It wasn't hard for Peggy to find the school that the now five year old went to. All she had to do was go through the files of Starks employees and find out where Russell lived, then find a school in that district. It was rookies work.
So, Peggy sat across the street watching. Mr. Jarvis, bless his soul, never asked a single question about why they were watching an elementary school. Whether it be that he trusted her, or he just wanted out of the house, Peggy was thankful although, she knew he must have been wondering what in the world they were doing. She'd never shown interesting in children at all before, and it was not normal to be sitting and watching a school.
"Miss Carter, may I inquire…" he started but was promptly cut off by the British Agent before he could even finish his question.
"In all due time, Mr. Jarvis." Peggy answered curtly. Mr. Jarvis gave her a sour look before pulling his gaze away from her and back at the brick building. It was quite a sad school, with dying trees, drooping roof and peeling paint. It made him wonder whether or not the children were able to learn in this environment. Whether it hurt their concentration. It worried him, what if the roof fell down on a class? Did the teachers have the same worries?
The bell was a shrill ring, much different than the ones he and Peggy had heard when they were in school. That seemed so far away now, and the full impact of how old they actually were hit them as they watched the small humans leave the school.
Some screamed as they ran out, acting as though they were animals that were being set free from cages at a zoo. Cages they had spent their whole lives in, and now were free to go back to the wild to live like their ancestors did.
Seeing the small humans made a pang happen to Peggy. It was the full realization that she would never have this with the person she truly loved. She would never see little blonde boys with blue eyes or little girls telling their friends that their daddy saved the world from a war. Steve was dead, and the miniscule dream of having a family with him, one that only appeared after his death when Peggy realized she loved him, was crushed.
The thing that brought Peggy out of the sadness of her mind, and Mr. Jarvis from thinking that this school needed to upgrade their budget, was the young girl they were waiting for. Jenna looked exactly like Angie would have when she was younger. Honey blond hair, green eyes, olive toned skin that could be considered pale.
Little Jenna was not alone though. She was walking with a boy around her age, maybe older. He was certainly taller than her short stature. Maybe it was because he was a boy and she was a girl, or maybe it was the age difference. This was something Peggy was not aware of.
The child's face was scrunched up in utter annoyance. The boy was laughing, his look of joy contrasting the girls. It was obvious he was annoying her, and it was proven when the girl punched him in the arm. It just made him laugh harder though, there was no affect to show how she really felt about this.
The innocence and playfulness dynamic between the two changed drastically though when a shadow was cast across the two. A stern woman was standing over them. Not in the clothing of what a teacher would wear, and she looked similar to the boy, so it was obvious that it was his mother. The woman started to yell at Jenna as she grabbed the boys hand gently in one hand, making him smirk, and the girls roughly in the other, making her wince.
"It was all in playful fun." Mr. Jarvis muttered from beside her as he too watched the little girl shrink back and away from the woman. It was obvious she wanted away by the way she pulled her arm, only to have the mothers grip tighten considerably.
The lady started to talk towards their car, dragging Jenna behind her, with the girl scrambling to keep up, and the boy keeping up since he had longer legs.
Peggy had the windows open because it was getting warmer out and could hear everything they were saying clearly.
"You cannot hit your brother!" the woman hissed at the girl angrily.
"He isn't my brother!" Jenna replied as she frantically struggled against the woman's grip. "And you are not my mother!"
"I am your mother," the woman said fiercely as she took her hand out of the sons grasp and swung it around to slap the little girl before taking her sons hand again.
She bent down and pulled the girl close, whispering something that nobody except the two of them could hear. Even the boy seemed confused and annoyed at the fact that he couldn't hear his mother's words to the girl.
Jenna seemed scared as the woman back away and continued walking with a straight face as though nothing had just happened. It was a trick, an illusion of a perfect family.
Peggy felt small flairs of anger appear within herself. She didn't believe in hitting small children, and there was a woman who was doing it without a purpose. Mr. Jarvis seemed shocked that someone could be that violent towards a child too.
