1979

Peggy sat by her desk, glancing up at the desks in front of her of SHIELD operatives working with her. She became the best agent, a mentor to the future generation of SHIELD agents.

She looked to her watch, indicating five in the afternoon as she got up and left from her office room.

Peggy looked from her desk, signing the final documents for the day as she slowly got herself up, walking out into the hallway of the SHIELD base. Her footsteps echoed against the floor as she turned to a door, taking out a pair of keys she had around her neck as she turned the lock.

Her hands moved against the cool walls, trying to find the flick to the switch as lights came on one by one, illuminating boxes and filing cabinets of documents and artifacts, all lined up by year.

She kept walking, past the mission reports and artifacts all in their own name-tag and filing. She Peggy reached the end of the room, turning to a series of shelves with khaki green metallic boxes, an eagle painted on the front with the SSR emblem. Her eyes scanned for the B category.

She took off her heels, placing them on the side as she pulled the box out under, taking a huff as she read the name on the box.

'Christiane Gérard Bougourd M.I.A'

Peggy sat on the, gingerly opening the box with a flurry of dust flying in the air. Christiane did not pack much into the box before leaving Brooklyn to Europe, it was evidently clear when all Peggy pulled out was an album of photographs she salvaged from both Anya and Christiane's boxes, as well as photographs taken during the war, compiling them into one album. She fished her hand into the box again, pulling out silver and gold arm cuffs that Christiane used, setting it on the closed lid of the SSR box. She flipped through the pages, peering into the box to find another small box in blue velvet. Peggy opened it, revealing a small diamond and sapphire ring as she felt her eyes water, continuing to flip through the pages of photographs in her own silence.

"Peggy," a voice came beside her, Howard looking down to her sitting in the corner.

"I know what you're going to say," Peggy hesitated, her reaction already defensive to Howard as she kept her eyes on the album, "But someone does not go missing just like that."

"Peggy, we talked about this," Howard sighed, holding his temples.

"I do not care what you are going to say Howard, I have my own opinions and I believe, I know Christiane is still out there. Nobody goes missing into thin air without a reason," she turned her face to Howard, her eyes set on his.

"Did it never occur to you that after she lost everyone, she might have just put herself out of her own misery?" Howard crossed his arms, exasperated.

Peggy looked to him in disgust, as she stood up confronting him, "How can you say such a thing? She was your friend too!"

"It's time to move on, Peggy. Why are you so set on the past? First with Rogers, then Anya and Christiane too!" Howard waved his arms in the air in frustration, his voice raising as he circled the place he was standing.

"I can't believe you," Peggy shook her head, eyes in disbelief. "Every single time we have this conversation and yet you believe she's dead."

"Stop living-" Howard shouted.

"No!" Peggy took a step towards him, eyes fierce and set, "Stop whatever it is you are trying to convince me of, Howard. Back off, I won't ask again. If you are not going to help me try to find her, then I'll do it myself."

Peggy put the things back into the box, shoving it back into its railing as she picked up her shoes, pushing past Howard, dumbstruck to say a word as he watched Peggy walk through the hallway of shelves.

Meanwhile on Saakar

"Scrapper 142 and 388," The Grandmaster clasp his hands together, smiling mischievously, "What have you brought me?"

"Fighters for the battle arena," Anya replied, standing beside Val after delivering their trade.

"How much are you asking for?" He looked to them, an eerie cheerfulness to him.

"Two million units," Val replied, her eyes looking to the Grandmaster's guard stood, Topaz.

"That's a high price," he joked, raising his eyebrows.

"We only find you the best, Grandmaster." Anya smiled to him curtly, crossing her arms as her eyes moved to Topaz', narrowing her eyes to her.

"Of course! My favorite scrappers!", he clapped as he took out a screen, transferring units to Val and Anya. "Now remind me again, where did you come from 388?"

Val stepped in front, interjecting Anya from replying, "My sister, lost and now found." She put an arm around her, smiling enthusiastically.

"Terrific! I love a good family reunion story!" The Grandmaster waved his fingers, winking to the two before he waved his hands, "Well done, you're dismissed."

Anya and Val quickly left the premises, walking quickly without a word to their apartment as they closed the door behind them.

"I need a drink," Val went for the bar, popping a cork as she downed a whole bottle of sparkling liquid, chugging halfway before she offered some to Anya, "Have the rest?"

Anya shrugged, finishing off the bottle before the two of them plopped onto the couch.

"So tell me again that story how you fell from the sky?" Val laughed, a hand on her face as she leaned her elbow on a cushion.

"Val, it's been 36 Midgard years since we talked about that. I told you I was fighting in Midgard and then got pulled into a portal by the Tesseract and ended up here."

"How come I never got to see your mental powers?" Val opened another bottle, taking sips of it now.

Anya smiled, "That's because you've been asleep most of it, controlling your dreams is rather fun."

"Didn't the prophecy foresee that your sister would receive the gift?" Val gulped down her drink.

"I didn't know interacting with the Tesseract would allow me to have powers permanently," she shrugged, leaning her head back against the wall. "God knows how my little sister is," Anya sighed, tears forming in her eyes.

"Well whatever the Tesseract did, you haven't aged a day!" She laughed, before looking to Anya sincerely, a smile forming at her lips as she pulled her into a hug, "What do you say? Let's go train our fighters?" Val offered her the rest of her drink, a smile on her face.