A/n : Hello all! So terribly sorry for the long hiatus, honestly cannot promise that it won't happen again. A lot has happened since I last posted... Infinity war and Endgame for example... Originally I was going to turn this into an inevitable Steve/OC story, but considering the way things ended I kinda can't take away our beloved cap from miss Peggy Carter. You'll notice a difference in some spelling of characters and that's on purpose. I got tired of having to fight with my word processor on the spelling of Finnegan. It's going to be a bit before my next update, I just hope that this chapter is to everyone's liking. I promise I am working on the next chapter... Was going to try to have enough chapters built up before I updated, but oh well. Currently on quarantine for the first time since this Covid-19 nonsense began ( I work as an essential worker sadly) But all is going well, just trying to keep up with real life. Again, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and that it leaves you wanting more. Let me know if you have any tips or ideas! I may or may not use them but an author can never have to many idea's!

Chapter Five

I woke up with a start, the heavy curtains in front of my window parted slightly allowing a small sliver of morning light to hit my eyes. Sitting up slowly, I looked around my room, glancing over my wardrobe and armoire. Everything was how I left it, slightly cluttered and covered in a layer of dust, but nothing a good cleaning wouldn't take care of.

I placed my feet onto the cold hard wood floor, the hem of my nightgown tickling my calf as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. Standing, I walked out of my room, grabbing my dark blue robe as I made my way into the kitchen. I bit back a yawn as I grabbed the kettle and placed it under the faucet, eyes wandering around the room as the pale white cookware filled. My eyes swept over the calendar as I placed the kettle on the stove and lit it, only for them to snap back to it. Rushing over to the wall where I had it hanging I flipped it from September and onto October, mind running.

We landed last night at 23:50… what is the date!

Shaking my head I ran back into my room and threw open my wardrobe and yanked out an emerald green Grable dress with a black polka dot design on the top, stockings, a black pair of 1 inch heels and a black hat. I threw on my under garments and stockings, ensuring that they were snapped onto my garter's before tugging my dress on along with my hat and a pair of gloves. Shoving my feet into my shoes I hurriedly ran out of my room, grabbing my purse and keys as I ran out of the door… Only to run back in as the kettle began to scream and hurriedly shut off the gas and removed the kettle from the burner as I ran out of my apartment, locking the door behind me.

I hurried down the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for taxis when I heard tires squeal to a stop beside me. Turning my head I saw Harold Barton sitting in his taxi, smiling at me and motioning for me to get in the vehicle. Nodding my head in thanks I slid into the rear seat as he pulled away from the curb and onto the road, driving as fast as he dared to without getting pulled over.

"Late start today, ay Miss Finnegan?"

I pulled my hat and gloves off and began to place my hair into a French twist as he swerved past other vehicles, moving my body with the motions as I tried to see what I was doing in the rearview mirror.

"Yes Mr. Barton. My punishment for trying to have a life outside of the Brotherhood, and I am extremely late for work. About a month late actually… I would'nae be surprised if ay even have a job."

I grumbled with frustration as he slammed the breaks, oncoming traffic flying through the intersection. Shaking my head in frustration, I was finally able to get my hair tucked away neatly and stared intently at the traffic officer in his booth.

"Next chance you get and it's safe, floor it. Got it Barton?"

We made eye contact, brown meeting blue as he nodded and gripped the steering wheel tighter. I held the front seat and pushed my legs down in anticipation when our vehicle lurched forward, tires squealing and smoke rising as we fishtailed and sped through traffic, the whistle of the officer fading as we sped down 3 blocks.

"So, if you're so sure that you've lost your job… why the rush."

I placed my hat onto my head and tugged at my gloves back on, heart slowing down as Harold allowed the vehicle to decelerate.

"Because, it is hard enough already for women to find good paying jobs as compared to men. I don't want to resort to stealing again to survive. I may be an assassin, but I do try to keep a low profile."

We finally came to a stop, Barton nodding his head as he looked out the window before changing the nod to a shake.

"Well, I'm sorry to break it to you Elanna… It looks like you might need to resort to stealing again."

Looking out my window, I felt my stomach drop along with my shoulders as a small sigh escaped me. I looked down at my lap, purse strap twisting in between my hands, before I raised my head and breathed deeply. Pushing my shoulders back, I grabbed the handle on the door and pushed the suicide style door as I stepped out and onto the sidewalk.

"Thanks Barton… If I need you I know how to get a hold of you."

Slamming the door shut, I turned and started to walk towards the boarded up business as Harold called out to me.

"Are you sure Miss Finnigan? I don't want to leave you all alone."

Looking over my shoulder, I raised my eyebrows and shot him a look saying that everything he just said was redundant. He sighed and raised both of his hands up before shifting the taxi into drive and pulling back onto the road and into traffic, blending in with the other taxis. Shaking my head, I walked up to the door, seeing a letter stapled and dated for the 15th of September 1940.

As of further Notice Bales Law firm is foreclosed due to bankruptcy.

For more information telephone 85479

Edgar Merriweather

National Bronx Bank

Shaking my head I turned around and watched traffic speed by, eyes weighed down with exhaustion. Releasing a large sigh, I began walking down the street, my mind slowly putting everything together. Forgotten newspapers and other litter floating in the wake of the cars onto the side walk, I worried my lip. Of course I knew that the firm was going to close… I just hoped it would have been after I came back from my mission. I clutched the strap of my purse, heels clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk as I made my way towards the edge of Bronx. I stopped at a crosswalk, wind pulling small strands of my hair from the twist and I placed my hand onto my hat. Hearing the sound of a whistle, I rolled my eyes as I walked across the street, cars rumbling as they sat in idle.

