Peggy stood in the hanger watching as the team walked into "The Bus". It seemed like everyone was going… except for her. "Please let me go." She grabbed ahold of Steve.

"It's not safe." He sighed.

"Compared to war?" she shook her head and watched as a bystander, "I don't like feeling useless."

"You're not useless. When we get the guy We'll need you for the interrogation." He put his hand on the back of her next making sure she was looking at him and not the mission. "But you know you're not ready for the field. And I don't know what I'll do if you get hurt again."

"You can't protect me forever Steve. Things are only going to get more dangerous the risks will only be higher."

Steve pulled her in for a kiss, "Not if I can help it."

"Captain!" Daisy called from the inside of the Bus, "We are ready when you are. Not to interrupt your love fest."

He turned back at Daisy and in the same tone a teenager would use, "Be there in a minute." Steve turned his attention back on Peggy, "Someone needs to stay and keep Angie company anyway."

Peggy nodded, "It's not as exciting, but I'll take it. Watch your six."

Steve nodded, "I will… but let's face it, I'm watching the whole clock. I'll be back in time for Take out Tuesday."

She gave him a light push to get going, "Don't be late Captain."

The team had been gone for two days and Angie sat on the couch with Peggy watching the next movie on her list. "These are good movies?" Angie couldn't believe it.

"They take some getting used to. I haven't really gotten to that point yet, but Steve assures me it gets better." Peggy had her feet up on the coffee table eating her lunch, which was some chili concoction Bobbi had made before everyone left. Without the team the whole place felt empty.

"I'll believe it when I see it English." Angie looked at the case of the movie they were enduring. "They just don't make 'em like they used to."

"Don't speak too soon. The kids movies are rather spectacular." Peggy grinned, "Dreadfully sad but wonderful."

Angie chuckled, "Always full of surprises aren't you Peg?"

"I try and keep things interesting." She noticed her phone was going off. Nothing from anyone that would alarm her, just Trish. Peggy put the bowl down and picked the phone up. "

'Are you up to secret spy things?'

It made Peggy chuckle as she replied, "I suppose I am."

'Well if you're not doing confidential things, do you want to get drinks with Jessica and I?"

Peggy looked over at Angie, "If these drinks involve going somewhere public then no… but if these drinks took place in my apartment or somewhere out of the way and safe then the answer is maybe."

"What are you even doing?"

"It's impossible to explain. Alcohol may help. Let me figure things out and I'll call you back."

"Roger that."

Angie looked over, "Who was that?" she asked as Peggy hung up the phone.

"A friend I've acquired." Peggy weighed the options of what could go wrong before proposing the event. "She invited me to have drinks,"

"You going to go?" Angie tried not to sound disappointed that Peggy would be leaving. She knew it wasn't fair, since they both had things to get used to, but she was tired of being left behind at the SHIELD base.

"Would you like to?"

She was taken aback by the question, "You want me to go… with you… to have drinks with your friends?"

Peggy shook her head, "Just one friend.. and my friends friend."

"You ain't friendly?"

"I've never met her actually, but Trish seems like someone who keeps good company. Or at least interesting company." Peggy gestured to herself, "She doesn't mind my crazy agenda."

"Is that even allowed? For me to go?"

"You've passed every test haven't you. You have been more compliant than Bucky has ever been, even before being taken. We'll dress casually, no one will know it's me. It seems a lot better than staying cooped up in a bunker for a weekend while the others are off getting to do the fun stuff."

Angie beamed, "I want to go back to the city so bad Peg! Please can we go?"

She got a last minute wave of regret, "Are you sure you're up for it?" Peggy didn't want to push Angie. She hadn't even been above this level of the base since she got there.

"I need to get out of here English," She weighed the options and shifted from side to side, "And I Really don't want to make you look bad and break out of here."

Peggy laughed, "Alright, Darling. Let's go back to the City."

Anie spent the car ride with her face glued to the window. Of course she had been out, of course she had seen the world but she never interacted with it. She moved through, got her target and went back. Having time to stop and see details of the new city felt overwhelming and powerful. Infact… she was starting to get a headache.

