Annoyance flowed through Peggy like a river flows into the sea. Sam had a lead, a good one, but instead of leaving to help him follow up she was sitting in the conference room of the Avengers' Compound listening to a blowhard of a man hand out hollow praise for saving the world, while also debasing them for everything that had gone wrong in that world since their formation. Thaddeus Ross was an arrogant, power hungry bully who had come to them with the misguided assumption that he would guilt them into accepting his complete authority over them. Peggy sat and listened, keeping her own temper and thoughts under control while sending microscopic singles to the others to wait, stay calm, don't argue. Then when Ross gave her just the right opening, she smiled and spoke up.

"We don't have to be American based." Peggy says in a clear, firm, tone as she looks the man in the eye. If he thought he could get Peggy Carter to submit to his so-called authority be it as the Secretary of State or a man, he was gravely mistaken. "I'm more than positive that the U.K. would be more than pleased to host us. As for ignoring sovereign borders, that's rather the point is it not? The Avengers are here to help the world, Mr. Secretary, not just the United States. We fall under the same purview as SHIELD, a global entity, not restricted by governmental politics. We cannot, we will not, be used as a weapon wielded by one power to enforce or flex its superiority over another." As she stands Peggy pushes the telephone book sized power play Ross had brought them back towards him. "We will not be your puppets, Secretary Ross. So kindly take your accords and your meaningless threats and leave."

Anger flashes in the man's eyes and across his skin. "The United States…"

"Like I said," Peggy interrupts him. "The United States is not our only option here, Mr. Ross." She drops his title on purpose. "How do you think the rest of your government would feel about losing the Avengers presence here? And what of the American people? Do you think you'll be able to survive politically as the man who drove away the Avengers? Is your base, who thinks us vigilantes, bigger than those who see us as heroes? I think not, Mr. Ross."

"Now look here Ms. Carter…"

"Captain Carter," Peggy corrects. "I've met men like you Mr. Ross, men hungry for power, selfish, with dubious morals, you're like a bad penny that keeps coming back, time and time again. Thankfully, there are more worthy people in the world than there are men like you Mr. Ross. I'll make sure to give them your best regards at the United Nations summit. Now if you'll excuse us, it's time for you to leave."

Ross stood at the head of the table, eyes locked with Peggy's, his hands bawled into fists that he pressed into the tabletop as he leaned forward in a threating posture. When Peggy didn't back down, he growled, "You'll regret this Captain."

"I doubt that, Mr. Ross." Peggy replies.

Ross leaves and the room falls silent for several minutes before Rhodey finally speaks up. "That was the Secretary of State of the United States."

Peggy turns her gaze to Tony's friend and raises an eyebrow. "And?"

"You can't just talk to the Secretary of State like that." Rhodey replies. "You can't just throw him out and ignore what he has to say."

"I listened to every word that man had to say. He wants total dominance over the Avengers, he would use us as weapons against the U.S's enemies, and withhold our aide from places and people who need us so he can use us as a political tool. I was chosen by the people in this room to lead, Colonel Rhodes, and while I will gladly hear out their options, I have made my decision. If you have an issue with that decision, you're welcome to follow him." Peggy tells the man, pointing to the door Ross had walked out of, but then she softens and warms, showing just how much she cared about her teammates and friends. "I understand you have a duty to the U.S. government the rest of us do not, Rhodey." She shifts her gaze to everyone in the room and then back to him. "I will not allow any single power to collar and leash the Avengers to use as their personal attack dogs, I will not allow my people to be used as meaningless and disposable pawns in powerful men's petty games." She once again takes in the room as she finishes. "If anyone has an issue with that, thank you for what you've done, and there's the door."

"You don't own the Avengers, Cap." Tony says, finally speaking up from where he's sat quietly in the corner of the room.

"No, I don't." Peggy agrees. "But you all asked me to lead, and that is what I'm doing."

"I'm with Peggy." Natasha tells the room.

Clint nods. "Me too."

