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Parentage 2
Olivia didn’t answer right away, so shocked from her son’s question.
Noah asked again, “What does adopted mean? Does it really mean that I’m not a real kid?”
“Of course you’re real, honey” Olivia sighed from the front seat, her eyes trained on the New York traffic ahead of her.
“Then what’s it mean?”
“Adopted – “ she began, “adopted means – ok – do you remember when you wanted a puppy for Christmas?”
“Sure” he grinned, “you said I wasn’t big enough yet”
“Right” Olivia smiled, “and that’s a conversation for another time. But I said that when you’re older, we can go to the ASPCA and pick out a puppy”
“Uh huh”
“And I showed you the video online, the one where the family visited the kennel and found a dog for themselves?”
“Yeah” he nodded.  The car was quiet for awhile. Olivia f
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Girls are Lucky 1
November 8, 2002
"I had lots of dolls but never ones as nice as yours” Olivia Benson tried earnestly to quell Terry Jessup by befriending him, at George Huang's advice.
September 24, 2018
Six year old Noah Benson bashed his metal cars together on the coffee table while his adoptive mother, Olivia, did her best to read on her tablet.
“Vroom!” Noah rammed the cars together again.
“Noah, could play with something else, or maybe play quietly”
“Ok” Noah held one car up in the air and “flew” it in a wide arc.
The doorbell rang, and Olivia looked up, “Noah, did you invite anyone over?”
“Nope” Noah didn't look up from his cars
Olivia answered the door and was pleased to see her colleague and friend behind it.
“Fin” she welcomed him inside the apartment, “What brings you by?” she glanced over to Noah to make sure he wasn't paying attention, “Work?”
“No, not this time” he
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Agent Carter: Peggy Poppins 8
here was no time to waste skirting around the issue. Perhaps instead of running away from Alex, Peggy would have to confront him head on. She couldn't very well do that with the children, Tony and Tasha, alongside her, but they might be able to sway their father.
Peggy bundled the twins into a bus.
“What happens when someone makes a mistake?” Peggy looked to the children, now sitting next to her.
“When we get in trouble at school, Teacher makes us stand in the corner” Tasha explained, her now short hair bouncing around her face.
“At home, Father beats us” Tony was candid.
“Oh” Peggy nodded solemnly as she planned her next move, “I see”
Soon, the bus stopped near the house. The three disembarked and Peggy made her way into the foyer first, the children trailing behind her.
From upstairs, she heard Delores, “Children, is that you?”
“Oh Mother!” Tasha jumped forward. Peggy caught her wrist in one hand and
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Agent Carter: Peggy Poppins 7
Peggy knew she didn't have much time to come up with an action plan. If Alex tired of waiting, he might come for the children now. She needed a way to get them to a safe place. Going home was out of the question, and there was only so much that the Howling Commandos could do on their own.
Suddenly, she remembered the children's story that she'd read to Tony and Tasha on the first night. “Five on a Treasure Island” she thought, “had a girl named Georgina who wished herself to be called George, and had her hair cut short”
Peggy glanced at Tony and Tasha, now drinking milk and eating biscuits with Madeline and her mother.
“I have a terrible idea” she smiled.
Before Madeline and her mother had left the bar, Peggy sat with the two children. She inspected their clothes, knitted jumpers and hard wearing heavy trousers with sensible leather shoes. Rather unisex, at the least, certainly boyish. “This will do just fine” she reasoned.
She took a pai
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Agent Carter: Peggy Poppins 6
The taxi stopped outside a pub. “This is our stop” Peggy smiled. Everyone clambered out. Delores looked up at the building,
“This really isn't the best place for children”
“That may be” Peggy agreed, “but I'm sure they'll be fine. You'll like Dugan and the rest”
Peggy had no sooner entered the building when a cheer rose from the far end of the room. Dum Dum Dugan stood and raised his full mug.
“Miss Union Jack!” he cheered
“I've asked you never to speak of that” Peggy's voice was firm, but she smiled nonetheless.
“Right-O” he nodded. The group parted and made room for the four newcomers.
