Jarvis knew something was wrong when she didn't come home from work. It wasn't like Peggy to be late, and as the hours drew on, he became more nervous. Angie knew something was wrong before that. They had been having coffee at the diner after Peggy had gotten off work. It had become a nightly tradition of theirs to talk about their day over some beverage or a slice of pie. Peggy had shown up, but Angie saw that she kept looking out the window nervously, as if she was watching out for someone. It seemed that the moment she was done with her coffee, she was out the door. Angie had tried to call after her, but it was clear that Peggy was running from something.
The second Angie got back on break, she phoned Jarvis. He wasn't happy about the late night phone call, but he seemed more sympathetic when he heard Angie's worried.
"I think Peggy's in some trouble," she said as soon as she heard the click of the phone being picked up.
"Good evening, Ms. Martinelli," Jarvis replied snidely. It took everything Angie had not to scoff at him and his ever-present English manners.
"Good evening, Mr. Jarvis" she huffed, "Peggy is in trouble."
"When isn't she?"
"This is different," Angie insisted, "she came in for our cup of coffee, then just ran out without a word."
"Being secretive isn't exactly uncommon for her," Jarvis reasoned.
"Trust me," Angie said emphatically, "There are something you just know about your best friend, and I know Peggy is in trouble."
Jarvis took a moment to consider her words. He thought after their partnership, she would at least call him if she got in over her head. But this was Peggy Carter they were talking about. She normally refused help until it was the last possible options. Yes, it was very plausible that she was trying to handle whatever she had gotten herself into on her own.
"I will stop by your house and see if she's there," Jarvis said, "If not, I will stop by her work"
"Thank you," Angie said, finally glad she got her point through that thick skull of his.
Jarvis didn't want to believe the Ms. Martinelli was right, but when he got to Peggy's residence, he saw all of the lights off. It was late enough that Peggy should be home from work, but early enough that she should still be awake. He knocked on her door once, then twice, then a third time shouting, "Ms. Carter? Are you there?" But no one responded.
"Damn it," he muttered before pulling out his set of keys. Of course Jarvis had made duplicates for all of Howard's homes. The man managed to get himself in enough trouble that Jarvis had figured it would come in handy someday. Unfortunately, he had been right. Jarvis struggled for a few minutes finding the right key before thrusting the door open and running inside.
"Ms. Carter?" He yelled again. He knew instinctively that he wouldn't get an answer, but he still held onto the slim hope that Angie had been wrong about all of this and Peggy was just sleeping upstairs.
Enough with the denial, he thought as he began examining her home. There was no clear sign of a struggle, which led Jarvis to believe that she hadn't come here on the first place. If there was one thing he knew about Peggy Carter, it was that she put up one hell of a fight. If she had fought anyone here, Jarvis had no doubt that everything in the house would be damaged.
So if she hadn't been abducted here… the only other likely options were the Diner and the SSR. Angie would surely know if Peggy had been grabbed at the diner. It seemed the SSR was the only place left to look, but Jarvis wasn't exactly welcome though both he and Peggy's names had been cleared, the SSR seemed eager to wipe their hands of Howard Stark altogether. Which meant that if Jarvis was going to get in, he would have to break in.
A few hours later, Jarvis found himself at the entrance of the USSR now quite sure how to proceed. He was fairly certain that Peggy wasn't here, but he wanted to be absolutely sure before he informed anyone else. Especially Howard. If Howard found out that Peggy was in danger, Jarvis didn't doubt that he would attempt to bring the whole army in to save her. No, Jarvis had to be sure before he told anyone.
He gave one last furtive look around before he pulled on the door. It wasn't locked like he expected it to be. He just walked in and began examining the entrance. If he didn't know any better, Jarvis would have thought it was an actual phone company. He could say a lot of things about the SSR, but they were damn good at keeping their cover.
It was well past midnight, and Jarvis was fully expecting the office to be abandoned. What he didn't expect, however, were the clear signs of a fight be hadn't seen at Peggy's house. There were obvious scuff marks on the walls that most likely came from missed kicks. The real evidence was the blood on the stairwell. It looked fresh to Jarvis. It had most likely been spilled within the last hour.
He worriedly made his way back to the lobby of the SSR. It wasn't a real phone company but Jarvis knew their phones worked. He quickly dialed the Peggy's phone number. Angie picked up in a matter of seconds.
"It seems you were right, Ms. Martinelli."