𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 in Agent Carter

trust issues

THE THREE spent the next four hours going from door to door, asking many women if they had seen Howard at all recently. Their answers were all the same; they started off with various insults towards Howard, then said they hadn't seen him, and ended with some form of pain to Mr. Jarvis. He was smacked, slapped in the face, and kicked. Although they would never admit it, it was quite entertaining to Violet and Peggy.

They had gotten a list from a jeweler of all of the women's names that Stark had bought a bracelet for. Because apparently that's what he did for all of them he... entertained. For every woman they visited, they covertly checked their wrists for marks from the handcuffs on the bed, the disturbing tradition the agents from Russia were forced to do. It was most likely a habit that was hard for them to break. That's all they were looking for. Once they found the marks, they knew it would have to be her.

After having no luck for most of the day, they headed to the next woman they would pay a visit to— Ida Emke. When they arrived at her apartment, however, she never answered her door. Jarvis suggested leaving, but Peggy instead decided to try the door. To their surprise, it was unlocked. Peggy and Violet carefully entered, instructing Jarvis to keep an eye out in the hallway.

Once they got inside, they noticed a pile of mail on the floor. This "Ida" hadn't been in her apartment for a long time. The only furniture left in the room was a small dresser— which had no contents inside of it— and a bed. Upon further inspection, there were indeed marks on the bedpost. She was definitely their assassin.

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Violet clears her throat, alerting Mr. Jarvis to her presence, and he nods back at her. They were back at the Automat, browsing the sandwich section after their long day.

"Any luck?" Peggy asked the two, approaching them with a tray in her hands. They had tried to find any information on Ida Emke and where she could have gone.

"Miss Emke paid on time, always in cash, and left no forwarding address. I hope you were more successful," Jarvis sighs.

"Unfortunately, no," Peggy says, grabbing a sandwich.

"It seems like she was the perfect New York neighbor," Violet says disappointedly. "Half the people I talked to didn't even know the apartment was rented."

"So... what next?" Jarvis asks the agents.

Peggy and Violet stopped and looked around the Automat. It was noticeably quieter than when they had entered. Only a few customers were left, all men in suits. They blocked the entrance and were scattered around the room.

Peggy and Violet shared a knowing glance.

"Procedure 791," Violet whispered calmly.

Peggy glanced towards the men guarding the door. "Isolate the suspect and remove civilians from harm before attempting arrest."

"I'm sorry, what's happening?" Jarvis said, not following.

"The man at the counter. Agent Messner from Washington D.C.," Violet nods his way.

"The man behind me is Agent Reese," Peggy tells him.

Mr. Jarvis stands up straighter, becoming aware of what was going on. "SSR agents?"

"I need you to find a way to block the front door so that no one else can come in," Peggy instructs him. "Violet and I will do the rest," she nods towards her.

Turning around, they are met face-to-face with Agent Reese.

Peggy smiles brightly at him. "Ten cents for a cup of coffee, if you can believe it."