“We've got a bit of a sticky wicket here” Peggy continued, not letting Dugan stop to ask what she referred to, “There's been a Hydra plant at the Home Office, and it's our job to flush him out”
“Has father been bad?” Tasha asked tentatively
“No, sweetheart” Delores bent do
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The Victim in the Special Unit - 6
Jeffersonian
“So” Lilies Parker sat across from Booth in the interrogation room
“Indeed” Sweets entered the room, “My name is Dr. Lance Sweets, and I thought we could chat”
“Chat this” she made a rude gesture with her hand
“How droll” Sweets mused aloud, “Agent Booth,” he turned his attention to Seeley, “can you give me a few minutes alone”
“Sure” Booth grunted and stood
“So, tell me about your sister” Sweets smiled at her
“Louise? She was a pain” Lilies frowned
“Oh, how so?” Sweets cocked his head to the side
“Like you care. I know what you do” she fumed at him, “I know my rights. I don’t have to tell you anything”
“True. True. You don’t seem to be sad that your sister had died. Did you get along?”
“Are you deaf? I just told you that she was a pain. If she died, then it must’ve been her own dumb
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Agent Carter: Iron Daniel 2- 4
Desk duty for a month couldn't be worse for Daniel Sousa. He stared at the paperwork in front of him without actually reading it.
“This is ludicrous” he frowned. It had been a couple of weeks already, and by now, the office themed cabin fever had begun to set in.
Daniel's thoughts went back to the past few weeks and how he'd spent them. Normally caring and loving with one another, Daniel and Peggy had in effect stopped speaking, other than the barest minimum when needed. Their children, Michael and Angela Harper, had either not noticed, or at least in the case of young Michael, had chosen to ignore the apparent rift between their parents. Daniel headed into Shield early, while Peggy took care of preparing things for Ana Jarvis' arrival for babysitting and childcare duties. While Daniel arrived home at a reasonable hour, Peggy stayed late and covered paperwork and other official duties. In effect, the two rarely spoke, and if they did, it was only perfunctory.
Daniel knew th
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Agent Carter: Iron Daniel 2- 3
Daniel strode into the briefing room like he was the husband of the woman who owned the place. Truthfully, he was, but his current demeanor left everyone gawking. It was common knowledge that he was Director Carter's husband, but it was just as widely known that he had a disability by injury from the war. Seeing Daniel walk easily into the room left the other agents momentarily distracted.
“Gentlemen, please” Peggy brought their attention back to the board behind her, “The Hydra soldiers are here” she pointed at a mark on the map, “and we'll have to take them out here” she pointed to another mark, using a pointer. She stared at the agents, “Thompson, I need you and your group positioned here” she struck the map again.
“Yes ma'am” Thompson replied. A near death experience had changed the man, not overnight, but it certainly felt like it.
“Daniel” Peggy took a moment from rallying her troops, “What in the blood
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Agent Carter: Iron Daniel 2- 2
Howard fitted Daniel with the braces. His prosthetic limb was placed into the left boot and the metal shafts were bolted to the wooden lower limb.
“What do you call this thing?”
“Let's call it a term I borrowed from the English anatomist Richard Owen” Howard explained, “an exoskeleton”
Daniel yanked his pants on over the slightly cumbersome device. The wired belt and controls sat just above his waistband.
“This turns it on” Howard showed him and touched the panel at Daniel's stomach. The legs jerked and moved robotically forward, making Daniel walk like Frankenstein's monster.
“This-- isn't – what I – hoped-- for--” Daniel spoke hesitantly as the legs jerked around as he walked.
“Hang on” Howard grabbed Daniel by the waist and played with the controls. Soon, Daniel was much more adept on his feet. He walked back and forth across the room, twirled into turns, and even took Howard on an impromptu dance ac
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Agent Carter: Iron Daniel 2- 1
1951
“Come on, darling, come to Daddy” Daniel Sousa sat on the armchair while 13 month Angela Harper Sousa stood on shaky legs. The toddler took an uneasy step forward, smiled and then tumbled to the floor.
