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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It's been nearly 20 years since I found Tony Stark, Peggy got diagnosed with Alzheimer's a few years back. It's been hard seeing her lose her memories slowly, it was hard for me and I chose to do it so I can only imagine how awful this is for her. Yet she remains positive, she doesn't see me as Viktoriya Solovyova anymore, she thinks I'm still Victoria Somerfield but I don't have the heart to tell her I'm not. She's comfortable, retelling war stories as if they happened yesterday. Tony and I grew close over the years too, he's struggled. There was the whole black market weaponry thing, the alcohol, the women. I think we're through the worst of it now though, or at least I hope we are.
I remember when I went to visit his lab at Stark Towers once. I walk across the linoleum floor, my stilettos click with each step. I took a step a back from S.H.I.E.L.D missions when Peggy got diagnosed, since then I've been in charge of negotiations with foreign countries, meaning I have to look 'business casual' all the time. I roll my eyes at the stupid dress code and continue on to the doors of the lab. "Hey Starko, you here?" I shout but my voice simply echoes back. My eyebrows furry because he's always here working on his suits. I walk over to a prototype and reach out to feel the metal. "Don't touch that!" Tony yells, I spin around and smirk. Edging my hand closer and closer, "No." Tony raises his eyebrows in warning. I poke the suit. "Ugh, what is it about don't touch that you don't understand?" Tony mutters exasperatedly. "What's gonna happen now?" I ask gleefully. "Catastrophic events you don't want on your conscience." Tony says sarcastically. "Ha ha." I say. "Kidding, I'm gonna have to clean it." He sighs.
I laugh at the memory as I turn the shower off. I walk through to my bedroom and get dressed for the day, throwing on a white jumpsuit with black 4.5 inch heels. I complete my look with a red lip and go on the hunt for my bag. I lock my apartment door, triple checking that the door isn't openable, you might think it's weird but I'm paranoid okay. I slide into the front seat of my car and press play on my Queen playlist. I navigate the roads to the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters as I belt out the words to Spread Your Wings. I walk through the glass doors after scanning my eye and am stopped at the front desk, "Ma'am." I smile, and saunter over to the young woman working at the desk. "Morning." I say with a wink. She blushes, "Ma'am, Director Fury would like to see you." I straighten up, "Where is he?" I ask. "In his office ma'am." I sigh and smile, "Thank you." I mutter before sauntering away.
I knock on the door of Fury's office, "Come in." He says. I slip through the door, "You wanted to see me Nick?" I prompt. "Oh yeah, I have a package from the Arctic that I think you want to see." I laugh, "The Arctic? As in the ocean?" I ask confused. "Uh huh." Nick nods, as if this was normal news. "You get gifted a Beluga whale or something?" I joke. Nick looks up at me for the first time since I walked in, "What?" He asks shaking his head. "Beluga whales are indigenous to the Arctic ocean, along with zooplankton, and narwhals." I ramble. Nick clears his throat, "Sorry Nick, I read a lot." I shrug. "Mhm, there's very little you don't know isn't there Miss Solovyova?" Nick sighs. "Okay, cool it sassy." I roll my eyes, "Are we going or not?" I ask. Nick pushes back from his desk, strides towards the door, and motions for me to go.
"I'm gonna warn you now Vik, this is gonna be a shock for you." Nick explains as he leads me through the compound. "What? You got a dead body or something because I've seen plenty of those." I say sarcastically. I get no response except for a mumbled, "Something like that." Two guards are stationed outside of a room that I know to be empty, they nod at us as Nick opens the door. "Nick, what's going on?" I ask. "Sit down Vik, something was found in the Arctic Ocean that's without a doubt of interest to you and I, especially you." Nick begins to explain. As I take a seat I motion for him to continue. "We found a body, a frozen one. We, uh, defrosted it I guess and now we're waiting for him to wake up." My mouth opens and closes like a fish for about a minute before I say, "Sorry, you defrosted a PERSON?" I ask incredulously. Nick nods. "Who?" I question. "Steve Rogers." My jaw drops, I'm speechless for a few minutes. I run my hands through my hair before saying, "What?"
Nick leans back in his seat and clasps his hands in front of him, "Our research team found him frozen in the ocean after they found the ship and his shield. They sent him here to New York and we're waking him up." I let out a long breath, "You mean to tell me.." I pause as a lump forms in my throat, "that my best friend is lying unconscious in there?" I finish, pointing to the monitor showing a '40s hospital room set up. "Yes." Nick replies. "Okay." I nod slowly, registering the information. Tears fill my eyes but I blink them away as voices stream from the speakers. "Curve ball, high and outside for ball one. So the Dodgers are tied, 4-4. And the crowd well knows that with one swing of his bat, this fellow's capable of making it a brand-new game again. Just an absolutely gorgeous day here at Ebbets Field." My eyebrows furrow, the names all sound familiar to me. "Nick" I whisper but he doesn't hear me. A woman walks into the room, dressed like an agent from the SSR.
"Good morning." She checks her watch, "or should I say afternoon?" She jokes. I see Steve's body clad in an all-too-small t-shirt hunched over, sitting on the side of the bed. "Where am I?" He asks and I sigh at his voice. "You're in a recovery room in New York City." She explains. I focus in on the TV as its sound fills the room again, "The Dodgers take the lead, 8-4. Oh, Dodgers! Everyone is on their feet. What a game we have here today, folks. What a game indeed." Realisation hits me as I elbow Nick, "He was at the game Nick." I whisper. Nick smirks, "We know." They're testing him, I think, typical. "If I have to run in these heels today I'm going to hurt you." I threaten.
