands confused.
Angie looked up at the man then looked around her as if she was lost. " I'm terribly sorry Mister," Angie said sincerely, her voice thick with a southern accent. " I am completely lost, I'm new to town and this city is just so big."
The guard stepped towards Angie, smiling softly at her. "Where are you headed Miss?"
"The Northampton," Angie replied sweetly. "I seem to have took a wrong turn somewhere."
The guard looked the actress up and down, taking in the way the red dress she was wearing hugged her every curve. His soft smile turned into a dark smirk as he stepped closer to Angie.
Peggy reached for her pistol, gripped the handle tightly and went to step out from behind the dumpster. Howard quickly grabbed her arm and held her in place.
"Relax, Angie can handle herself."
The agent released her death grip on her pistol and slumped her shoulders, glaring at the SSR agent. She did not like the way he was looking at Angie, like she was some piece of meat that was his for the taking.
"She's really good," Howard commented as they watched Angie lead the agent to the other end of the alley.
"I know," Peggy stated proudly as she set the timer on her watch for 60 seconds.
They moved as quickly and quietly from behind the dumpster and towards the back door of the building. Peggy kneeled in front of the door and held her hand out to Howard for the lock pick set.
The billionaire dug around in the bag on his shoulder, looking for the set of lockpicks he put in there earlier along with a few inventions.
"Hurry up Howard," Peggy whispered urgently, watching as the seconds ticked away on her watch. They needed to get inside the building before Angie ran out of distractions.
"It's in here somewhere, I know it," Howard said more to himself than to Peggy. "Aha!" He exclaimed excitedly, holding the lockpicks up in the air, a grin on his face.
"Who's there?" The guard said, turning towards Howard and Peggy, his gun pointed at them. "Stay behind me Miss."
"You idiot," Peggy sighed as she stood and turned towards the guard with her hands raised.
This is why she did not want Angie to be apart of the plan, something always goes wrong when Howard is involved and now Angie could get hurt because Howard did not know how to keep his mouth shut.
"Place your gun on the ground Carter and kick it towards me," The guard ordered, walking towards the pair his gun still trained on them.
"Look, we don't want any trouble, we just need to get a few files and then we will be out of here and no one has to get hurt," Howard explained, trying to talk their way out of this.
"Shut up!" Both Peggy and the guard barked at the billionaire.
Peggy slowly moved her right hand towards the pistol on her hip and just as slowly pulled it from it's holster. She kept her eyes on Angie's as she bent to place the gun on the ground, hopping that the waitress would get the hint and make a move on the guard.
Angie nodded and moved to stand right behind the guard, pulling the Walther PPK from her purse and smashed it against the back of the guard's head, sending him falling to his knees. She removed the handcuffs that were attached to his belt and cuffed one of his hands.
Peggy lowered her hands then turned on Howard, livid. She reached up and slapped him in the back of the head hard. "You are the dumbest genius I know."
"I'm sorry Pegs, I forgot where we were for a second," Howard mumbled as he handed her the picklocks.
"Just help Angie handcuff him to the dumpster," The agent sighed, turning to work on the lock to the door.
Howard helped Angie drag the guard to the dumpster he and Peggy had been hiding behind moments ago. He attached the handcuff that was not around the guard's hand to the leg of the dumpster and stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth then turned to Angie.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Howard, it was nothing I could not handle." Angie smiled, bumping her shoulder against his.
"Are you sure?" He asked, looking at her with concern filled eyes.
"I'm okay," Angie answered.
"Radio in with George and Jarvis, tell them you are on your way and have George meet you halfway," Peggy said sternly from her place by the door. She stood and pushed them door open. "Let's go Howard."
"Be careful,"
"You too," Angie called over her shoulder as she walked down the alley.
"George, I am headed to the car, Peggy and Howard are in the building," Angie's voice came through George's and Jarvis's radio.
"I'm on my way," George told her and exited the car. "I will be back Jarvis, sit tight,"
"Yes Sir," Jarvis nodded and watched as the younger man walked down the sidewalk, with his hands in his pockets and his head down, he looked like any other man on his way home from the bar.
As George got farther and farther away from Jarvis, he switched his radio off and turned on the one hidden in his jacket.
"The packet is on its way, you are a go,"
"Confirmed, will strike in five," a female voice came through his radio.
George sped up his walking, catching sight of his sister walking down the sidewalk with her head down.
"Stupid, Stupid girl," he said to himself as he shook his head. He almost felt bad for what was about to happen but she brought this on herself, the second she learned what Peggy Carter really did, who she really was Angie should have went running for the hills but instead she stayed and in staying she made herself a target.
George stopped walking as a car pulled up next to Angie and a figure stepped out of the car, grabbing Angie by the arm and injecting something into her neck. He quickly made his way to Angie and the figure.
"You promise no harm will come to her?" George asked as he stood in front of the person holding his sister up.
"I promise I will not harm her," Dottie said with a smile and shoved Angie into the back seat on the car.
"Why did it have to be her?" George asked, shifting from one foot to the other and glaring down both sides of the sidewalk.
"Because, I can kill two birds with one stone Georgie," Dottie answered, reaching forward and patting his cheek. "I will get Stark and Carter at the same time and all this will be over, now radio in to Carter and tell her Angie has been kidnapped."
"And George, make it convincing," Dottie stressed as she slide into the car.
George nodded to himself and waited till the car was out of sight to switch radios. He took a deep breath and called in.
"Peggy, she's gone, Angie is gone," George said in a panicked voice into his radio. "I can't find her anywhere."
"Ahhh, Miss Martinelli it's so good to see you again," Fenhoff laughed darkly, holding up a taser in front of Angie's eyesight. "I got a taser too, how about a little payback."
Angie's head was pounding, all her limbs were sore and felt incredibly heavy. She tried to scream, to kick, she tried everything to get away from the man in front of her to no avail.
"Hold still my dear, this will hurt less," Fenhoff stepped forward and pressed the taser against Angie's neck, watching as she convulsed in the chair she was tied to. He held the taser there until the waitress passed out.
"Fetch my tools Underwood."