All the phones were lovely, some were even vintage. None the less they were expensive, and Angie knew she didn't have to worry about the germs of many other people here. Well, unless Howard Stark had some shady people here. Which to be truthful, he probably did

The phone's dial tone rung as Angie held the phone to her ear.

"New York Bell co." the voice on the line said.

"Can you please connect to Ambra and Carlo Martinelli?"

"Of course, please hold."

The sound of more dial tone filled her ears and Angie waited for it to connect. She knew it would soon, which she was glad about. She was pretty excited to tell her mom about this new place.

"Hello?" she heard her mom's voice come through and she smiled. It was often she talked to her since coming to New York. Only to tell her about Russell when they got married, when she got pregnant, when Jenna was born, and when Jenna was taken.

"Hi ma," Angie said as she leaded against the wall. She was in the hallway, and even though there was a large amount of rooms and furniture there wasn't a chair in this hallway. Not that she would have been able to reach it since the phone had a cord unless it was close.

"Angie! How have you been?" her mom's cheerful voice asked through the door. At least her mom was happy, that was good.

"Good, good." Angie replied. "Guess what, my friend and I got a house together. She's friends with Howard Stark, he gave it to us for free." It sounded like a ridiculous story and yet it had actually happened.

"That's wonderful! Although, isn't he a national threat or something like that?" her mom asked. It was apparent that she never kept up with current events.

"Don't you listen to the radio, he's been cleared." Angie exasperated voice said.

"I prefer the old fashioned method of the newspapers." Her mom said with a shrug in her voice. "So, how's little Jenna doing?" Angie felt a little stab in her heart, and her smile turned into a frown. She had wanted to avoid that topic. Her mom's short term memory wasn't the best though.

"Mom, remember that Russell took her from me," Angie said in the lightest voice she could muster. Suddenly she was very glad that she was a trained actress (or as trained as she could be without being on stage) because it was obvious her mom didn't know she was upset when she spoke next.

"Oh, right." Her mom said awkwardly. "Well... when will I get to see the house? If it is indeed one of Howard Starks it must be beautiful.

"Next time you come to New York." Angie said cheerfully. "And you can meet English, she's a blast. Plus, you'll love the kitchen. It's to die for."

"Okay darling," the elder woman said. "Well I must be going. Phone more often, okay Angela?"

"Yeah ma, you can phone me too ya know." Angie said but her mom hung up too quickly and all she heard was the static of a dead line. Angie put the phone back onto the cradle before heading back into the sitting room where Peggy was. They needed to have a chat.

As she walked through the hallways she listened to how well the acoustics were in the room. The echo of her heals hitting the floor was almost like music, almost. At least that meant she could practice her singing anywhere.

Now don't get her wrong, this was a fairy tale house. The mansion was like a castle that Angie would have wanted when she was little, it was the house she imagined herself living in when she was on Broadway. It was something Angie never thought she would ever get. But not everything was perfect in this chapter.

Angie needed to figure out how she was going to shape her life now that she didn't have Miriam Fry to tell her how her life was going to go, and although she was still going to get onto Broadway (it was not an if, it was a when) she needed to think of more things than just her career. Like how the hell would she get Jenna back? She had no clue where Russell went, or if he was still in the city. Was he still working for Mr. Stark? Angie wanted to ask but felt as though that would be intrusive. Plus, wasn't there a law against things like giving away your employees?

Although initially Angie never had any plans for kids, and yet she wanted Jenna back. She wanted a child back. Angie wasn't sure how her brain transitioned between the two.

"Okay English," Angie said as she walked back into the sitting room to see Peggy still standing there, and she heard fading footsteps of Mr. Fancy. "Explain what needs to be explained. What is going on?"

So, Peggy explained everything. From the war, to knowing Captain America, to the agency where she worked called the SSR. Her cover was the phone company. And what she had to do for Howard Stark, the reason for them getting this place. She saved him. Peggy Carter cleared his name, so he gave them a house.

"So, you're like a ninja?" Angie asked finally after about five minutes of them sitting in silence.

"More like a spy," Peggy said wearily as she sat down. "A spy who doesn't know whether or not she will be welcomed back at her job."

"I bet you will be, you sound like the best spy in that joint."

Peggy smiled at her appreciatively as she slipped off her high heels.

"I would like you to explain now." Peggy said. Angie gave her a look, what was she talking about? What did she have to explain?

"What are you talking about?" Angie asked innocently as she looked at Peggy.

"You may be an actress, but I work with a secret organization," Peggy said with a small shrug. "You're upset, I can see it. Is it about my job? Or maybe you don't want to live here?"

"Oh god, nothing like that. I love it here, Peg." Angie reassured her. "And I want you to be careful, but your job is fine." Angie said as she rushed to let Peggy know that she was fine with the woman's job. "It's just… well…" Angie hesitated. She wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to tell Peggy yet.

"You don't have to tell me right now," Peggy said with a small smile at Angie. "Wait until you're ready." Angie nodded with a watery smile before excusing herself to go to bed. Peggy nodded and Angie left the room. At least she understood that Angie wasn't ready without her saying so.

Really, she wasn't sure which of the eight rooms she was going to sleep in, and while she was debating it sounds started to appear in her ears. All she heard was running, yet it wasn't heavy enough to be an adult. And laughing.

Before her eyes, Jenna seemed to materialize. The girl was as beautiful as she was in Angie's pictures and dreams. Milky skin, green eyes, honey coloured hair. She was smiling and running towards her mom.

"Mommy, you're home!" Jenna yelled as she opened her arms to hug Angie. Angie, caught in the moment bent down and opened her arms, but just before Jenna got to her she disappeared like a puff of smoke. The sound of laughter echoed in the halls.

Peggy watched from where Angie came from, the woman standing again and looking around. She seemed lost. Peggy watched as she walked away, her shoulder shaking. She knew tears were falling, but she just wondered why.


Peggy was having a nice lunch at the diner the next day. She had a meeting with Thompson earlier so now she was enjoying a nice cup of tea, although not as good as in England, and a sandwich. The sandwich wasn't that good either, nobody was as good as a cook as Angie or her own mother.

Angie had told her she'd be back, and had gone into the back room to find some more napkins since the dispenser was running out. She had only been in the back for two minutes when the door swung open and a small child ran in.

The girls would have been around six, with hair gold like honey with ringlets that fell midway down her back. From where Peggy stood, she had large, green doe eyes. There was something haunting about her though, something that Peggy recognized. Maybe she'd seen her on the subway?

Peggy was starting to get up to ask the girl if she was lost or needed help when she opened her mouth and spoke.

"Mommy!" she yelled in a voice that sounded like bells. Peggy heard a crash in the back, and the sound of the chef saying hey! as Angie started towards the front. A man quickly ran in though just as she got in view of the front and grabbed the little girl front behind, making her protest.

"Jenna!" Angie gasped almost inaudibly as she raced forward. The man was faster though and was out the door with Angie chasing behind, Peggy behind her. Peggy was confused, but this seemed to be important.

The man shoved the child into the car roughly, making her whine loudly in pain, before getting into the front seat and speeding off.

"Jenna!" Angie yelled as she looked off after the car. Her expression was extraordinarily sad and Peggy suddenly had a vague idea of what Angie was considering telling her the day before. She had something to do with that man, and that child.

"How about you clock out early, and we go back home and you explain. I think after this, it's time." Angie nodded, defeated. Peggy had never seen her like this before, and frankly, it needed to stop. This was not how Angie was supposed to be, and Peggy was going to help her get back to her normal self.

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