"Miss Carter, I feel inclined to once again ask what we are doing." Mr. Jarvis said as he turned to look at Peggy. He wanted answers, that included the reason why they were there watching a child get hit. O really, watching a child in general.
"That is not my information to disclose, unfortunately." Peggy announced without a hint of what it was about. Well, Mr. Jarvis decided that it was about someone else, someone that Peggy was close to. It had to be. "It's time for me to get back to the house, Mr. Jarvis."
"Of course Miss Carter." Mr. Jarvis said as he once again started the car.
When Mr. Jarvis dropped Peggy back off at the house, Peggy opened and closed the door quietly. But as she heard music playing from the radio in the kitchen, loudly, it was obvious Angie realized quite some time ago that she was gone. Something Peggy was hoping to avoid so no questions would be asked.
Once she walked into the kitchen she looked to see Angie cleaning the cupboards. Everything was even more spotless than it had been that morning, obviously Angie was on a cleaning spree.
The young actress was singing along with the music coming from the radio, oblivious to the spy watching her.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose. Il me dit des mots d'amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ça me fait quelque chose.
Peggy cleared her throat, and the beautiful singing was brought to a halt as Angie looked up, startled. She was not sure how long Peggy was standing there, and wasn't completely sure if she wanted to know.
"You know, if you sang that at your next audition you'd positively get a part." Peggy advised as her eyes ran over the counter. She had forgotten to eat today, and was looking for something that was easy and didn't relay on any actual cooking skills.
"Thanks English, any acting advice while you're at it?" Angie asked sassily from the floor as she gave Peggy a dirty look.
"Just some friendly advice," the English woman defended herself as she spotted an apple. "By the way, Mr. Jarvis and I found Jenna's school today." She reached out and picked up the red apple before rubbing it on her blazer to shine it and make it acceptable for eating.
Anige's head shot up to stare at her. She did not expect her friend to randomly throw that into the conversation casually. This was not a casual thing. This was a huge thing, a huge thing that brought confusing feelings to Angie.
One part of her was happy that Peggy tracked down her daughter, something she had been unable to do. Another part of her was angry because Peggy tracked down her daughter, and she was unable to.
"You found Jenna? Peggy you didn't have to." Angie said as she stood up. Her feels were turning towards hurt. She didn't mind if Peggy wanted to help her get her daughter back, really she was quite glad. But she wanted to be there and help, not be left in the dark.
"Of course I did, I want to help you." Her friend replied before taking a bite of the red apple. The red was almost the same shade as her lipstick.
"I know, but I would appreciate being able to go with you to see my own daughter. I haven't seen her in over a year." Angie whined as she pouted. She seemed like a child doing this, and really it was a childish act.
"Tough," Peggy responded but instantly felt guilty. "Sorry, but I needed to do that part alone. I am the spy out of us, Angie. If you saw her you'd go out, which would jeopardize this. Her father cannot know we found her, and since they know what you look like you coming to do that wouldn't go over well."
Angie didn't say anything as she pursed her lips and looked down. She knew Peggy was right, she usually was. She would have gone out and grabbed Jenna. Who knows what would have happened then. She'd probably end up in jail!
Peggy sighed and placed the half eaten apple on the counter. "I am going to go shower. I will tell you everything after."
She left the room, leaving behind only the apple and the echo of her heels hitting the floor.
I do not own Marvel or the song La Vie En Rose
Sorry it took so long to update. I have a short attention span, along with my school is ending soon so I need to work on learning lines for a Spanish dialogue (even though I'm very bad at second languages, sadly), along with a script for my drama class, editing and posting videos on my youtube channel for film class, and finishing my online course that I took. Needless to say I've been procrastinating and watching a lot of youtube.
Also, because of my short attention span I've only been writing in short bursts. That doesn't help when I've been writing differently than usual and am still getting used to it.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter despite the wait, and please review!
