"I don't know what they did to him Peggy, Steve saved us before they decided to take me to be experimented on next," Dugan told the agent, who sat across from him, drink in one hand and cigar in the other.

He watched as she bounced her leg up and down, brows furrowed in thought. She was unraveling at the seams and Dugan figured it would not be long before she had a break down.

On top of worrying about finding Fennhoff and stopping him, trying to figure out what he had done to Angie, and trying to clear hers and Howard's name, the last thing she needs is for Bucky to be alive and under Hydra's control.

She was already carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and Dugan didn't think she could handle saving Bucky too. Peggy is the strongest person that he knows but everyone has their breaking point and he believes Peggy has finally found hers.

"Did you see anything while you were escaping the compound?"

"We were fighting for our lives Peg, we weren't really looking for what they were doing to our guys."

"Right, of course." Peggy stared down at her drink before downing what was left.

Dugan reached forward and placed his hand on her bouncing knee, stilling it. "You know, you don't have to do this alone, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your own, there is enough of us here to share the burden."

"The burden is mine and mine alone Tim," her voice was low as she spoke, her tear filled eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

She wasn't sure when she had started crying and she wasn't really sure what she was crying about. Maybe everything had finally became too much, maybe she had finally broken. She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand before looking back to Dugan.

"Who says? Who says that you have to do this alone? Who says that your friends can't help you?" Dugan asked, raising his voice, making Peggy flinch slightly. He did not mean to raise his voice, he just wanted Peggy to understand that she has people on her side, that she has people more than willing to shoulder the burden she has placed on herself.

"Me, I bear the burden so no one else has to."

"That may be the noble thing to do but at some point you have to stop taking care of others and start taking care of yourself, you are going to end up destroying yourself one of these days Peg," He took her left hand in between his own and held tightly onto it, meeting her watery eyes. "Angie needs you whole, she needs you to take care of yourself, we all need you Peggy, but we don't need you to carry the weight of the world by yourself, we are all in this together, let us help, please."

"Let me bear this alone Dugan, I got everyone into this mess, every bad thing that has happened to us is because of me and every bad thing that will happen until this is over will be because of me, I deserve to shoulder the burden alone."

"This is not your fault Peggy, and this is not Howard's fault, it is Hydra's, it is Fennhoff's."

"I wish that were true," Peggy sighed pulling her hand out of his and standing up, walking over to the large window in the room.

She placed her forehead against the cool glass and stared out at the setting sun that casted a orangish hue across the sky. It was beautiful, almost breathtakingly so and she wished she could relax enough to enjoy it.

Dugan moved to stand next to the agent, draping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a sideways hug. "Tomorrow night, we'll hit where they were keeping Angie, search for something more on the Winter Soldier, maybe we'll find something that will lead us to where they took off to and maybe something to help Howard figure out what they did to Angie."

Peggy nodded leaning into his embrace. She would probably never admit it in a million years but sometimes she just needed someone to hug her, sometimes she just needed someone to make her feel like everything wasn't slipping through her fingers and that everything was going to be okay. She needed someone to make her feel like she was doing the right thing for the people around her.

"We will figure it all out Peggy, and everything will go back to normal," Dugan reassured her.

"I hope you are right," she whispered back.

Jarvis carried a tray with a two pieces of pie and two steaming cups of coffee up the stairs. Everyone but Angie had come down for a slice, not that he blamed her. He knew she wanted to join them, that she longed to be able to sit around the dining room table and enjoy a meal with everyone.

He had taken to eating every meal with her, so she did not have to feel alone. In those twenty minutes they spend together she is not Miss Martinelli to him, she is Angie. He is not a butler, he is her friend.

He pushed the library door open with his foot, stepping into the room and looking over it, making sure everything was as it should be. Almost everything was in its place except for the lamp that had been by the balcony doors.

Angie was sprawled out on the floor next to the now broken lamp.

"What happened?" Jarvis asked, placing the tray down on the desk as he made his way over to the woman on the floor.

"I was trying to change the radio station and I put too much pressure on my leg and it just gave out."

"You should have called for someone Angie, we would have changed it for you," he said as he lifted her up off the floor and helped her over to the couch.

He has told her time and time again not to put too much pressure on her leg, to let it heal before she tried to walk on her own. If she walked on it too soon, she could end up doing more damage and make it take longer to heal.

"I didn't want to bother anyone," she grunted as Jarvis propped her leg up on the ottoman.

"You wouldn't have bothered anyone Angie, we are here to help," Jarvis reassured her as he grabbed the tray from the desk.

