"Peggy," the man attempted to be warm and welcoming to her but wasn't succeeding in his attempt.

"I can't go on any further," she simply stated, holding back all of herself. She had for so long held back her rage, tears, and pain. She could feel the trembles she contained to her very core.

"Yes, you can. We need to know this and you need to get this off your chest."

"No," she shakily whispered and a simple tear slipped down her cheek. They were lucky she was tied down.

"Steve would be very proud of you." Yes he would, and she loved Steve, but he was being condescending in his manner. She wouldn't lead him to believe that she was just another woman, because she wasn't. Peggy knew that she was different; she had been changed. How she had changed, she couldn't see from her point of view. From the outside, she could only begin to imagine how cold she must seem.

"I don't need his approval or anyone else's!" Peggy began to lose her temper. She thrashed against the restraints they had strapped onto her arms. Apparently, she had hurt several agents that were "trying to help her". She certainly didn't give a damn and she certainly didn't need their help. They were the reason she had been there in the first place.

"Of course you don't." The man began to agree with her to get her to talk. Typical technique. She wouldn't comply to anyone else.

"Don't use that bloody tactic on me." She calmed herself a bit.

"Fine, fine. Do what you want, we'll get information out of you later. You are here under our protection, you're not a prisoner." He stood up, sorted his papers, and began to leave.

"Wait." She loudly sighed for effect. She couldn't believe she was giving in to him, but she guessed he was right. She needed to share her pain and get it off her chest. He came back in and sat down, assuming her move. "I will finish this, but on one condition."

"Alright," he agreed. "What is that condition?"

"I went through a lot to save Angie. You cannot judge me for the terrible things I did. I did them for her, but I do not regret them one bit."

"Why did you go through so much just for one woman?"

"You're finally asking the right questions." Peggy slightly smirked.

"Well?"

"You're terribly thick. Or do you just want me to say it?"

Angie and I were forcibly led down the hallway opposite to the one we had escaped from. The walls were different and the technology was better than the other side of the, well, whatever we're trapped in. It worried me where we were. No normal prison "tested" on their captives, unless they were Hydra, which worried me more. I would never let Angie end up like so many that perished in Hydra testing that were led by men like Whitehall. He would test and remove until he was satisfied, and by then, there wouldn't be much left.

"Here we are," one of the men said. We had arrived at a cell with doors that were connected to some sort of security system that I didn't have the chance to observe. The door opened and the two of us were shoved inside, then it shut. I expected Angie to not expect the push and trip, but she caught herself and remained standing.

"Well this will be nice place to die," Angie half-joked and stated darkly. She was still kind of shaky.

"Angie-"

"No, English. It won't be alright." Angie had lost the slight laugh that she always had in her eyes, she was beginning to lose hope.

"Well, then we can't stop trying, can we?"

"We already tried once and you see how that worked out," she pointed at the bruise that I could feel forming on my cheek from the men tackling me to the ground. I looked away from her. "I think the amazing Peggy Carter should know when she's beat."

"So what, Angie?" Peggy gently asserted. "What are we supposed to do? Just lie here and rot until some man comes and saves us? We are fully capable of breaking ourselves out."

"Why are we even here? Everything before waking up in the other cell is fuzzy." Angie was stubborn and knew she was wrong, but wasn't going to admit it. I wasn't going to rub it in her face so I let her side step the topic.

"The man seems familiar but I can't quite place his face." Every time I saw his face, something inside of me curled up in a strange, unexplainable rage. I couldn't explain why, something was wrong if I couldn't remember. "Wasn't it odd that he said 'comply'?"

"That's not a word you hear completely sane people say to someone," Angie said. "But then again, I think he lost his sane card when he locked us in a freaking cell."