"Hey Doll!"

Shaking my head slightly I walked past the construction workers, increasing my pace as I avoided eye contact.

"Hey Sweetheart, I'm talking at you!"

Biting my lip I continued past them and threw my whole body into the door of the bank, the sounds of traffic and construction disappearing into quiet rustling of papers, and bells as the telephones rang. My eyes searched behind the counter, trying to catch the attention of a bank teller. Seeing a hand raise, I shuffled forward slowly towards the counter, avoiding other customers as they left the counter.

Standing in front of the counter, I smiled slightly at the teller between the bars as she finished some paperwork and placed it in the filing drawers behind her.

"How can I help yah sweetheart?"

"Yes, I used to work for the Bales law firm. I was over in Ireland visiting some family and just got back a couple of days ago. When I left to go to the office, I saw the notice that it had shut down."

She nodded and turned towards a different set of drawers and began to sift through the papers inside. I sighed quietly as her fingers fluttered through the papers, a dull pain beginning right behind my eyebrow- as though a hot needle was being jammed into my skull.

"And what was your name dear?"

"E-Elanna Finnigan."

I shook my head slightly, bringing my hand up to my forehead and dug my thumb into the spot, rubbing slightly as the teller pulled a paper out and walked back to the counter.

"Well, for a girl who's from Ireland you don't have an accent. How long have you been here dear?"

"A-about 4 years or so. I've had to diminish my accent otherwise people judge me for where I came from."

She nodded, her hair staying in place as she swiped at her face before placing a paper in front of me.

"Now this paper here basically says, ' I hereby declare that I have received the final payment of employment from Bale Law firm. The receiving balance is as such $25.22. I am signing as confirmation and in understanding that should the termination of employment be due to a foreclosure, a portion of the payment was taken out towards the lean.' I just need you to sign that saying you understand."

I nodded and picked up the fountain pen that was attached to the counter as my vision began to blur.

"I can understand that, my great grandparents had lived in Scotland and spoke about how the Irish were barbarians and such. Of course though, you don't seem like anything they described."

I swallowed thickly as I pushed the paper back towards her, my heart beating harshly and my skin beginning to bead with sweat.

"Yes… well, not everything we hear is true."

She stood, tapping the papers onto the counter a couple times before waving them in the air as she sifted through the dividers of the drawers. She hummed slightly as she closed the drawer, her heels clicking against the ground as she grabbed a key and opened the safe, pulling out the dollars and change. She clicked back towards me, a smile on her face as she placed the money in front of me and slide it in my direction.

"Considering the time you came here, you've done really well. Not many women can say that they've worked in a law firm… Even as a secretary."

I smiled slightly, my gloved fingers counting the amount before shoving the bills into my bag and the change into my coin purse.

"Even if things are bad, you've still got to try. Just because you don't see any clouds, doesn't mean there won't be rain in the future."

She smiled and looked behind me towards the next customer, effectively cutting the interaction short. Shaking my head, I made my way towards the door, My head pounding with every beat of my heart. I pushed the door open, the bell ringing as the relative silence of the bank gave way to the thrumming sound of traffic and construction. I quickly turned back and grabbed a newspaper from the banks counter and began to fan myself, my blood boiling as the pain in my head became stronger. I stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal to turn so I could head home when I heard the same whistle from earlier.

"Hey sweetheart, you came back!"

I shook my head as I fanned myself faster, trying to keep a strong breeze on my face as the October sun beat down upon the concrete.

"What, you're not going to even acknowledge me?"

I looked up as the signal changed and began to walk forward when I felt my left arm get yanked back.

"Hey! I'm talking at you."

"And as you could tell I was ignoring you."

He laughed and tugged on my arm, his hand tightening around my forearm as he raised it closer to him.

"Well, I think we should get to know each other. I think we might be compatible."

Scoffing, I shook my head and stretched my neck out, the throbbing in my head moving towards my eyes and shoulders.

"I think you might need to pick up a Dictionary, because our definitions of compatible are vastly different."

I tugged at my arm, trying to pull myself away from him when he yanked me towards his body. I stumbled and caught myself before I fell against him, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard him snicker.

" You think you're so smart, Let me take you to dinner. Show you that we are indeed compatible."

I shook my head again as I tried to pull away from him, my temper starting to rise.

"I said no, now let go of me."

He laughed loudly, his head falling back as he held a toothpick between his teeth.

"I ain't doing anything until you agree to eating dinner with me."

Grinding my teeth together I shook my head, the newspaper in my hands becoming wrinkled as I pulled at my arm.

"And I said no, now I repeat. Let go of my arm."

His grip on my forearm increased, I could feel the ache in my bones as I fought to pull myself from his grasp.

"Like I said darling, I ain't doing anything."

Growling I snapped my head up to look him in the eye, his brown iris's widening as I felt a cold rush race through my veins. Dropping the newspaper, I reached my right hand to wrap around his wrist and squeezed tightly. I smiled as he released a yelp of pain as I felt the tendons in his wrist pop, the color of his face becoming blood red as he clenched his eyes shut.

"Please… L-let go of me."

My smile quickly turned into a snarl as the cool feeling quickly changed to scalding heat. I could feel the nails of my right hand digging into his flesh as he fell to his knees, the sounds of the rushing traffic quieting down to a dull murmur as my eyes bored into his.

"I ain't doing anything until you get the message. When a woman says no. She means no."

Suddenly he started to scream in agony, his face going from red to whiter than snow in an instant. I jumped, started at his sudden volume when I noticed something bright on my hand. I looked down as my mouth fell in shock.

My hand was on fire.