“Ok, there we go” Daniel leaned over and picked up his daughter. The baby gurgled and smiled, “Da” she shouted. The baby wasn't speaking Russian; but just was calling her father.
Michael Sousa, two and a half, laughed, “Daddy, she walks like you do”
Daniel glanced over to his older son and sighed. The boy spoke the truth.
“Michael” Peggy Carter frowned, “That's not very nice”
“I'm sorry, Mummy” he glanced down at his sneakers.
“Come on, to bed with you” she held his hand, and took her daughter from her husband.
“No” whined young Michael
“Not tonight” Peggy was firm, “Come along, give Daddy a kiss and then we'll tuck you in”
The preschooler hugged his fa
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Lost and Found 12
“Well?” Olivia repeated, “I needed you to be there for me. I thought we were partners, for better or for worse?”
“We were” was all Elliot could reply
“And now?” she implored, “I’m not asking your for marriage, damn it. I’m just – how could you be so dense to think that I didn’t need you, especially then?”
“Olivia” Kathleen began, “it’s not totally his fault. There really was a lot going on”
Olivia wheeled around on her heels and stared at the once young girl, now so grown up. She stared at Kathleen, not with accusatory scowls, but with eyes pleading for understanding.
“Kathleen went on, “Mum was really angry, at Dad, but only him. She hadn’t worked in—I guess ever really since Maureen was born, and now she didn’t want to get lumped with a job. Eli was sick a lot then, and I guess it was just too much” she finished, “for all of us
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Lost and Found 11
“CPS wants to move Noah to a foster home, with another family because they think my work endangers his life” she sighed, unable to relay much else.
Elliot stared hard at the open door, “That bastard, Langan, I'll kill-”
“No” Olivia stopped him fast, “He's doing his job-- I just never thought that- it would happen like this” her  speech came out haltingly, as she grasped for thoughts. “I need to call a lawyer” she picked up her cell phone.
Elliot nodded his acknowledgment and sat down as she spoke on the phone.
“Barba” Olivia began, “CPS wants to take Noah away and put him in a foster home--” she explained her predicament. Once she was finished, she waited eagerly for his reply.
“I can't take the case” he sighed.
“Why not? We need someone who knows this inside and out, who knows the kind of mother I am and who knows Noah, and can vouch that I take good care of him”
“Tha
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Agent Carter: The Better Man: The RIght Partner 11
The medical team arrived quickly and took Roger Dooley’s body away.
“How did you know?” Thompson scratched his head and gawked at Peggy.
“To be quite honest, I didn’t” she was candid, “but something that you mentioned made me think of just that, how much I’d missed during my investigation. Part of being a detective is looking at all the clues, however scattered they might be”
Daniel stared at her in amazement, “but you knew how to piece things together, things that most agents would’ve ignored. Things most agents did ignore!”
Peggy blushed. She turned to hide her face. It was then, while looking at the aftermath, after the security team had taken Johann Fennhoff to prison, that Peggy noticed the spherical device, which she’d thrown at Fennhoff to disarm him, had now cracked open. Rather, it had opened up via a button having being pressed on the device. Inside, lay a single test tube, It didn’t take a ge
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Agent Carter: The Better Man: The RIght Partner 10
“Watch her” Thompson instructed Sousa, “I’ve got an – appointment” he left the room abruptly after looking at his wristwatch.
Steve stood up as well; “I’m sorry” he looked at Peggy. He sounded sincere.
“I’m sure” she looked at Steve with pure loathing. Then again, when she looked back at Daniel, she threw daggers at him with her eyes, as well.
Once the two men had gone, Daniel sighed, “I don’t know what to think anymore”
“How about you bury this dichotomous complex you have about women—or is it simply about me?” she eyed him knowingly.
