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Chapter Four

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat, and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet. When far away an interrupted cry came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

By Robert Frost.

Multiple times since the fateful day of my mother's murder, I have looked for a meaning to my life. Was I supposed to fall into shadow as I trained within the Assassin Brotherhood? To become so wrought with the need for vengeance that my comrades die, or become jailed for my cause?

The creed that is ingrained within our very soul, say

' We work in the dark, to serve the light.

Nothing is true everything is permitted.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.

Hide in plain sight.

Never compromise the Brotherhood.'

What can be taken from that? We must do our work silently and efficiently, to do good for the world. How can killing people be good?

We are given targets to track and pull information from, or kill them. But who is to say they are indeed guilty or innocent?

No two sides speak in whole truths, while no two sides speak in whole lies. There is always a deviation in the story.

Look to thieves, Average working citizen's only see thugs who take their hard earned food's or jewels, where as thieves are working to gain those items in order to feed themselves or their families.

Yet on every side of the coin, good or evil, there are other sides to those sides. There are the corrupted, greedy good people and the pure of heart justice seeking thieves.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

I have been learning the ways of the Assassin's for two years, At ten years old I am learning quickly that there is no such thing as Black and white, only light grey, grey, and dark grey. And it's up to you on if you're viewed as a hero, or a villain.

I stood beside my ten year old self, long blonde hair pulled back in a plait as I focused on the book in my hands that held the newly published poem of Robert Frost: Acquainted with the night. My initiate robes were dusty from weapon's training earlier that morning as I sat on the bench, the wind catching the loose hairs around my face and causing them to dance in front of my freckled skin.

My body shuddered as the wind began to strengthen, causing the tree's to bend as they danced along with the invisible instructor within the late afternoon Irish sun. I pulled my coat around my body as snow began to fall, coating everything around me.

Turning, I began to walk briskly towards the Assassin Monastery, Snow and wind biting at my ears and cheeks. I had just reached the door when the wind and snow suddenly stopped, everything becoming eerily quiet. Turning around, I looked across the front grounds, snow mounded around the fountains, rock formations and trees when suddenly everything began to grow brighter and warmer.

Tugging at the collar of my shirt, I shrugged my jacket off, revealing my vambraces and knife belt along with my pale freckled skin. I looked back to where my ten year old self had sat, only to see a statue of an angel in the spot. My skin began to break out in a sweat as the snow began to melt around me, the water reaching my ankles before evaporating into the air causing the steam to cling to my clothes and skin. Finally I looked up, my hand in front of my eyes as I looked into the sky, only to freeze in fear as I watched the sun grow closer to me, everything began to erupt into flames.

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction Ice

is also great

and would suffice.

I woke up with a soft gasp, my hair clinging to my skin as I stared up at a white ceiling. Straining my ears, I tried to listen for the sound of German voice's, yet found none.

Where am I?

Sitting up, I found that I was in a room full of beds. It looked similar to a infirmary, white walls and privacy screens between each bed, the smell of antiseptic filling my nose. Looking down at myself, I notice I was dressed in a sleeping gown. Frowning, I slipped my legs from under the covers and onto the wooden floor.

Wobbling as I stood, I looked around the bed for any of my belongings only to see the string I use to pull my hair up. Grabbing that, I quickly pulled my hair into a plait before walking silently out of the room and into a hallway. Looking from left to right, I heard the slight sounds of clicking and decided it would be best if I went away from the noise.

Running down the hallway, bare feet slapping lightly against the wooden floor, I attempted to use my enhanced vision only to fall to the floor as a sharp pain pierced my head. Releasing a heavy breath I curled into a ball, my hands clutching my head as the clicking sound became louder and faster. Shaking my head, I pushed past the pain and stumbled to my feet, swaying as I stood once again and running down the hallway, silence be damned. The pain in my head finally subsided, and I looked up to see everything in the familiar misty haze, black and white with the halo's of blue around my comrades, Bright gold around my targets, dark red around my enemies. Sadly though, I didn't see any colors except for that of grey. Blinking my eyes clear, I continued down the hallway. Following my gut in hopes that I would find a door to the outside world, or maybe I would come across someone who wasn't chasing me.