The twins share a look and then Wanda says, "Pietro and I are with, Peggy, always."

"As am I." Vision declares.

"We can safely assume Thor would also be behind Cap." Natasha adds in. "I'm pretty sure she's the only one he feels is worthy enough to follow."

Rhodey looks at Tony. "Tony, man, you gotta see that Ross made some fair points. The Avengers need to be held accountable, and he is the voice of the government in this."

Tony sat in the corner silently flipping through Ross' accords, clearly lost in his thoughts. After several uncomfortable minutes for the rest of the team, he finally said, "He was right about us needing to be accountable." He looks up and adds, "But not to him, not to a single government. I spent weeks telling Congress to kiss my ass, I wasn't giving them my tech to use as weapons anymore. I made it pretty damn clear I was done making weapons of war. I was done with destruction and death. Iron Man is meant to help people, not wage war against them. The Avengers are meant to protect the world, the whole world, not the world the U.S. deems worthy of saving. But we can't be a rouge group of essentially sentient weapons with no oversight either. What's your play on that front, Peg?"

Peggy relaxed, giving Tony a nod of thanks. "We'll reach out to the U.N. and work something out with them regarding checks and balances." She looks at Rhodey who still looks like he wants to argue. "I understand your commitments to the U.S. Colonel, if you can no longer be a part of this that's fine. We can leave War Machine on reserve or you can walk away. Either way, thank you for what you've done thus far."

The meeting breaks up, and everyone goes their separate ways. Peggy heads to her room to change so she could train with Natasha, the twins, and Vision. Her mind is busy, working out a dozen things at once, including what she's going to say and do at the U.N. Summit. Training will allow her a moment to rest her mind, but just as she's about to walk out the door her phone buzzes. It's Sam. It looks like their latest lead has panned out. He needs her to come to Italy. Could this be it? Could this be the time she actually finds Angie, or just another dead end that leaves her heartsick and frustrated. She tracked down secrets for a living, she hunted down the most elusive people in the world before she was fully an adult, why was it so bloody hard for her to find one woman? Why was it so hard for her to find the one person who mattered most to her? When she finally gets to the training room, she makes a bee line for Natasha, pulling her into a corner to tell her of Sam's message, and they instantly start making plans to leave.

Back during the war, Angie would talk about how she'd always dreamed of visiting Italy, of walking along the same narrow roads her grandmother had as a little girl, of sharing special family places with the person she loved. Peggy had loved how Angie refused to count the times she'd gone to her family's ancestral homeland on missions as having been to Italy, whenever Peggy would point out she'd been there already. "My Italy is lost right now, English, but someday she won't be my enemy anymore, and then, I'll show you the real her." This was the first time one of their leads hadn't taken them to somewhere in the Eastern bloc, and Peggy was hoping this meant that more of Angie was coming through the Winter programming. The Winter Soldier had spent the last half a dozen decades being a ghost, a myth, it could take years for Peggy to track her down. But Angie, Angie might make it a little easier for Peggy to find her even if she did feel like she needed to keep running.

Finding herself strolling through the narrow streets of a small Italian village which is said to have been the inspiration for purgatory in Dante's Divine Comedy, Peggy couldn't help but think this was somewhat poetic. She had so often thought of her time in the ice as a type of purgatory, stuck in a void between heaven and hell for six decades. As she made her way to the tiny apartment they'd tracked Angie too, Peggy wondered if it felt that way for her too, and how painful it must be for someone like Angie who was religious, to live through. At least Peggy had been oblivious during her purgatory. How aware was Angie of the things Winter had been doing? A part of her hoped that Angie was unaware of the last seven decades, it hurt Peggy deeply to think of how it would affect Angie if she knew the truth.

"Why do you keep looking for me?"

Peggy stops walking. She's in a walled, overgrown, courtyard not far from where Angie was living. Peggy had been shadowing her for days, not wanting to confront her without a plan. She didn't want to take the chance of Angie slipping away again. The sudden voice came from behind her, confirming what she'd known for blocks now. Angie had been following her. "You know why."

