Agent Carter and I ( basic version)

Chapter 1: new york

Today is Monday the 7th February 1946, My unit and I were re located and scattered across the globe, my station being New York.

Today is my first day, I'm nervous however I've done it before, just over 4000 miles away, and during the war where everyone desperately needed help, which now isn't the case. I've done a lot of research on the New York base and I'm extremely fond of the infamous Agent Margret Elizabeth Carter( Peggy Carter) , A British Air Force officer during the war and the women who trained Captain Steve Rodgers( captain America) , and after the war finished she joined the Scientific strategic reserve, Known as the SSR.

New York is said to be one of the best places to visit in the world, and now by some miracleI live here.
Every time I take a step outside, the buildings tower over me like I'm a little fish in the most beautiful pond, despite all of the commotion and the thousands of people walking the same streets everyday, builders restoring buildings lost during the war, it truly is a magical place.

At around 5am I left my apartment  to grab a quick coffee and some breakfast at the diner at the half way point between my apartment and the SSR, I met this lovely girl called Angie who  served me and we started to talk for a while, she told me how she wanted to per-sue acting and she was absolutely brilliant at it, she was nervous at first but I convinced her to  perform a monologue and it was to die for. However she started to ask me questions as to why I am here, and my place of work , so I had to say the phone company of course, and she mentioned how her friend "Peg" also worked there.
Of course I knew she was talking about Agent Carter but I had to play along, so I asked her about this Peggy lady and she told me all of her favourite things which thrilled me, so I knew, if I ever needed to, I know what she likes, and what she hates.

After that I went straight to work, no dawdling, no city gazing, just straight to business. The Building was extremely large, facing many of the same size, the front of the building paralleled to the main road, it same architectural planning as all the others buildings , in all directions, buildings surrounding me, as I walked in tons of people dressed smart in suits and long ties dangling past there chest , hair perfectly combed back and jelled, the majority being men. However as I travel on the lift to the 20th floor there is a large desk and multiple women in a row with pretty patterned dresses on the phones, I notice little hand guns hidden under there desks, one of them saw me and since they didn't recognise me out there hand towards the gun.

As I stepped out of the lift they all stopped there work and turned around glaring at me, one of them insisted on me showing them identification so I did and they welcomed and allowed me in.
"Hi, my names rose, sorry, I had to make sure you weren't a threat, like your brother, ha"  rose said passive aggressively, and I walked off. I start to walk through the entrance to my floor and the building is massive, corridors going on as if for miles, next to me in the science lab where they are experimenting on unidentified, possibly catastrophic and dangerous items.

I walk down the corridor and take a sharp left as the lady at the phones said and directly in front of me there were desks laid out, about ten on one  side and 10 the other, a conference room to the left and the chiefs office to the right, a large glass room with curtains accessible incase of privacy, a window peering in to one of the apartments opposite. There were multiple men wearing black and blue fitted suits with flexible shoes in case of a mission on foot, crowded, drinking coffee, sitting on desks, until the chief walks in. Every stood up and I stood there blankly  waiting for someone to come over. I stood in a white blouse, the tip of my hair sweeping across my shoulder and a black skirt, just passed my knees.

Unlike before no one noticed me, no one turned other than a singular  tall man, dirty blonde hair cut short and gelled back, and an extremely tight suit with black suspenders holding his trousers up. Before he even questioned who I was he asked me for the lunch orders.

" hey you, latte, black, no sugar, burger, no mayo, no lettuce" he said my face stunned as to what just happened
" is there a problem?, I sure hope not" he followed on with finally the " who are you anyway"

I replied sternly with
"if anything you should be taking orders from me, not vice versa, Lena,  Agent Yelena stark"

"I- uh- sorry Stark, I didn't recognise you from the files, I'll just get marg to do them instead, let me show you to chief Dooley, I'm jack Thompson" He said uneasily.
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" ah another troublesome stark, you do realise we are trying to catch your brother for selling unidentified and dangerous weapons illegally to enemy countries right" Dooley questioned concerned

" oh, I'm we aware of my brothers mistakes, why do you think I'm here, to catch him, of course" I state with courage.

I need to find my brother and bring him justice from all of the distress he's put online lives, America's life.

i walked out of his office and so does he. " gentlemen, and ladies, I need to my talk to you about stark" he said

Everyone barged and pushes into the little conference area to the left of the room. I stood up as well as a few other ages whilst the rest sat down, putting there coffees on tiny coasters scattered about the desk.

Agent Thompson walked over the the wall and pulled down a large sheet of specially crafted material for a projector to glow on it. The screen widened and the picture became more visible. It was a court room with, no one but my brother sitting there. Legs spread out, leaning back, not looking at the judge, but around the room, cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He was asked a few questions about his weapons and creations and was called a fugitive of justice. As soon as the screen faded black and started to roll itself back up, everyone looked towards me. As if I had just committed a crime.

Chief Dooley gave us the all clear to go and that that'd all he wanted to show us and everyone left. A few snarky comments were made about me and Peggy, agent Sousa was about to go after them, until I stopped him, gently tugging him back like I'd known him for years. The day was ending and everyone was still weary of me, one being I'm a woman and two, my lovely brother.

I turn around and catch Agent carter in the glimpse of my eye, she is truly more magnificent than the files, her beautiful silky brown hair sweeping past her neck, her heels clonking at every footstep, her voice, angelic.

I sit by my desk, organising everything, putting each file and document safely away in the cabinets under my desk, pencils, pens any form on stationary neatly present on the surface and a small gun hooked beside the cabinets out of sight in case of emergency. Multiple of the men have nothing but pictures of there children and wives, some girlfriends as well as wife, sat upon there desk, I have no one, my dad died when I was 8, i barely remember him, and mum, I don't know, last time I heard she was in Rome having the time of her life with her New husband, not even to mention my fugitive brother. I have no one I would place upon a desk for me too watch everyday, who is not already in this room.

The day had passed, I filed some documents into the basement for safe keeping and then headed home, yet, just as I left I noticed agent carter jumping in a familiar car, I wouldn't have thought about it but it was my brothers car, and his Butler sat in the drivers position, the sped away before anyone else could see them, but I had to know what was up.