Finally I found a window that allowed me to see where I was geologically. Thinking I would be seeing the wrought iron fences and patrol dog's of the Germans, you can understand my surprise when I saw the busy streets of London, England and the great Tower known as Big Ben towering over the Thames. Did we truly escape without being caught?

Placing my hand on the glass, I heaved a small sigh of relief. Yes, I was no longer in enemy territory, but where was Tomas and the Erskine family?

"Ehem."

Jumping, I spun around fists raised only to become face to face with a woman a good foot taller than myself. Brown hair pulled into neat Victory curls, dark maroon lipstick and a even complexion.

"Sorry to startle you Miss Fennigan, My name is Margaret Carter. But everyone calls me Peggy, I'm a secretary for the Queens Secret Intelligence Service otherwise known as M I 6."

I stared at the woman for a moment before nodding my head slightly, letting her know I was following what she was saying.

"I must say, you do move very fast. I was just on my way back to the infirmary to check on you when I saw you turn down the hall. Your reputation precedes you."

Shaking my head as I look to my bare feet, I inhaled deeply before looking back up at her and asking the question that has been weighing on my mind since I woke up.

"Where is my partner and Doctor Erskine."

Nodding her head she turned and began to walk down the hall, her heels clicking with every step she took.

"I'll take you to Mr. Coulson, Doctor Erskine is spending some much needed time with his family at the present moment."

Shaking my head once more, I began to follow her silently down the hall, prepared to run if it came down to it. We took many halls, passing many windows and doors, the silence weighing heavily upon our shoulders. I could tell Ms. Carter had a question for me, but since I wasn't where she could see me she didn't want to speak.

Finally after what felt like the tenth hallway I stopped at the crossway, calling out to her.

"If you have a question for me, Miss Carter, now is the best time to ask it when there is no one else to get in the way."

Freezing, she slowly turned around, pale complexion reddening slightly as she looked down at her shoes. Walking carefully towards me, chin tucked as she fiddled with her fingers.

"I've just.. been wondering. How you've become such a..."

"Talented Assassin?"

Shaking her head she breathed in deeply before looking me in the eyes, brown connecting with blue. For such a tall woman, she seemed rather small at that moment.

"How you've become such a strong woman in a male dominated field?"

Smiling slightly I began to walk, making sure I stayed at her side as I spoke.

"It's been hard, and I have many people trying to drag me down from where I've landed due to that fact and to be frank… I just don't give a damn."

I looked up at her from my left, my hair tickling my shoulders as it began to fall out of my plait. I reached for the end of my plait and began to undo it as we continued to walk.

"In my profession, no one would ever expect a 5'3 Irish woman, with baby blue eyes that looked like she couldn't even carry a Christmas Turkey, to ever try to kill them, pull information from them or stand up to them. We're women, the supposed 'weaker' or 'fairer' sex. I will admit, we are weaker than men. But what we lack, we can make up for tenfold. I may be small, but I can get into smaller spaces easier than my friend Tomas. I can climb faster because I don't have as much weight to drag me down, I'm more flexible than he is, so I am able to avoid hit's easier when in a fight."

She came to a stop in front of a door, a light shining in her eyes that wasn't there before as she looked down at me. I smiled up at her before finishing.

"We're already strong, we just need to realize that. Once we realize that we are all strong and equal in more ways than one. Us women will be flooding the 'world of men' and saving the day."

I heard the sound of clapping and looked towards the door as it opened revealing a man with a thin square shaped face, brown hair combed back and suspenders holding his trousers up as he took a small drag from the cigar in his hand.

"And that is how you women won the vote."

I rolled my eyes as a smile grew across my face.

"Much to yu'r dismae Tommy."

He smiled at me before opening his arms as he walked towards me.

"I was worried about you El's. When I pulled you into that plane, and you were unconscious, I thought I lost my best sparring partner."

Accepting his hug, I patted his back before pulling away, a look of confusion crossing my face.

"What happened Tommy?"

He opened his mouth to begin when Miss Carter spoke suddenly.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I also wanted to inform you Miss Fennigan that Doctor Erskine will be by to check on your well being. He wanted to be informed when you awoke so he could check on you."