"I'm not her." Angie says softly. "I'm not that girl you think I used to be."

"You are." Peggy says as she turns to face Angie, and it is Angie, she can see it in the other woman's troubled eyes, and it makes Peggy's heart skip a beat. Angie's hair is long, passed her shoulders, and a darker shade of honey than it used to be. She's wearing a dark red leather jacket, black jeans, and a black knit jumper. She could easily pass for any other pretty girl in the village, blending in, in plain sight. The Ruger LC9s 9mm in Angie's leather gloved hand made her stick out a bit, sure, but seeing as they were the only two people around, no one but Peggy saw the weapon being pointed at her. "I know they messed with your head, Angie. I know they turned you into a controllable super soldier. I also know that Angie Martinelli wouldn't give herself up completely, no matter what they did to her."

There was a painfully long, incredibly tense moment where the two women out of time stood there staring at each other. They both stood perfectly still, their breathing measured and precise, flooding their bodies with oxygen just in case this developed into a fight. Though she didn't have her shield, Peggy was far from unarmed, and Angie knew it.

"You died." Angie says, finally breaking the silence as she looks into Peggy's eyes. "I heard them, I heard them say you were dead, I watched them celebrate your sacrifice. So, I... I went away."

Tears burned at Peggy's eyes as she took a few cautious steps closer to the woman she loved. "Oh Angie, my darling, I'm so sorry. I had no choice. I had to ensure the Red Skull's bombs couldn't launch." Peggy paused, and dropped her head for a moment to hide her eyes. "I searched for you, after taking Zola's compound, I searched for you, but I couldn't find you. I thought you were dead." She looks up and into Angie's eyes as she finally admits out loud for the first time since that moment in the cockpit, "I was given a choice in those final moments on the Valkyrie, and I chose the option I thought would reunite us."

"You loved her that much?" Angie asks, shifting back and forth between talking about herself as herself and as someone else.

Peggy nods, still looking into Angie's eyes. "I still love you that much." She admits, and then holds out her hand. "That's why I've been looking for you. Angie, darling please, let me help you."

"There's no helping her." Angie's voice goes cold as she shakes her head gently. Then her voice turns cold, harsh, losing the slightest hint of Angie's accent that had come through just a few words ago. "This is my only warning, Captain. Stop. Stop tracking me, stop looking for me, forget I even exist. Go back to thinking Angie Martinelli is a dead war hero. It's for the best, for everyone. If you don't, you won't walk away next time."

"I'm sorry, darling." Peggy replies, as the hand hanging at her side gives the slightest of signals. "I'm not walking away from you."

While Angie had been following Peggy, Natasha and Wanda had been following them both while Sam waited on comms as backup. Sneaking up behind Angie, Wanda uses her powers to knock her out cold. Peggy rushes forward, catching Angie as her body crumples. She holds her love in her arms, presses a kiss to her temple. "Safe and sound now, darling. You're safe and sound, Angie, I've got you, my love."

They get Angie back to the quinjet and Sam gives her a sedative to keep her unconscious. Now that they had Angie, Peggy wasn't entirely sure what to do with her. There were a countless number of agencies around the world that would want to arrest the Winter Soldier and put her on trial. There were governments who undoubtedly wanted her dead, and others who would want to use her just as Russia and Hydra had. Peggy couldn't, wouldn't, allow that to happen. Yes, the Winter Soldier had done things, horrible things that she didn't fully comprehend, but Angie had no free will when Winter was in control. Before the full extent of the truth came out, Peggy needed to make sure people would understand the circumstances. She needed to get Angie help before they dealt with the Winter Soldier stuff. And until she could find Angie that help, she needed to find a safe place to hide her, that she wouldn't be able to escape from.

