New Years Series

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible?" She says, her voice faint in disbelief. The man before her familiar, and yet estranged. Lost and changed beyond her knowledge. 

"You know this guy?" The man sitting down chuckles, his memory getting more coherent by the day. Although his sister was one of the first and strongest to stay in his mind. Giving him the will and strength to fight to survive. 

Carter doesn't answer her old supervisor, instead a single tear slips down her cheek, shocking everyone in the room. Everyone except the man in question. He too release a tear, happy to finally see his sister after all these years apart. 

"Hey bitsy-bob ." He says softly, her heart pounding in her chest. Peggy inhales a deep breath before wiping away the salty water on her face, and quickly leaving the room. Her beau notices everything from the other side of the glass and tries to catch up to her. 

"Peg? Peggy." 

She finally stops, her breathing uneven. Sousa takes his free hand and slips it under her chin, trying to peer into her gaze. Peggy hesitates but looks up, fighting the sniffles and tears. He sighs and drops his hand, taking her into his office for more privacy. She sits on the opposite of the desk, but instead of Daniel sitting across from her he sits beside her, clasping his hand in hers. All is quiet, leaving Daniel bursting with questions. For some time she doesn't say anything, she simply stares at the ground and holds Daniel's hand. He squeezes lightly before scooting closer to her and asking if she was okay. Peggy hardly ever cried in front of anyone, even him, so seeing her in this state, at work, worries him. This man must have had an impact in some way to have this affect on her. 

"He... he's a  ghost." Before Daniel can reply, his office door opens and a voice from behind them rings through. 

"He's an assassin, Marge. Not a damn ghost."

"He's my brother, Thompson! Someone who died a long time ago."

At her outburst both Jack and Daniel stiffen and pale. They can't believe what they've heard. How can a dead man walk, attempt to kill Thompson, and be caught? How can a dead man be sitting in the interrogation room?

For over a year the SSR- more importantly Agent Carters team- had been investigating and hunting down the man that gunned down chief Thompson and stole the redacted file Vernon masters had requested. A coo to discredit Peggy, and yet the file was  real and not faked. However it was used as a stage to ruin her, and yet it vanished with the assassin. The man now identified as Micheal Carter.

"Peg, are you sure?" She chuckles, yet not amused.

"I'm positive. That person... that assassin... is my bother Micheal. He died in battle- 1940- long before I even enlisted or began training for the military. He- Micheal is the reason I joined in the first place. I-I tried to decline but..."

"His death was motivation for you to be you." Peggy looks up at Daniel, his eyes full of understanding. 

"That's impossible." Thompson states. Interrupting the revere of Carter's mind. "Dead don't walk, let alone speak and shoot. I need answers. Hell we all do. SO I say we go in there and get them."

"No!" Peggy turns quickly around to face him, knowing full well what Thompson will do if Micheal doesn't talk. "You will do no such thing, Jack. You're far to close to this. I suggest Daniel and-"

"You say that as if you're not! If that guy really is your brother, then you're closer to this than me."

"Alright enough." Daniel speaks up. "How about this. Peg, you and Jack both stay behind in the observation room and listen to what he has to say. I can go in and ask whatever question you two want asked, but neither of you enter the room. You're both too close to this in different ways  and we don't need this going sideways."