Steve looked around the labyrinthine maze of The Playground. It always felt like a professional place, with everyone quickly hustling around to take down whichever bad guy was on the radar for that day. Today seemed different, and that was probably because of the Agents who were hurt. He was holding two bouquets of flowers knowing how much things that like really helped. Peggy opened the glass door where the two Agents, Daisy and Bobbi were laying in medical beds, "Is now a bad time?" Peggy smiled at Jemma.

Jemma grinned, "Nothing medically wrong with the timing."

"We just came to make sure you two were alright." Peggy looked between the two of them.

Daisy tried to sit up but stopped once the muscles in her stomach around the gun shot stopped her, "That's nice of you."

Steve walked over to put the flowers next to both of them. Once Daisy saw her bouquet of Daisy's she smiled even bigger, "One day I'll get sick of the pun, but today's not that day."

"I guess there's nothing funny you could do with my name." Bobbi muttered. Out of the two of them she was in the worst shape. "The patriotic get well soon card helps though."

Steve shrugged, "I know how hard The Winter Soldier shoots."

"Who was that guy?" Daisy asked.

Peggy watched Steve trying to figure out what to say, "I believe it's classified."

"For now." Steve looked at the two of them, "You two deserve to know-."

Daisy interrupted Steve, "Yeah that's all cool but!... is Carter wearing an engagement ring?"

Peggy rolled her eyes, "That didn't take long." she took the ring off and slipped it into her pocket, "I'll do this before everyone finds out."

Coulson sat in his office listening to Steve explain The Winter Soldier. Steve was still hesitant, he wanted to protect Bucky as much as possible. The last thing he wanted was for people to blame him for whatever Hydra made him do. Part of him stayed professional but there was still apart of him that could never get used to Steve talking to him. Peggy walked around the office looking at the many gadgets on display. Some of them she even used. "So if you guys have found The Winter Soldier, who is he?"

"Well…" Steve looked at a howling commando's photo on Coulson's wall. "It's Bucky Barnes."

Coulson laughed, "No shit."

Peggy laughed, "I had a similar reaction."

"Then who is this new Winter Soldier?"

"We don't know, that's why we're so concerned." Steve looked at Peggy, "I think it's time The Avengers and SHIELD officially teamed up. Now that we can be certain-"

"That we're not Hydra?" Coulson filled in the gap, "Yeah, no one can blame you for keeping your distance. How's the Iron Man going to take that?"

Steve shrugged, "Well… he'll learn to like it." It was more of a question, "I think he trusts Peggy."

Coulson turned in his chair, "I think you being here has saved the world from a massive Civil War."

"I'm starting to believe that as well." Peggy nodded and moved onto another case. A gold tube of lipstick with "Sweet Dreams" imprinted on the side stuck out to her, "Your collection of my things is rather impressive."

"What can I say?" Coulson stood up, "Your gadgets were too good to resist… congratulations on the engagement by the way."

Peggy crossed her arms, "How did you find out?"

"You told Simmons. Everyone in SHIELD probably knows. The Agents aren't the best with keeping non classified secrets to themselves."

Steve laughed, "Remind me to make everything classified then."

"It always works for me." Coulson stood up.

Peggy sat in the living area with the other close member of the team. They had pulled together a small engagement party of sorts, as best as they could The only one missing was Fitz- who was doing some data collecting from the mission. He was determined that somewhere there had to be better footage of The 'New' Winter Soldier. Hunter stood up from the couch where Bobbi was carefully sitting. The bumps bruises and scrapes left over from the mission were showing themselves in the way it hurt for her to do anything. Hunter opened a second bottle of champagne, "To the happy couple. Though I think all of Britain is hurt by your act of treason against us."

Peggy shrugged, "That's a risk I'm willing to take. Though not the first time I've been threatened with the noose."

Daisy laughed as Hunter filled her glass, "Is that slang for something?"

"No." Peggy laughed, "Thanks to Howard Stark and Joseph Mccarthy, I was tried for espionage against many of the allies before I died… temporarily. I was hung by the Germans close to the beginning of the war, thankfully the person doing the tying didn't know you had to do the math."

"Hate it when that happens.." May cracked a smile.

"Jesus." Hunter muttered, "Know any other parlor tricks?"

"Unfortunately no." Peggy couldn't ignore that the Champagne was helping her open up. While the serum made her faster and stronger, it didn't have the effect on her metabolism like it did Steve. "Unless withstanding torture counts."

The room chuckled despite the dark humor of the whole thing. "They wrote chapters in the old SHIELD handbook about your methods of keeping your composure through interrogations. " Jemma-the teams leading expert on Agent Carter, if you didn't count Steve- informed.

"On being tortured or torturing?" Steve inquired.

"Both-"

Jemma was cut off by Fitz running in. "I think I found something from some of the weapon cameras and the drones, I flew around as precautionary protection." He handed a tablet over to Coulson, "There's no record of her in any of the SHIELD or old Hydra files from the leak."

Coulson enlarged the picture, "I don't think I recognize her either."

Peggy held her hand out, "May I?" It could have been older Agents who had gone missing, one of the people she remembered from her Red Room investigations. She took the tablet in her hands, and after getting a good look she dropped the tablet.

Before it could hit the ground Steve grabbed it, "Who is it?"

Peggy leaned forward, holding her head in her hands, "It's…"

"You recognize her?" Coulson and the rest of the team were metaphorically sitting on the edge of their seats.

"Yes." Peggy could feel her stomach in her chest. She felt like she was going to be sick. If she didn't consider her situation, she'd think it was impossible. "The assassin is… Angie Martinelli." The room was still silent, only Steve understanding the gravity of the situation- piecing together the few, non details Peggy allowed him to have. "She was my… my friend and I thought she died a long time ago. She was taken as leverage for me to come after her…"

Steve put his arm around her, "We'll get her. We brought Bucky back, we can bring her back too."

That was what Peggy was afraid of.