Allowing Wanda to get involved had been Natasha's idea, one that Peggy hadn't been sure about. She wanted to keep the Angie circle as small as possible. She also didn't want the Twins being used as weapons the way they had been before they'd found them. Wanda and Pietro had a right to be children, free children who had a say in their own lives. While she wholeheartedly agreed they needed proper training, guidance, and supervision because they were children, children with superpowers, she wasn't going to force them into service with the Avengers. The relationship that had grown between Peggy and the Twins was why Wanda wanted to help Peggy after finding out what Peggy had set aside to help her and her brother. The girl had brought Peggy a pretty fair and compelling argument, but it was the earnest desire to repay Peggy's kindness and affection in Wanda's eyes that finally got the flash-frozen old Brit to finally agree to accepting Wanda's help. Having Wanda with her to whammy Angie had made this so much easier, so maybe, maybe asking those she trusted for a little help wasn't such a bad idea.

"Tony," Peggy says into her cellphone as she watches Angie sleep. "I need your help, off the books, it's personal."

After giving him a few vague details, they make arrangements to meet in California. Then Peggy calls Steve, and using coded phrasing, she tells him what's going on. Peggy isn't really surprised that Howard would have a private airfield on his palatial east coast estate, he had loved planes as much as he loved fast cars and sex. What surprised Peggy, and left her uncertain of how she felt, was the Hulk cell built into one of Howard's old vaults under the mansion. Or to be more specific according to Tony, under the flamingo habitat built near the mansion.

"I don't understand," Peggy says as she stands with Tony and Natasha inside the vault looking at the cell. "Why is this here? Tony, why do you have a Hulk cell?"

"Because Bruce asked me to build one." Tony replies. "The only thing Bruce and the Hulk agree on is that they respect you, and that's brokered some kind of begrudging peace between them. Bruce wanted a safe place to stash the Hulk just in case, and the Hulk agreed because he knows you wouldn't want him hurting innocent people."

"Just in case of what?" Peggy crosses her arms and glares at Tony softly.

"He loses control and rages out." Tony answers. "Or he gets hurt and we need to hide him."

Peggy lets her arms drop as concern floods her system. "Hide them from who?"

"Ross has been after the Hulk for years." Natasha says.

"Why?" Peggy asks.

Tony half sighs and half growls. "To continue his experiment to recreate the serum or to eliminate any proof of his connection to it."

Reaching up Peggy pinches the bridge of her nose and grumbles under her breath before saying. "Ok, we'll deal with that later." The cell has been filled with a bed and other essentials Angie will need while Peggy tries to figure out what happens next. It had held both Loki and Thor, so it should hold the Winter Soldier just fine. Walking over to the bed where Angie now lay, Peggy crouches down beside her and brushes gently at her hair. "I'll figure this all out, darling. I promise."

As much as Peggy wants to stick to Angie's side, she can't. She still has responsibilities to her team, and the world at large. Thankfully, Steve is no stranger to the Stark's east coast mansion. In fact, he used it far more than Tony ever did, so no one was going to question him being there. The weather in New York was turning cold and nasty, and in his old age Steve often retreated to the warmth of California. He and Ruth Jarvis would look after Angie while Peggy was away. Sam stayed behind as well, and honestly, Peggy had no idea how she was going to repay him for everything he'd done to help her and Angie. With Angie safe and in good hands, Peggy and Natasha headed to Vienna and the U.N. Summit.

Just as Peggy expected, the U.K. was more than willing to host the Avengers, even offering to give them a small island to use to build a new compound. Their ambassador relayed the Prime Minister's agreement that the U.S. should not have sovereignty over such a powerful force. Of course, the Commonwealth countries would side with Captain Britain. Other countries, like India, took some convincing given their histories with anything named Britain. Peggy explained that she was now Captain Carter, and about the changes made to her shield and uniform, using Coulson's words about taking the ego of nations out of her work. She would owe Phil a steak dinner if this swayed votes their way. Peggy absolutely delighted in meeting the German Chancellor, commenting, "I find it very interesting, the countries who have had female leadership versus the ones who have not while I was away. I would very much enjoy speaking to you further on the history of women in global leadership, Chancellor Merkel."