Daniel flustered and blushed
“You’re a horrid actor” she smiled genuinely, “and I know you don’t really want to do this”
“You know less about me than you think” he was gruff
“I took notes last week when you interviewed the destitute witness” she began, “you know, you’re not the
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Agent Carter: The Better Man: The RIght Partner 9
“Agent Flynn here has noted that you seem preoccupied with both Project Rebirth as well as your friend Howard Stark” Chief Dooley explained
“Sir, if I may-” Peggy began
“You may not” Dooley cut her off, “Agent Flynn has informed me that there's some talk of double agents in my midst” his face looked hard, “I will not be taken advantage of by Captain America's girlfriend”
Peggy glared at her commanding officer, but squelched it. She knew exactly where she'd heard the phrase before, and it hadn't come from Chief Dooley. “It came from that lecherous toad standing next to him” she eyed John Flynn with disgust.
“Sir” she began again, speaking to Dooley, “With all due respect, you can't really think that I'm involved with Howard Stark in keeping something from you and the SSR”
“I don't know what to think, frankly” Dooley was candid, “There's rumors going around about double agent
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Agent Carter: The Better Man: The RIght Partner 8
Daniel and Peggy made their way back to SSR headquarters at the phone company facade, while Steve headed back to the USO offices. On the way back in the cab, Peggy sitting between Steve and Daniel, they looked at each other with a palpable uneasiness. Nobody spoke. By the time they'd dropped Steve off, and were the only ones left in the backseat, they could barely look at each other.
“It's – troubling” Peggy finally spoke, not looking at Daniel.
“Yeah” he agreed, glancing furtively at her momentarily.
Inside, Peggy was awash with questions. The concept of a double agent was nothing new, and had been part of her SOE training as well as later training in the SSR. A myriad of questions loomed in her head, among them were some that repeated,
“Did anyone turn up out of nowhere, and get on famously with members  within hours of joining?”
“Did any agent speak of a wife or girlfriend at first, but suddenly leave her from conversations?
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Olivia didn’t answer right away, so shocked from her son’s question.
Noah asked again, “What does adopted mean? Does it really mean that I’m not a real kid?”
“Of course you’re real, honey” Olivia sighed from the front seat, her eyes trained on the New York traffic ahead of her.
“Then what’s it mean?”
“Adopted – “ she began, “adopted means – ok – do you remember when you wanted a puppy for Christmas?”
“Sure” he grinned, “you said I wasn’t big enough yet”
“Right” Olivia smiled, “and that’s a conversation for another time. But I said that when you’re older, we can go to the ASPCA and pick out a puppy”
“Uh huh”
“And I showed you the video online, the one where the family visited the kennel and found a dog for themselves?”
“Yeah” he nodded.  The car was quiet for awhile. Olivia found a parking spot and unbuckled Noah from the backseat. They held hands and walked the rest of the way to her apartment building.
“Did you pick me out of all the other puppies—I mean, babies at the pound?” Noah piped up as they reached the complex.
“Something like that” Olivia laughed
“Was I cute?”
“You were adorable. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you”
“Then how come Anthony said I wasn’t real, like adopted was something bad?”
Olivia thought about that. What could she say?
By that time, they’d reached her apartment. She unlocked the door, let her son in, and then locked it behind them. Noah’s backpack went flying to the couch, and he hopped up on one of the stools next to the kitchen countertop. “I’m hungry”
“How about grilled cheese?” Olivia checked the refrigerator for bread
“Nah” Noah shook his head and grabbed a metal toy car that was on the countertop, “Vroom”
“There’s some peanut butter. Let’s cut up a banana with that”
“Ok” Noah concentrated on his toy, “If I’m adopted. Where did I come from?”
“Let’s get some snacks first” Olivia tried to change the topic
“No” Noah frowned, “I want to know, Mommy”
Olivia turned to him and leaned on the other side of the countertop, so that mother and son faced on another, “Being adopted isn’t a bad thing. It means that your birth parents couldn’t take care of you, so they wanted somebody else to do that”
“You?”
“Yes, me” she nodded
“Where are they now?”