Nodding my head, I thanked the woman as she turned and began to walk down the hall, her heels clacking against the wood floor as she walked away.

"Anyways, come inside. It's kind of a long story."

(Present Day 2015)

I stared down onto the busy street, mothers calling for their children as they chatted on their phones. Sighing, I lifted my left leg and placed it onto the edge of the building, Leaning my body onto my knee as the wind blew my braid away from my neck. Closing my eyes I searched for the switch inside of my brain and accessed my vision, red silhouettes intermingling with grey. The few blue and finally my golden target.

Sitting on a bench, brown leather jacket hanging on his shoulders and a small sketch book resting on his leg as his hand guided a pencil over the pages. I pressed my hand onto my mouth before closing my eyes, tears threatening to spill as I noticed someone approach me from behind.

"I told you he was okay. A bit shell shocked, understandable. But the serum was constantly regenerating his cells, ensuring that he remained in a cryostasis so to speak. He was frozen instantly and woke up the same way he went under."

Inhaling deeply, I wiped my face before sitting up slightly and looked towards the man in a black suit and tie.

"Well, I can only imagine what he has gone through… How long has he been awake Philly."

Phillip Coulson shuffled for a moment, his hands clasped in front of his body as the wind ruffled at his hair and tie. He sighed before stepping towards me and looking down from our roof top spot.

" About a month… I would have told you sooner but I didn't think it would be a good idea to throw a bunch of things at him all at once."

"You didn't, or Nickolas didn't?"

The man shot me a look as I shook my head, a scoff falling out of my mouth before looking back at the street below.

(October 1940 – London, England)

I stared down at the dark water of the Thames, tug boats and barges floating their way down the channel steam and smoke filling the air with a bitter smell that soaked into your soul. I tugged at the trousers that hung from my hips, my coat unbuckled and snapping in the wind, feeling slightly uncomfortable to the poor fit these borrowed clothes gave me. Shifting my position on the highest ledge of Big Ben, I watched the churning water as it hit the shores wondering if the water was as cold as it looked.

"I thought I would find you at the highest point of London."

"I just needed some air… though it smells awful… It's kind of hard when you wake up after being asleep for a month."

I heard him sigh before stepping up to my side and resting against the ledge. I looked over to see him taking a drag from a cigar and letting the smoke mingle with the other pollution in the air. Allowing his head to fall onto his shoulder, Tomas looked up at me, cigar hanging from his fingers. I continued to stare at the water, my blue eyes following the ripples finding peace within the motions.

"Did Erskine find anything?"

"Nope. He was surprised not to find anything as well, seeing as you were injected with a volatile serum and all. He couldn't even find traces in your blood."

I looked over at him, my eyebrows furrowed in slight dismay at the lack of news.

"So… I'm not going to die?"

Tomas shook his head a small smile dancing at his lips before he pushed away from the ledge I was standing on.

"Not anytime soon, at least until you get off the ledge of Big Ben. We may take leaps of faith from high points, but this would kill just about anyone."

Nodding my head I took a step back, landing next to my friend/partner, while I let a large sigh escape. I looked out at the city line, smiling for what felt like the first time and feeling a weight leave my shoulders.

"I guess it's time we get back to the states then, huh?"

Tomas let out a chuckle and laid his hand on my shoulder as we descended some steps, his cigar between his teeth.

"Yes El, we can go back to the states."

I inhaled deeply, clenching my hands repeatedly as I watched men rush around the plane that would take Erskine's family along with Tomas and I back to the United states. I shook my head before reaching for my hair and unwinding it from it's bun, carefully taking the pins out and placing them in between my teeth and undoing the plait. Abraham stepped beside me, his new tweed jacket hanging from his shoulders and suitcase in hand. The older man let out a sigh before turning towards me, a look of curiosity in his eyes.

"I know zat what you have been through is disconcerting Miss Fennigan. But, I assure you zhat I will ensure that nozhing happens to you."

Shaking my head slightly, I tied off my plait and pulled the pins from my mouth as I turned towards the doctor. His face was aged, laugh lines around his eyes indicating a laughter filled life before the Nazi's took control of Germany. He couldn't be more than fifty years old, yet the doctor looked to be in his sixty's… I guess being held prisoner and forced to engage in science experiments for men who would be better off in an Asylum, or six feet under, would do that to a person.