Jarvis sat down next to her, handing her a piece of pie and a fork. They ate in silence for awhile, just enjoying each others company with Angie stealing glances at Jarvis every few minutes.

"What is it Angie?" Jarvis asked, setting his plate on the coffee table in front of him and picking up his cup of coffee. He watched her over the rim of his cup as he took a sip of the bitter liquid.

Angie chewed on her bottom lip, debating with herself on whether or not to bring up the subject. After Howard had left her earlier she had begun to think about how she had gotten herself into this mess, how she had dragged Jarvis into it with her. From there she thought about Jarvis's wife Ana and if someone had gotten to her and Jarvis just didn't know it yet.

She would never be able to forgive herself if something did happened to Ana because she put both Jarvis's and Ana's life in danger when she rescued Peggy.

"Is Ana safe?" Angie asked,nodding a silent thank you when the butler handed her, her cup of coffee.

"What do you mean?"

"Is she safe from Hydra, from the SSR? Does she know what you are involved in?"

"Yes, she's safe and yes she knows," He answered, turning his wedding ring on his finger. "The day we broke Miss Carter out of the SSR building, I told her everything in case something had happened to me, I wanted her to know, I wanted her to know that I was more than just a butler."

"Where is she?"

"She is safe with some friends on the west coast, she lefted before the SSR had a chance to find her, before they had a chance to deport her, before something like-,"

"Something like what happened to me happened to her," Angie interrupted.

"Yes."

It was quiet again, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Jarvis thought of his dear Ana, hoping that she was okay and hoping all this would be over soon so he could be with her once again. They had not been apart for more than a few days ever since they made it to the States and he missed her. He missed cooking dinner for her, sleeping in the same bed as her. He just missed her.

Angie's thoughts were all over the place. She thought of Peggy only briefly as an ache settled in her chest. She thought of James, praying that he was okay and that Fennhoff had not found out about him giving her his file, about him asking for her help. She thought about home, her family and the life she may never go back to.

"Jarvis?"

"Hmmm?" Jarvis looked up from his wedding ring and to the young woman beside him. Her blue eyes that were usually so full of life were now brimming with sadness and guilt. It was hard to look at, so Jarvis looked away.

"I'm sorry that I pulled you into all of this, that I pulled Ana into this." Her hand reached for one of his and she held on tightly. "If I could go back, if I could do it over knowing then what I know now, I would do it differently."

"No you would not," he stated simply. "You would do everything exactly the same way because you are a good person, because you love Peggy and you would do anything to save her even give your own life and how could I possibly fault you for that when I have done the same for my Ana? We do what we must to save the women we love."

Angie fell silent again,her free hand playing with the bandage under her shirt as she stared out the balcony window.

"Do you miss her?"

"Terribly so," Jarvis answered.

"How do you deal with it? With missing her? With being here risking your life for Howard?" She asked, looking from the window to the butler.

She needed to know how he dealt with it, how he woke up every morning knowing that he may never see his wife again. She missed Peggy, she missed everything about the English woman and she lived in constant fear that she may never see her again, that she may never be held by Peggy again, that she may never hear her voice again.

Even though the thought of being near Peggy right now scared her more than anything, she knew she could not live if she could never be with Peggy again, she knew she could not live if something happened to Peggy.

"I remember that everything I have I owe to Mister Stark and that without him my dear Ana would not be alive and neither would I, I remember that we are the only ones that can stop Hydra, I remember that whether the world knows it or not, it needs us to save it."

Jarvis reached over and gave the woman's arm a soft squeeze. "It's hard I know but we will all make it out of this alive and everything will go back to normal, you and Miss Carter will get through this together."

"I hope you are right," Angie whispered, giving him a small smile.

She wanted nothing more than to go back to the way things were, and she hoped and prayed that things would eventually go back to normal but a part of her believed nothing would ever be the same again. A part of her believed that she and Peggy would never be the same again.

Jarvis looked down at his watch then stood, gathering their plates and coffee cups. "I have to go help Miss Carter and Mister Dugan get ready but I will be back up soon to help you back to your room."

"Where are they going?"

"They are going to search where you were being held for more information on this Mister Barnes, they want to make sure it is really him," he answered, moving to put a record on for her.

"They don't believe me?" She asked, moving slowly to prop her legs up on the spot Jarvis just moved from.

"It's not you that they do not believe Angie, it is this so called Mister Barnes, as far as they know he died during the war and this could end up just being Hydra's way of keeping us busy so we are not trying to stop them," Jarvis came back over and placed a pillow under her legs.

"Let me know what they find?"

"As soon as I know, you will know," he promised as he left her alone once more.