“Your mother was very ill, and she’s up in Heaven now”
“Oh” Noah sighed
“And your – your birth father, too”
“Ok” Noah bit his lip in frustration
“Noah” Olivia took his hand in hers, “Your parents loved you very much” she didn’t dare tell him about everything about his birth parents, let alone how they met, “and they wanted to make sure you were taken care of by someone very special”
“Did they pick you out like how the family picked out the dog in the kennel?”
“Something like that—” Olivia fudged the truth, “a judge helped us out”
“Can I go watch TV with my banana and peanut butter?”
“Sure, just don’t drop it on the floor” she smiled
Noah ran off with his snack, and soon Olivia could hear the sounds of cartoons from the living room. She sighed and leaned back against the kitchen countertop, unsure of what more questions would come when Noah was older, and even less sure of how she’d answer them.
November 8, 2002

"I had lots of dolls but never ones as nice as yours” Olivia Benson tried earnestly to quell Terry Jessup by befriending him, at George Huang's advice.

September 24, 2018

Six year old Noah Benson bashed his metal cars together on the coffee table while his adoptive mother, Olivia, did her best to read on her tablet.
“Vroom!” Noah rammed the cars together again.
“Noah, could play with something else, or maybe play quietly”
“Ok” Noah held one car up in the air and “flew” it in a wide arc.
The doorbell rang, and Olivia looked up, “Noah, did you invite anyone over?”
“Nope” Noah didn't look up from his cars
Olivia answered the door and was pleased to see her colleague and friend behind it.
“Fin” she welcomed him inside the apartment, “What brings you by?” she glanced over to Noah to make sure he wasn't paying attention, “Work?”
“No, not this time” he grinned, “I know somebody's not really into the idea of starting the big grades this year” he smiled at Noah. With that, Fin pulled a small package out of his jacket.
“Fin, you really didn't” Olivia sighed and shook her head side to side.
“Wow, thanks Uncle Fin!” Noah leapt up and snatched the package away from him. Within moments, the wrapping paper was torn asunder, and Noah stared in confusion at the gift.
“Boys don't play with dolls” he wrinkled his nose at the Black Panther toy.
“Hey, I had dolls” Fin laughed
“You did?” Noah looked at him in awe
“Sure, G.I.Joe, Batman--” Fin began
“Batman's an action figure. And he's for boys. Girls don't like him- and anyway, boys don't play with dolls”
Fin chuckled, “I remember a conversation like this”
“Mommy, who's G.I.Joe?”
Olivia wasn't looking at her son, or Fin. Her mind was already lost in another memory,

February 7, 1974

“Happy Birthday, Olivia” her friends shouted with glee. Young Olivia took a deep breath and blew out her candles. All six candles went out with one blow. Her friends clapped and cheered.
One by one, the presents were opened. Modeling clay, crayons, three different coloring books, and a pair of girl's Toughskins jeans. Olivia was thrilled, and thanked her kindergarten friends. But the best gift was a Talking Busy Ken doll. Olivia's friend had downcast eyes when Liv opened the wrapping to reveal a slightly misshapen box that smelled vaguely of mildew. “My Mommy said it was a fire sale” she repeated without understanding.
“Oh, I love him” Olivia beamed. She had other similar toys, including a Malibu Barbie, Barbie's very own Sweet Dreams pajamas, and a dress called The Long View, apparently because as her mother noted, “Nice girls don't wear short dresses. It makes men stare”
When she played, Olivia liked brushing Barbie's long blonde hair and liked dressing Barbie in her clothes. Most of all, Olivia liked having Barbie go on adventures with her.
Now, she could take Barbie and Ken on adventures. Oh, what a wonderful birthday it was!

A few days later, Olivia set Barbie and Ken out to go to the beach. Of course, she'd never really been to the beach herself, but a towel on the floor made a good impromptu “sand” and the light that streamed in from outside her bedroom window was in fact, the sun.
“It's a lovely day” she danced the dolls across the towel-sand. She pulled on Ken's pull string
“Hi, this is Ken” the garbled voice box spoke.
“Oh Ken” Olivia spoke for Barbie, “You say the sweetest things” she repeated dialogue she'd heard on a TV show that her mother, Serena Benson, had seen earlier.