"You're good at this." Natasha whispers as she and Peggy make their way to another meeting. She was trying not to look too uncomfortable, but this really wasn't her thing.

Peggy smiles reassuringly. "I had to do a lot of what Howard called schmoozing during the war, but only to a certain point, I refused to cross the line that would have taken me into what Bucky called asskissing."

Natasha smirked. "I wonder if Angie would agree that you never asskissed."

"You know what little girl," Peggy replied while pointing a warning finger at the younger woman. "Respect your elders."

"Whatever you say, Grandma." Natasha replies cheekily.

The last time Peggy had seen T'Chaka of Wakanda he had been but a boy, and now, not only was he a grown man, he was an old man, and no longer a prince but the king. King T'Chaka stood beside a young man, the new prince of Wakanda as they entered the room. When Peggy stepped inside T'Chaka smiled and held out his hands to her, which she took gladly. "My my, Your Majesty, haven't you grown into a fine-looking king."

T'Chaka laughs. "Ever the charming one, Captain Carter." He squeezes her hands warmly as he smiles. "It is very good to set my gaze on you once more, old friend."

"It's good to see you as well, King T'Chaka." Peggy nods her head respectfully.

"This is my son," T'Chaka says, indicating the man beside him. "T'Challa."

Again, Peggy nods in a respectful manner. She remembers from her time in Wakanda that greeting their monarchs was not the same as with her own. There was no bowing or curtsying or ducking one's gaze. "A pleasure Your Highness." Peggy replies before adding, "This is my friend and fellow Avenger, Natasha Romanoff."

T'Challa smiles as he shakes her hand. "The pleasure is mine, Captain Carter, Ms. Romanoff." The Princes says before speaking directly to Peggy. "I have heard many adventurous stories of the Western Captain my Grandfather called an ally and friend. My people still talk of how you offered to give back your shield because it was made of our vibranium. No Westerner before or since has made such an offer."

Weapons weren't allowed in the summit of course, and even though Peggy's shield, in her hands, was a weapon, today it was a symbol. Reaching behind her she removed it from the mount on her back and presented it to the Wakandans. "I wish I could say I've taken the best care of it, but she's recently had a run in with vibranium tipped bullets."

T'Challa reaches out and takes the shield, moving it about in the light to look it over. "Easily fixed, Captain."

"Yes, indeed. You would be most welcome in Wakanda, Captain. Repairing your shield is the least we could do after you secured the return of our stolen vibranium, and the capture of one of our most wanted criminals." T'Chaka nods his agreement with his son's observation of the shield.

"I'm sorry I could not return all of it." Peggy replies as she accepts her shield back from T'Challa. "What was taken from Klaue was turned into a synthetic humanoid body which is currently home to a sentient A.I. named Vision."

T'Chaka nods. "Yes, we are aware of this."

T'Challa laughs softly. "It's all my little sister can talk about. She would very much like to meet this Vision of yours."

They have lunch together, and even though she's meeting with them about the Avengers, Peggy remembers how advanced Wakanda was, and she can't help but wonder if perhaps they held the key to helping Angie. So, she asked, and T'Chaka gave her the first real substantial bit of hope since finding Angie that what was done to her could be undone. Of course, Peggy felt that bright, warm, piece of hope fall from her grasp as she feels her body being blown back from an explosion, detonated just moments after King T'Chaka announced that the United Nations had voted in favor of Peggy's proposal which would allow the Avengers to operate independently but under the U.N. umbrella of peacekeepers, and against Ross' Accords.

It happened so suddenly and unexpectedly when Peggy stepped up to the podium following T'Chaka's announcement that she didn't have time to react. She takes the brunt of the blast, which sends her flying backwards, she crashes through the glass easily thanks to the force of the blast and falls. When Peggy wakes up, she's in the hospital and King T'Chaka is dead, along with dozens of others.

"On your left," Sam says when he notices she's awake.

"Sam?" Peggy moans as she tries to move. It's been a very, very long time since she's been in this kind of pain. "What happened? Why are you here?"