Peggy gave the instructions to the driver, "No need to wait around,"

"Sure thing Director." The Agent in the front seat turned the corner into the city.

"Where are we going?"

Peggy looked at the address, "A bar I guess. It's in a weird part of town, but it's in the same neighborhood as our apartment." She tried to figure out how to look at the map, but it was no use. For once she just got to sit back and relax, "What do you think of the city so far?"

Angie laughed, "What did they do to our New York?"

That was an answer Peggy didn't have the answer to, "It grew up."

The car stopped outside of a building that met her requests… though a bit more literal than she expected. It was a bar, it was out of the way, and there was no way anyone would suspect Peggy Carter and an Ex-assassin to be drinking there; or Trish Walker on that same note.

Trish was standing outside with a women that Peggy was probably sure would be blown away by a strong gust of air. That couldn't be Jessica, the way Trish talked about her made her seem like an indestructible beast. Peggy got out of the car first and held it open for Angie who stepped out and looked around the block, "This is crazy."

"I know," Peggy assured her, "If you need to leave tell me and we will leave and go where ever you need to go."

"Don't worry about me Peg. I'm not going anywhere."

Peggy stepped up onto the side walk, "I have to admit Trish, when I made the specifications for the place I didn't exactly mean a shady bar."

"It's not shady. I mean, I can show you shady if you want."

Trish rolled her eyes, "Peggy this is Jessica."

"It's nice to meet you, Trish has told me a lot." Peggy looked at Angie then back at the two, "This is Trish."

"I'm Angie." She broke up the introductions.

Jessica took a good look at Angie and then walked to the door, "And I'm freezing."

Trish followed a few steps behind Jessica with Peggy and Angie, "She's in a good mood today."

"Hate to see her in a bad one." Angie scoffed.

Peggy looked around again, "So why are we here exactly?"

"Free drinks." Trish pointed to Jessica who was chatting up a tall handsome dark skinned bartender, "That's Jessica's boyfriend Luke." Angie and Peggy looked at each other and both silently agreed that the worrisome location of the bar was well worth it. Trish walked to where Jessica was, at a table in the back corner.

"Well sweet Christmas." Luke greeted the three of them.

"I know." Jessica looked at Peggy, "It's like looking at a history book."

Luke walked over handing Jessica a bottle of whiskey and a glass, "Can I get you ladies anything?"

"Is Schnapps still a thing?" Angie whispered over to Peggy.

"It is. What was that stuff you made me try a while back?"

Trish laughed, "Oh yeah. The Sour Apple Schnapps."

"Is that alright with you?" Peggy clarified with Angie who confirmed with a nod. Her headache seemed to get worse.

"Could I get a water too?"

Luke nodded, "Coming right up." before he left he made eye contact with Jessica that made them both break out into knowing smiles.

"Can I ask who you are Angie," Jessica poured herself a shot of whiskey, "Or why it's a secret?"

"She's a friend." Peggy wasn't lying, "Let's just say we have a lot in common."

"Like."

Trish gave Jessica a look.

"What, I'm just trying to be friendly." She shrugged and raised the glass to her lips. "What do you have in common?"

Peggy admired Jessica's lack of charm, "A birth year?"

Jessica and Trish both looked at Angie and then back at Peggy, "Well no shit," Jessica nodded, "That satisfies my answers for now."

"Really?" Angie leaned her elbow on the table, "That doesn't make you more curious?"

She shrugged, "Some confidential government business. She's probably like some of the others that keep popping up. Avenger deal or whatever."

Angie laughed, "Yeah. Something like that."

"What do you do Jessica?" Peggy crossed her legs under the table.

"I'm a Private Investigator." She put down her second shot.

Peggy nodded in approval, "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

"Good choice." Jessica managed to almost smile.

Peggy walked down the hall of Trish's apartment holding onto Angie. She would classify herself as drunk but it was interesting trying to walk. "Are you sure you don't need help?" Trish walked behind her.

