Peggy stormed through the doors of the hanger seeing that the team had arrived and were unloading. She didn't care about the Hydra equipment, she didn't care about the next phase, she didn't care about her responsibility as a SHIELD director to act with caution. Angie was dead, and she was dead because of the man being unloaded off the plane by Bucky and Tony with the sleeve of his Iron Man suit. Steve stopped trying to comfort her, but she walked straight past him. "Peggy-"

Before he could get a word in to stop her threw a punch in his jaw as hard as she possibly could. Ward would have fallen to the ground if the arms weren't keeping him upright. "HEY!" Coulson shouted from the plane. Ward was a valuable prisoner. Not that there was any chance of him ever leaving a prison cell for the rest of his life, but he wanted him alive for now, "Director Carter if you put another hand on him."

"You'll what?" She was not in the mood to be scolded, "I'm already not on the mission."

Coulson closed the gap between them, "I don't think I need to explain interrogation tactics to you."

"No you don't." Peggy could feel her hands shaking. She was so angry.

Ward spat to clear his mouth and gave Peggy a smile, "I guess my kill switch worked didn't it."

There was a split moment where Peggy froze, then her eyes locked on the target and her fist hit Ward again, this time with a better response of him losing consciousness.

Steve was behind her at once pulling her back, "Peggy come on, you don't want to do this. This isn't how you do things."

"Don't tell me what I want to do." She felt like she allowed Steve to walk her away from the situation, but that wasn't the case since Steve physically picked her up, walked away, and set her down away from the traffic.

"You can't kill Ward Peg," Steve told her. "Killing him won't bring-"

When Peggy was a young girl, she got in trouble more times than she could count-at the time- for hitting. It was the one thing in her life that got her in trouble the most in school. The second someone hit the right switch in Peggy her fists went flying. Steve hit that switch.

Her hand slapped him across the cheek- at least she had the decency to open her hand for Steve. "Don't. You. Dare." She growled, "Don't you dare say what you're about to say. You don't have to tell me anything about trying to bring people back from the grave. He killed Angie. He is the reason she is dead and no one is acting in their right mind!"

"I'm sorry." Steve said quietly. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and keep her from everything that she was feeling, but he guessed it would only make her more angry. "I'm so sorry Peggy."

"I don't need you to be sorry for me Steve. I need you to be on my side."

He shook his head, "I can't be on your side about this Peggy. Killing him right now, is not the right choice."

Peggy could see past the Captain America facade and for a moment saw the same Steve too stubborn to run away from a fight. "Maybe for once… for one time in my life Steve I'd like to not make the right choice."

"Then do it." Steve put his hands up, "But you will lose everything you've worked for. Every friend you've made. Killing Ward will solve nothing. It'll only make you like them." She looked away from Steve and remained silent. He was right, she knew he was right, but it didn't make it less terrible. "If you want to yell at someone, yell at me. If you want to hit someone, hit me. But don't throw away all the work SHIELD has done trying to bring justice to the things he's done."

Peggy nodded, "Alright."

He could see the grief on her face, he could see the anger, and he could see that Peggy had seem them on herself too much in her life, "What do you need from me?" Steve asked softly.

"I don't know." she answered honestly, "Anytime something like this happens to me… I do a pretty damn good job keeping everyone away… I'd like to not do that this time."

"Well, hon." Steve took a leap of faith and wrapped Peggy up in his arms, "I'm not going anywhere."

Peggy refused to let herself in the interrogation room. She couldn't promise what she would do if she was in an arm's reach of him, or really in a space with no bullet proof glass to separate them. She was watching May's interrogation style, which was a lot of silence followed by violence. It would have to do.

Steve walked in the door of the viewing room, "Is everything alright?"

"No." She put her glass of tea up to her lips, "But I guess it's as good as things will be in a while."

"I'm just here to tell you your two guests have been cleared to leave." He looked at Ward getting beaten up for information. The whole thing felt wrong to him, but he would have done the same when Bucky died… he kind of did. A hostile take over of a Hydra base was pretty similar in violence. But he knew this wasn't good for Peggy, "You shouldn't be seeing this."

Peggy managed to laugh, "Right." She didn't look away, "Ms. Carter, take the night off. A women shouldn't be seeing this."