"Easy Peg." Sam says as he stands and gently puts his hand on her shoulder. "Steve sent me to stay with you while Natasha started the investigation into the bombing. Everyone's fine back home, so no worries there. You're healing, but you took the blast full on and then fell several dozen stories, even super healing needs time to fix that much damage."

"Ross." Peggy half croaks out and half growls out the man's name like a curse.

Sam sighs while he shrugs. "Maybe, Nat's looking into him for sure, but we can't say just yet."

It wasn't Thaddeus Ross, at least this time it wasn't. The bomb was just the first play of a much more personal game started by Helmut Zemo, the son of Heinrich Zemo, the man who stabbed Angie and pushed her off a cliff into a ravine. The man who had taken Angie away from her had gotten to spend the rest of his life in Sokovia with a wife and a son and a grandson, living out the peaceful life she and Angie were denied. Heinrich's past with the S.S.R, Captain Britain, and SHIELD caused him to flee instead of allowing himself, his daughter-in-law, and his grandson to be evacuated. They ended up dying for Heinrich's cowardice and now his son was out to get Peggy and the Avengers in retaliation for their deaths.

Peggy called in the rest of the team. T'Challa joined them as Black Panther so he could bring his father's murder to justice. And together they began trying to work out what Zemo was up too. It was clear that Zemo was after something, something in Siberia? But what?

"Let's ask our resident Russian," Tony said as the team tried to piece it all together.

Natasha just shook her head. "Don't look at me. I don't have a clue."

Peggy worried her lip for a moment before saying, "I know someone who might be a little more helpful."

The people in the room who were in the know all shared a look. It was Tony who asked, "You sure, Cap?"

No, but what choice did they have? Natasha had been out of the loop for a long time and even before she defected, she wouldn't have had the knowledge the Winter Soldier would have. She nods firmly, and then walks out of the room heading for the hanger. She needed to talk to Angie.

Angie's sitting on her bed when they walk in, her head lolled back against the wall, her eyes instantly on Peggy.

"Angie," Peggy says as she approaches the cell. "We need your help."

Angie listens though she doesn't appear as if she is. Peggy is being careful about how much she's saying, holding back details, holding back names. Finally, she gets to the question at hand, what could be Siberia that someone could use against the Avengers?

"Alexei." Angie says after a long pause and a shift of her gaze from Peggy to Natasha. "But he's no threat these days. He's gone soft in that gulag." She pushes herself up off the bed and walks towards them. "There were others, none as successful as me, even Alexei fell short of what they wanted, which is why he's now in a gulag."

The name made Natasha tense beside her and Peggy wondered why, but she continued to focus on the matter at hand. "These others, they're in Siberia?" Angie nods. "Can you take us there?"

Angie's eyes twitch ever so slightly.

"Whoa, Cap, Peggy, hold on, is that a good idea?" Tony asks. "I mean, you said her head is all scrambled up, right? You can't possibly trust her. What if she's playing you right now? How do you know that's Angie and not the ruthless killing machine?"

Peggy looks into Angie's eyes and can see Angie looking back at her.

"You were a living legend at your girls' school because you broke into the headmaster's house and stole his wife's panties and a bottle of whiskey." Angie says softly as she looks into Peggy's eyes. "You've kissed Marlene Dietrich and Greta Garbo, Dietrich slapped you when she found out about Garbo." Angie's smiling, it's her teasing, playful smile, the one she always showed off when she was trying to make Peggy blush. "I didn't talk to you for almost a month."

"I told you then, and I still mean it now, those two pence starlets couldn't hold a candle to you, darling." Peggy replies, a soft smile on her own lips.

"There are six of them who survived the experiments." Angie tells them. "I can take you to them, and you'll need my help once we get there."

For several long moments, the pair just stare at each other until Peggy finally nods and walks over to the control panel to open the cell door. Tony isn't sure about this; he's worried about Angie turning on them. Angie walks up to Peggy and whispers something in her ear. Peggy's raised eyebrow asks the question, but Angie doesn't answer right away. First, she walks over to Natasha, and whispers to her as well. Then she looks at Peggy and says, "That phrase will shut me down."

