Yeah, it's been a while.
I hope y'all still care about this story
Angie barged into Daniel's office, interrupting him and Peggy.
"I found something!" she exclaimed, Peggy and Daniel sprang apart.
"Oops, sorry, should have knocked," said Angie, biting her lip.
"Knocking is the polite thing to do, yes. What is it Angie?" asked Peggy, a wry smile on her face.
"So I was trying to be useful by organizing your filing system…"
"You know, filing should really be taught to new agents during training," said Peggy.
"We'll add that in," said Daniel.
"Um, I was saying" said Angie.
"Right, sorry, go on," said Peggy.
"I was organizing your files and I came across an old one that seems similar to what's going on now. It was run by Thompson and Krizminski. The victim was a man, Richard Carlisle, who was abducted for ransom. It was paid promptly and the man was released. Only he refused to make any comment about it,"
"What does that have to do with our current situation?" asked Daniel.
"The ransom note was in Russian. What if the reason he didn't want to talk about it was because he didn't want to admit by being overpowered by a woman," said Angie.
Peggy took the while from Angie's outstretched hand and flipped through it.
"It's a good theory, definitely a lead we should follow up on," said Peggy.
"Take Ms. Martinelli and go then, I have paperwork to do. Maybe we'll make an agent out of you yet," said Daniel with a nod towards Angie.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Angie,"
"Angie," said Daniel.
"Let's go Ang, he doesn't live far assuming this address is still current," said Peggy.
"Be careful, please, it was only yesterday we got shot at," Daniel added as they walked out the door.
"We'll be fine, darling," said Peggy, closing the office door behind her.
Daniel sat back down at his desk when they left, letting out a sigh. As many perks there are to being Chief, paperwork was a definite downer. Daniel pulled a file towards him and bent over it, barely reading the first line before he was interrupted by Thompson banging his door open.
"Does no one knock?" asked Daniel, looking up at Jack.
"Now that you're getting back to work, I'd like to continue our conversation," said Jack.
"I'm sorry Thompson, I thought we finished our conversation?" Daniel asked, looking back at his paperwork.
"No, we were interrupted by Carter. I just have one question, why you?" asked Thompson.
"What do you mean?" asked Daniel.
"I mean, why you for Chief?" asked Thompson.
"Because Colonel Phillips has something else planned for Carter, or so he says," said Daniel.
"But Dooley always left me in charge, me, not some…" said Thompson.
"I'd be careful with the next words that come out of your mouth, they could be your last in this office Thompson.
"You can't fire me. I've put too many years into this place, more than you!"
"The past doesn't matter, Thompson, the present does. You were demoted because Colonel Phillips himself walked in here and wasn't impressed with how you have been running the place since Dooley died. So now I'm Chief, and if you can't get with that then you know where the door is. Now, unless there were any other issues you wanted to address with me, I have a lot of work to do and so do you,"
"You haven't given me an assignment, Chief," snarled Thompson.
"Have you even been to your desk yet, Thompson? Your assignment is waiting for you on it. Now if you'll excuse me," said Daniel, indicating the door.
Thompson stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him, Daniel shook his head and got back to work.
Yugoslavia, present day
Yugoslavia had been left untouched by the carnage of the war. Once Michael recovered from his injuries, he helped out wherever and whenever he could with farm work. Today he was helping break ground for new seeds to be planted. He still had no idea who he really was, or where he came from. He just knew his name was Michael. As each new day dawned, he lost more hope of ever regaining his memories, his true self. He was certain that he wasn't a farmer in his old life. Or else it wouldn't be so hard, he had no muscle memory of the work. Michael stood up straight, taking a break from the back-breaking work. He gazed out across the village, spying two children playing together. A young boy and girl, playing with wooden sticks pretending they were swords.
Suddenly, Michael's vision blurred, and instead of the pair of children playing in the distance he saw a different little girl. One with short brown hair.
"I will slay you dragon, and save the princess…Now fair maiden I will cut off the dragons head," the girl raised the sword above her head and was about to swing it down when an older boy came up behind her and took it.
"Give it back!" she demanded
"Here it is, come on, take it," said the boy.
"Michael, give it to me," she said. She tackled him into the ground.
"Margaret Elizabeth Carter!" an older woman came up to them and picked the girl up.
"You'll be the death of me Peggy Carter. Oh, where is my blasted handkerchief?" she asked, the girl laughed with the boy.
"Oh go on, have a laugh, but one of these days you are going to have to start behaving like a lady," the woman scolded.
As quickly as it came, the vision went.
"Peggy," breathed out Michael.
"What was that, Michael?" asked Filip.
What had the girl said? Had she said Michael?
"I think…I think I have a sister," said Michael.
"Did you remember something?" asked Filip, amazement and disbelief in his voice.
"I'm not sure, those children over there…it prompted an image in my head of another little girl and boy. I think the boy was me," said Michael.
"And the girl, Did you remember a name?"
"I did…Margaret…Margaret Carter, but she was called Peggy," said Michael smiling.
"Alright, good Michael, we can ask around and see and maybe we can get you home with your family yet." Said Filip.
New York
Angie and Peggy walked back into the SSR after an hour. Daniel was talking to Smith at his desk when they walked in.
"Find anything?" asked Daniel.
"Sort of, it seems that Richard Carlisle died last year of a heart attack. The file hadn't been updated to show that," said Peggy.
"But, the current tenant found a box of his old stuff and happily gave it to us. I started reading his journal on our way back and I found an entry that confirms he was taken by a Russian assassin, one who's name and physical description are totally different to Dottie and Lucy," said Angie.
"So the question is, how many Russian assassins are currently active in this country," said Peggy.
"And why Richard Carlisle, any did he really die of a heart attack?" posed Daniel.
"I can go talk to the coroner, see if they remember anything strange," said Smith.
Daniel nodded, "go" he said.
"Peggy go through the box and see if there is anything else helpful, Angie could I speak to you for a moment?" asked Daniel. Angie nodded and followed Daniel into his office.
"Angie I was wondering, how invested are you in the career of an actress?" asked Daniel.
"It's been my dream since I was a little girl," said Angie.
"So you wouldn't consider giving it up for say, a job as an agent of the SSR?" asked Daniel.
That's it for this chapter, maybe I'll see y'all soon (no promises)
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