Viktoriya Solovyova, aka Agent 1, was trained in the Red Room. She managed to escape and move to America and has since been working closely with Peggy Carter. When she meets a scientist with revolutionary ideas, how will she cope with the changes?
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I wake up with a needle in my arm and a bright light blinding me. I realise that the SSR have set up a makeshift hospital in Hydra's med-bay for the injured soldiers. Annoyed that Peggy didn't tell them I heal I rip out the IV and find my clothes. "Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to lie back down." A nurse says to me. "Look no offence 'ma'am' but my best friend is currently waiting for the man she loves to save the world so this," I say pulling up my t-shirt to show the scar, "is the least of my worries." She looks at me in shock, "How has it scarred already?" She asks. "It's complicated." I say as I race back to the Hydra control tower.
I burst through the door, "Peggy!" I yell, pulling her into a hug. "Anything yet?" She shakes her head. I sigh, "I should've told him about the cube Peggy, what if something happens? He needs to know that we need that cube." I rant, exasperated at my incompetence. All of a sudden a crackly voice comes through the receiver, "Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?" Peggy and I rush to the console as Jim begins to speak, "Captain Rogers, what is you-" Peggy cuts him off, "Steve, is that you? Are you alright?" The relief is evident in Steve's voice as he responds, "Peggy! Schmidt's dead!" Peggy smiles wide and my eyes widen in disbelief, "Holy shit." I murmur to myself. "What about the plane?" Peggy asks. "Uh, that's a little tougher to explain." Steve's tone wavers as my jaw clenches. He's gonna be okay, I tell myself, He's coming back. "Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site." Peggy frantically asks, looking at the radar.
"There's not going to be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down." Steve replies. I feel the heat blooming underneath my skin as my heart drops. "I'll get Howard on the line," Peggy suggests, "He'll know what to do." I close my eyes as Steve's voice booms through the room, "There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water." The lights in the room flicker and Steve's voice breaks up a little as I struggle to control my emotions. "Don't you dare say goodbye Steven Grant Rogers. Please, I can't lose you too." I cry into the console. "I'm never leaving you Vik you know that. The tags, mine and Buck's, they're in my bag." I slide to the floor as it hits me, Steve was always willing to die for this. To prove himself.
The tears come uncontrollably as Peggy begs Steve not to do this. "Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice." There's a beat of silence before Steve speaks again, "Peggy?" Peggy takes a deep breath, "I'm here." Her voice breaking. "I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance." Tears fill Peggy's eyes as she tells him, "Alright. A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club." My tears burn my cheeks as my hand starts to melt through the metal of the console. "You got it." Steve confirms, although it's clear in his voice he knows he won't make it. "Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?" Peggy smiles as she talks. Steve chuckles softly, "You know, I still don't know how to dance." I take deep shuddering breaths as Phillips kneels by my side. "I'll show you how. Just be there." Peggy says softly, love and adoration floating through her voice. "We'll have the band play somethin' slow. I'd hate to step on your-" The line cuts out and static fills the room. Peggy cries as she desperately asks, "Steve? Steve? Steve?" The silence hits like a ton of bricks. He's gone. I let out a devastating sob and push Phillips away from me. I destroy the console, screaming. The pain in my body emanates through the scream, smashing the windows with the force of a small sonic boom.
I cry and cry until my throat is raw and my eyes sting to keep open.
We sit in a bar with the Howling Commandos, well what's left of them. I nurse my drink as everyone celebrates our victory over Nazi-Germany but I can't. I lost my boys. Falsworth speaks, "To the Captain." I finish my drink with tears in my eyes and leave the bar. The sounds of victory do nothing to make me feel better.