"It's the leg." Peggy assured, "I'm fine."

Angie laughed, "She's not."

"Oh hush!" Peggy stopped by the door and waited for it to open, "I don't know how Jessica is standing up."

Jessica walked with her hands in her pockets, "Years of practice."

Trish opened the door and held it open for them, "My place is safe, no one will know you're here."

"You're too nice." Angie walked in letting Peggy walk for herself. Her head hadn't gotten better and she didn't drink at all. But now the feeling was sinking to the rest of her. "Fancy place you got here Blondie."

"It'll do." She looked at the time "What time do you need to go Jessica?"

"I'm staking out at 1, I'm getting a picture tonight if it kills me. Get that crazy asshole out of my apartment."

Peggy sat down on the couch, "You must have some interesting stories as a PI."

"Not really, just lots of affairs." Jessica shrugged.

"That counts as interesting." Angie sat next to Peggy, rubbing her temple, "At least it's not classified."

"Or treasonous to talk about in public." Peggy took her hair out of the Pony tail, "Technically Angie being here is treasonous housing of a public threat."

"Not the worst thing I've been charged with." Jessica muttered.

Trish groaned, "Let's not get involved with that tonight."

While they bickered Peggy checked her phone that was in her jacket pocket. There was a missed call from Steve and a text. "Call me when you see this. Good news."

Peggy's buzz vanished and she immediately dialed, "Oh goodness.."

"Is something wrong?" Angie looked at Peggy.

"He said it was Good News, but it could be about anything." Peggy informed Angie as she waited for the call to go through.

"Peg?"

"What's happening?" She didn't want to deal with the pleasantries. She needed to know right then.

"The Target is acquired." The way Steve sounded told her that everything had gone well, as well as a dangerous mission could go. "Some minor bumps and bruises for everyone, but we're on our way back right now."

"That's wonderful." She put her hand on her forehead feeling the stress lifted off her shoulders, "We'll head back."

"You're not at the Base?"

Peggy looked at Trish, Jessica and Angie, "We… got a bit antsy. We're in the city but we will be back well before you are."

"See you then."

"See you then Darling." Peggy hung up the phone and turned to Angie, "Everything went well. They're bringing him back to the base."

Angie had her arms wrapped around her stomach and she nodded. Finally the uneasy feeling inside of her was building up. She couldn't describe it, like something seeping its way through her whole body. "Peg…"

Peggy could see Angie's change in demeanor; her skin was practically white and she looked ill. "What's the matter?"

"I…. I don't-" She clutched at her chest, "Something's wrong." A jolt of pain coursed through her whole body from head to toe. A constant coursing pain that was ripping and tearing its way into every part of her.

Trish and Jessica both stood up out of natural instinct. They had been through the ringer lately but this was starting to take the cake. "What do we do?"

Peggy was kneeling in-front of Angie trying to calm her down and check her heart rate, "I don't know. I… I need a car to take us back. The SHIELD car won't get here fast enough and it will put you two in considerable amount of danger.' Her brain was racing a mile a minute trying to figure out what was happening. But she knew that Ward had something to do with it.

"I'll drive." Trish offered.

Letting a civilian drive them to the top secret SHIELD base was near the top of 'stupid things Peggy Carter has agreed to under stress' but it seemed like their fastest way to get there. "Are you a fast driver?"

"Recklessly so." Jessica wished that just once they could have a normal night out.

Angie winced in pain as the whole thing got worse. Peggy swore and stood up, "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this." She helped Angie up. Keeping Angie balanced in her arms proved to be more of a challenge than she was used to.

"Jessica lock the door-"

"Oh no. I'm coming with you." She scoffed then looked at Peggy, "Let me take her." Peggy looked at her in disbelief, there was no way she would be able to carry Angie to the car faster than she could. Jessica rolled her eyes, "I'm stronger than you think, not let me take her so she doesn't explode in Trish's apartment or something."

"So… comforting." Angie grunted, "English let her."

