Carmen here.

I only really became aware of what was happening when they dragged me into the SSR building.

Vaguely, I was aware of someone pushing me into a chair.

"Don't you think you should do something so she doesn't bleed out?" asked Agent Sousa's voice. "She probably couldn't even answer your questions in that state."

"What's your name?" Thompson, I think, was talking.

I answered.

"What do you know about Leviathan?"

"It's from the book of Job, isn't it? Some kind of sea monster?" Yes, that was the first thing I thought of. I'd just had my head injured, it wasn't thinking all that straight.

I don't think my answer was quite what they expected. "I... don't know. Are you German?"

"Yes." I didn't really know what was going on, just that my head hurt and that I was sitting down.

"What were you doing there?"

"I was… returning something Angie lost from her purse."

"Peggy Carter's friend?"

"Ja." It was too hard to translate what I was saying any more, or even tell what the answers were supposed to be.

More questions, most of which I didn't know the answers to. I answered it all in German – apparently, Thompson understands the language a bit.

Jack here.

Miranda staggered out of the building a moment after the car pulled away.

"What happened? Why did they have Carmen?"

"Dottie attacked her, hit her head on the wall. They found her rambling away in German. Of all the things… I didn't know what I could do."

"Anything you'd done would have just ended you up in there with her. What do we do now?"

"I… don't know. We could always go in through the front, say we know something." She stopped herself. "Yes, and get ourselves both in trouble too. That sounds like a brilliant plan." She thought about it for a moment. "We could tell Jarvis about the problem…"

"That's probably better. We just have to find him."

As if on cue, he ran past us.

"Mr. Jarvis!" shouted Miranda.

He didn't appear to hear her.

We got up and ran after him. "Mr. Jarvis!"

We caught up with him in an alley.

"Mr. Jarvis," panted Miranda, "we have to talk to you."

"Sorry, a bit busy."

"My friend was the girl with Agent Carter!"

He froze.

"Please, Mr. Jarvis. My friend, she was there, she got hurt. She's… German, they thought she was with her."

He stopped.

"She came her with her family years ago, she has nothing to do with it. Please, help her out, tell them."

"How do you know my name?"

Miranda blushed. "I've… met Mr. Stark."

When had she met Howard Stark before? Oh, right, she'd met Tony Stark, we both had almost two years ago. That must be what she meant.

"I don't remember you."

"Oh, you weren't there." Miranda's cheeks blazed. "I know what you're thinking. I'm not one of Mr. Stark's…"

"Oh." He looked slightly embarrassed.

Miranda blushed even redder. "Mr. Jarvis, please tell them that Carmen had nothing to do with it, that she's not working with Agent Carter. She'd never even met her before."

"Of course." He took off running again.

Carmen here.

I think it was an hour or two that they questioned me, before they treated my injury. By then, I was practically unconscious.

They seemed to have accepted that I wasn't working with Agent Carter – the only evidence they had was that I was speaking German and was nearby her, and they were paranoid about Nazis. I can hardly blame them.

Hopefully, they wouldn't look up my family history. That could become extremely awkward.

"How did you injure your head?" asked Agent Sousa, who had directed his attention toward me.

"Dottie... blond hair… I saw her attack Agent Carter. She attacked me."

I could see a little clearer now. I was in a small side room, empty except for my chair and Agent Sousa.

"Dottie would be the woman who we found with Carter?"

"Ja."

"How does it happen that a German girl comes to America?"

"When I came, there was no war."

"You would have been very young."

I tried to nod, but it just made my head hurt.

"Where do you live?"

I named the town where I lived – a small town. I have no idea whether or not it existed at the time. I later checked and found out that it did, but under a different name.

"Do you have any associations with HYDRA or Leviathan or anyone in Russia at all?"

"I have no ties of any sort with HYDRA or Leviathan or anyone in Russia. Germany actually betrayed Russia during the war. I can't imagine any Russian would want to work with me." I'm proud of my heritage overall, but that's one part that I'm not overly happy about. The Nazi bit really doesn't rub me the right way either.

"What about Germany?"

"I could hardly be German and not have any ties with Germany. But I don't have any of the ones you're thinking of, I don't think."

"Was your father a soldier? Your brothers?"

"No, Agent." Try grandparents.

"Any relatives at all? Any ties with the Nazi party?"

"I have none. My family does, though, naturally – they could hardly have lived in Germany without any."

"What exactly were their ties?"

"My family were members of the Nazi Party," I admitted. "And, yes, I am related to the politician with who I share my last name. I've never met him or had any sort of communication with him." Kind of hard to when he's dead. "My family came here because we sensed that we needed to go. We came before the war started." Technically, that is true. I have relatives who did move to America after they decided that the Nazis would bring nothing but trouble. And we did come before a war started – just not World War II.

Sousa seemed to believe me. "Have you heard anything from them during or since the war?"

"Not that I know of. I didn't exactly want to have connections with a political party that was attempting genocide."

Usually, this conversation was held with an interested friend who'd just found out – not with the government.

I much preferred the former conversation.