"Don't I get to know the magic words?" Tony asks, a slight pout on his lips and a lot of concern and uncertainty in his eyes.

Angie eyes him up and down and replies, "I don't know you."

"You don't know Natasha and you told her." He counters, unaware of the connection between the two women.

Angie looked over at Natasha, tilting her head ever so slightly, "Is it Natasha now, little spider?" The redhead nods, and Angie smiles warmly as she continues in Russian. "I am glad you're here, little spider, safe and sound. You even managed to find my Carter."

They make their way back to the quinjet where Angie heads to the cockpit with Natasha without a word to anyone else. Clint watches them, always hyper aware of things involving Natasha, and asks, "Who's that?"

"The Winter Soldier." Tony answers before Peggy can.

Clint jumps to his feet. "What? Are you shitting me?"

Peggy holds up her hands to stop any argument or debate. "That is Angie Martinelli, and it's a very long story that I will explain when this is all over."

On the way to Siberia, Angie explains that the six soldiers were on ice because the serum used on them drove them mad. Well, she told Peggy and Natasha, the others were just background fixtures to her, that the six turned on the scientists and doctors, and that even she'd been injured in the resulting riot. The scientists who worked with the six were not a part of Karpov's team, so they weren't like Angie, they weren't programmed like Angie had been. "They're wild," Angie warned them. "Feral. No control."

Surprisingly, when they arrived, they weren't swarmed by the soldiers. In fact, the soldiers were still in their pods. Helmut Zemo greeted them instead. He had an old red leather-bound book with a black star on its cover and read from it like a Sunday morning preacher, taunting them with the truths it held, laying bare Winter's role in killing SHIELD agents, and her involvement in Bucky's accident. "Winter has completed her mission." Zemo continues to read into a microphone from an observation booth above them. "Howard Stark is dead. His new serum is in our hands now."

Peggy isn't sure who to look at in that moment; Angie, Tony, or does she continue to glare up at Zemo. She can hear Tony, "You murdered my father?" and she can hear Angie's reply "Yes." She can hear Tony's suit move, power flowing through it, but she can also see tendrils of red power snake around the book, pulling it from Zemo's hand and into Vision's who appears behind him and then drops back through the floor. The sound of Tony's suit powering up his repulsors gets drown out by Wanda's accented voice. "Winter showed Stark mercy. When I asked her why she said, 'He has a son.' When I asked why that mattered, she said, 'His son is an innocent child. Let him have the peace of mind of believing his father had a heart attack, that he did not suffer.' When I said we show no mercy to our enemies, Winter replies, 'The boy is not our enemy.' We must continue adjusting Winter's programming, continued shows of mercy will only lead to demands for her termination."

When Zemo doesn't get the Avengers to turn on one another, because Peggy calls for unity in the moment, reminding them who the true threat was, that Zemo unlike Angie in her past was acting of his own free will, Zemo lets loose the other super soldiers. Peggy and Angie shared her shield, fighting as one. Angie told them on their way there that these soldiers were stripped of their humanity, only now does Angie realize that these men and women had their minds and souls removed because she had been able to keep a small fragment of her own. She does them a small mercy, Winter's only flaw it would seem, by putting them each down with a bullet between the eyes. When the fighting is under control Peggy follows T'Challa who went after Zemo, whom they arrest after they both have to face that revenge is not how this should end. Zemo should face justice for his actions, and they will ensure that he does.

T'Challa upholds his father's offer to help Angie. Peggy promises to explain everything to the team, to explain everything to Fury and whoever else has questions, after she returns from Wakanda. While the black star book contains evidence of the Winter Soldier's crimes, it also spells out that Angie Martinelli had no control over what the Winter Soldier was doing. Peggy will fight tooth and nail for Angie, and heaven help anyone who tries to take Angie down.