Peggy conceded and helped transfer her over to Jessica, who picked her up in arms like she weighed nothing. If she wasn't so damn scared she would have been curious.

"What do you mean?" Steve tried to think through the new information Peggy was giving him,

"Angie is dying. Or hurt, Dammit I don't know but her heart is racing, and she's in tremendous amounts of pain." Everything was getting worse. "It's something to do with Ward I just know it."

"Take a deep breath. We were already going as fast as we can to get there. What are Fitz and Simmons saying?"

"They are running tests. I swear to god if they have something to do with this-"

"Focus on what's happening right now Peggy." he instructed, "Focus on Angie."

Peggy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Alright. Just get here.. I need you to be here."

"I know Peg,"

Fitz walked out into the hall to give Peggy news, "I have to go. I'll keep you updated." She hung up cutting everything short. This couldn't be happening again. "What is happening?"

"There's some kind of a neurotoxin in her blood that is making its way through her entire system which could result in total organ failure. We don't know how it got there, but since neither you or the other two people you brought have any symptoms of traces of it it's specific to Angie. The best guess we can give is that Ward put in some kind of kill switch since her symptoms started the same time the Team started the attack" The tone didn't sound reassuring, "Simmons is working on something to try and stop it, but-"

"You go in there. And you fix it." It was a mixture of an order and a plea. "Do you understand. I need you to fix this."

"We're going to do everything we can but it's acting faster than we have the technology for."

Peggy pushed her hair out of her face, "That's not possible. There has to be something. It's... " How could a world with so much progression and technology still be unable to keep her from losing everyone she ever lets close to her. Why did this always have to happen.

"I know Director. You can come in with her, it's not showing any sign of being infectious." He pointed behind him.

She nodded. Jessica and Trish were being entertained by SHIELD security. If she wasn't the Director, she would have most certainly been fired. Peggy walked into the medical room seeing Angie lying there writhing in pain. She went to her side where she anticipated she wouldn't be in the way, "Angie, Darling… everything's going to be alright okay?"

Angie shook her head, "It's not English."

"Don't you say that." Peggy took her hand, "The world wouldn't put us back together if it was just going to do this. They're going to find something, they're damn good scientists."

Angie looked up at Peggy, "I love you English."

Peggy's eyes started to water, "Please don't give up Angie. I know it hurts but you just have to be tough."

She nodded, "Whatever you say Peg."

Peggy ran her fingers through Angie's hair, resting her hand against Angie's cheek. She got the same feeling she had when she spoke to Steve on the plane. The feeling knowing that this conversation was the last you'd ever have with someone came with complete emptiness. Words didn't seem to matter. She could hear the machines alert the room to a drop in pressure, and whatever was going to happen. "We have too much stuff to do for you to leave… I was going to take you to a play like we always used to do. I lost you too early the first time, I'm not letting you leave a second time."

"I don't think I have much of a chance." Angie tensed up feeling more pain be added to everything else as things began to shut down.

Simmons rushed in trying to administer new options into the IV for a better response, but despite the rush of the room Peggy and Angie seemed to be there alone.

"Please." Peggy begged as Angie's light seemed to dim, "Please Angie."

"I'm sorry Peggy." Her voice was a low whisper.

"Don't be sorry." Peggy brushed through Angie's hair again, trying to make her as comfortable as possible while she was being poked and prodded in haste. Lists of things going wrong were being listed off. "There's only one person responsible for this."

"Go avenge me English." Angie's sense of humor shone through the pain and the suffering.

Peggy choked out a laugh, "You'll be with me. I'll hold him, while you punch."

Angie lifted her hand up to Peggy's cheek and Peggy kept it there. Slowly, she could feel the tension and agency keeping Angie's arm in the air vanish, but Peggy kept the hand there. The monitors flared up in the background, but there was nothing that could be done. It was too aggressive and too fast, and Angie was just too pure to handle it. "Sounds like a date."

She placed Angie's hand back on the bed, "Don't be Late."