" And just how can you promise me that? You checked my blood, yet found no source of the serum. You've ran any test you could think of, yet didn't find any change in my psyche or physic. I am the same as I was before, only I took a month's worth of sleep."

He nodded before taking a deep breath, looking towards the plane that just began to rumble.

"Yes, but I feel as if I need to check on you more often. Come and see me in a week or two, just so I can tell if zhere is any change. So you can tell me if you've noticed that anyzhing has changed. Hm?"

Nodding my head in agreement before finishing coiling my braid back into a bun and placing the pins strategically in a way that my hair wouldn't fall. Erskine turned and waved his hands, indicating to someone to follow him as he began to take steps towards the aircraft that was preparing to take off. I turned my head and looked over my right shoulder to see his daughter and wife rushing to his side. As the small family of three boarded the plane that would take them to a place where they would have more freedom and safety, I noticed a presence behind me and turned promptly to become face to face with Margaret Carter.

"I must say, it was a pleasure meeting you Miss Fennigan."

She stuck her hand out and smiled when I returned the gesture, shaking each others hands firmly with a smile and a look of understanding.

"The pleasure was all mine Miss Carter… or should I say Agent Carter."

She blushed slightly before looking down at her brown heals, her pin curls falling slightly into her face as the wind and noise began to pick up. I glanced over my shoulder to see Tomas rushing his and my bags onto the plane before waiting patiently by the steps. I shook my head before looking back at the taller woman.

"I know it seems impossible at the moment, but you will become a full fledged agent Peggy."

She looked up at me sharply, a smile pulling at her lips as a sparkle glowed in her eyes.

"It's going to be hard, but compromise where you can… When you can't don't. In a time when men don't want women to be anything but housewives, think of tree's. Then push back. Oh, and make sure you can outshoot them too."

I gave her a wink before turning and rushing to the plane, the tail of my coat flapping behind me as the engine of the plane grew louder at my approach. I turned and waved at Peggy, smiling widely before jumping onto the plane and assisting Tomas in closing the door behind us and signaling the pilots into motion. I rushed to grab ahold of something as the plane sped off, pulling us into the air and away from Jolly old England. After the plane evened out, I finally relaxed sitting on the floor and crossing my legs and arms. I leaned my head against the wall of the plane when I felt a nudge on my arm. I turned to see Tomas smiling at me, a cigar between his teeth.

"I never pegged you to be an activist."

Rolling my eyes I pulled my hood over my head, allowing it to cover my face in shadow.

"I'm not, but she genuinely wanted advice. Besides… she'll have it that much harder than I did... do. She'll be doing it publicly, in a world that never accepted women in positions of power. I'm just a reputable assassin who had to adapt to the men around her. There have been many famous women assassin's, I'm no one special. Margaret Carter on the other hand? Well, I foresee her becoming famous."

I looked up at Tomas as he nodded, pulling his hood over his head and leaning against a crate. I sighed before looking down at my hands, clenching them tightly as a sharp pain found its way into the center of my head. Breathing deeply I shook my head, slowly rolling it from side to side hoping that would ease the pain. Once the pain eased I looked up and made eye contact with Erskine, seeing his look of concern I shook my head as he nodded and pulled out a journal and began to scribble something inside.

Sighing once more, I leaned back and turned my head to the right seeing the bright light of the sun as we passed through clouds.

A/N: There you have it, Chapter four! Sorry it took me so long to update, RL got in the way, and when I was able to write again my computer decided it's time on this earth was at an end. So, new computer hopefully everything continues well. I did jump between modern day and WWII, and yes... We did meet Peggy and I kinda borrowed some of what Peggy told Sharon when she was a little girl. I know I made Peggy out to be a more delicate person, but everyone starts somewhere! Everyone get's inspired by something or someone... I felt it would be accurate for my story if Peggy was inspired by Elanna.

I hope you all enjoyed this, please Review with any tidbits on how to make it better. Or if you loved any part in particular!

Moon's blessings

~MP~