"That's not what I meant." He leaned against the table, his back facing the window and tried to get Peggy to look at him, "You should rest, you should grieve."

"I am grieving." she assured him. "Let me work, shutting me away in my quarters is only going to make me angry."

He gestured behind him, "And this doesn't."

Peggy took a deep breath and reevaluated the situation, "This is the most content I've been in a day and a half Steve."

God she was a violent women.

He nodded and remembered something, "What do you know about Jessica."

The change in topic threw Peggy for a loop, "Not much. I trust her, not sure why. She's a PI, Trish's adopted sister."

"She just seems like she's hiding something." Steve shrugged, "She swears a lot."

Peggy stood up and put a hand on her shoulder, "Vulgarity isn't a sign of evil Steve." She walked out the door to see her friends off. Trish and Jessica stood waiting by her car that had been disassembled and put back together for any sign of explosives of tracking device, "I'm sorry if this has been terrible." Peggy walked up to them, "I shouldn't have put you through all this."

"Don't worry, SHIELD has good taste in cute Agents." Trish walked to Peggy and hugged her, "I'm sorry you had to go through all this. She seemed nice."

Peggy accepted the hug briefly but cut it short, "She was. She was one of the best people I've ever met."

They both nodded, "Listen," Jessica spoke up. She was not going to hug Peggy. "If you ever need something. I don't know what the Director of a place like this would ever need, but if you need something, let us know."

"Thank you." From what Trish told her about Jessica, the act of kindness was a good sign, "That means a lot."

Trish walked to the car and looked back, "Make him pay," she gave Peggy a wink before getting in.

"I will." Peggy assured.

"Don't I have some form of diplomatic rights in this situation?" Ward was out of breath from his last round of torture from Hunter.

Coulson sat down across from him, "You're lucky I don't let Director Carter in here to kill you. You're getting the V.I.P treatment at the moment."

Grant scoffed, "Lucky me."

"You are lucky. You killed Peggy Carter's best gal pal from the 40's. That alone would be a good enough reason to put a bullet straight into your head."

"But you're not going to." He smirked,

Coulson shrugged, "You've caused a lot of pain Grant. The list of people wanting to come in and get their last punch in is long. You've tortured us. You've killed us. And you've betrayed us." He stood up and unbuttoned his suit, "You're already dead."

The grass was still damp from the cold late March morning. Steve walked a few paces behind Peggy looking through the headstones of U.S Agents and soldiers. Before Angie was killed she was registered under a SHIELD Agent, granting her clearance to be buried at the National Cemetery in Arlington, just outside of DC. It was a quiet spot, removed from the main roads tourists used. They put her in the ground almost two months ago, and she'd been back every week since then, twice the week Ward was killed being transported to a high security prison. The story was that Ward got ahold of a weapon and Coulson had no choice but to disarm him. She knew better. Steve held back looking around at the other names, giving Peggy some alone time.

Peggy exchanged the flowers that were starting to wilt and shrivel, "Here we go darling." She brushed some debris that had collected on top of the cold stone off onto the grass. "Good as new." It didn't hurt so much anymore. People stopped walking around her like they were on pins and needles around the time Peggy stopped punching people out of nowhere for saying something that set her off. "A lot has happened in the past few weeks.. I need to tell you a small secret. Well… it won't be small for long." She looked over and saw Steve a ways away heading towards the Howling Commando monument, where the rest of their friends were buried. "I'm pregnant." Peggy laughed and put a hand to her cheek that was bright red from the cold, "I've certainly gotten myself into trouble haven't I, five months before the wedding… good thing this didn't happen 60 years ago, or it would be a disaster." She put a hand on the headstone, "I'm telling you before Steve… You would have been a great godmother I'm sure of it... I'm going to tell him on my birthday I think. It's only about a week away. I miss you, but I'm grateful I had the time with you that I did. Even a small moment with Angie Martinelli is worth the pain and grief that comes when you leave." Peggy took a few steps back, "Goodbye Darling."

Author Note: I know... I know this is sad. But things will be happier. I hope the sadness doesn't make people stop reading this story because I've saved some of the happiest stuff for last ;)

Also, if you're looking for some happy times. I have a second story starting that's Christmas Avengers style since I felt like adding a Christmas chapter right now would throw off the momentum.

I'm sorry about any tears I have caused.