“I know” Olivia went on, speaking for her dolls, “Let's dance!” the little girl turned on the transistor radio that stood on her battered dresser. Suddenly, Abba's “Waterloo” blasted into the room Olivia danced her dolls along the floor and sang along
“Wagadoo, waga-waga-waga-wagadoo” she butchered the lyrics, but had such a wonderful time that the words didn't really matter. She had such a good time that she didn't hear the footsteps outside her bedroom.
“Hey” Serena entered the room with loud footfalls and snapped off the radio brusquly.
Olivia had learned to tell time, and she could see from the cracked clock on her wall that it was almost nine in the morning.
“Oh Mommy” she smiled, “You're awake. I was just playing” she looked back at the clock momentarily, “Can we have breakfast now? I'm hungry”
Serena glanced from her daughter to the toys on the floor.
“Men” she scoffed, “nothing but trouble” she kicked at the Ken doll. It rolled over on the scratched flooring. With that, she left her daughter's bedroom.
Olivia knew it wasn't going to be a good morning after all.
here was no time to waste skirting around the issue. Perhaps instead of running away from Alex, Peggy would have to confront him head on. She couldn't very well do that with the children, Tony and Tasha, alongside her, but they might be able to sway their father.
Peggy bundled the twins into a bus.
“What happens when someone makes a mistake?” Peggy looked to the children, now sitting next to her.
“When we get in trouble at school, Teacher makes us stand in the corner” Tasha explained, her now short hair bouncing around her face.
“At home, Father beats us” Tony was candid.
“Oh” Peggy nodded solemnly as she planned her next move, “I see”
Soon, the bus stopped near the house. The three disembarked and Peggy made her way into the foyer first, the children trailing behind her.
From upstairs, she heard Delores, “Children, is that you?”
“Oh Mother!” Tasha jumped forward. Peggy caught her wrist in one hand and Tony's with the other.
“Wait, please” Peggy implored, “Alex” she called upstairs, “It's Miss Margaret. Why don't you and Delores come downstairs?”
“I'm afraid that's not possible” Alex's voice wafted down the stairs, “she's a bit-- tied up at the moment” there was a laugh.
“Fine” against her better judgment, Peggy made her way up the stairs, with the children in tow.
Soon, they were in the children's bedroom, the secret passage plainly open now. Alex sat on one of the beds, while Delores lay behind him. Peggy could only see her waist and legs.
“Why don't you come here and give me a hug?” Alex beckoned the children.
Tony and Tasha hesitated. They were only eight, but they weren't foolish. “I don't like this” Tony began, “Why is Mother sleeping?”
“She's just tired” Alex smiled, his eyes boring into the twins.
“Please Alex” Peggy cut in, “she isn't part of this. Let her go”
“Oh, is the help giving orders now?”
“Don't do this in front of the children”
“Capital idea!” he stood. The children could now see their mother dazed out of her mind. Her eyes rolled lazily around in the sockets.
“Are you alright?” Tony and Tasha rushed to her side. By now, Alex stood in front of the bookcase passage.
“Why don't you come here and I'll show you something?” Alex waggled a finger towards Peggy
Peggy took a single step forward warily. “Leave the children and Delores alone”
“You have my word” Alex grinned
“I can see that” Peggy glanced at Delores on the bed with the children holding on to her for dear life.
“Tony, Tasha” Peggy gave orders, “Take your mother downstairs”
The twins helped their mother up and led her from the room. Alex didn't seem worried at all.
“You do realize I'll just pick them off after you're dead” he explained
“We'll see about that”
“But since you're so interested in my work, perhaps you'd like to see it for one last time?”
Alex and Peggy were so engrossed in the dramatic conversation playing out that they didn't hear little feet creeping up the stairs again.
Peggy reached back and punched Alex in the face. He fell backwards against the open bookcase. Peggy steadied herself for the reciprocal oncoming punch. Her arms braced in front of her, ready to go, but Alex didn't seem to respond.
“Could he be out cold?” she wondered silently, bending towards him.
In a flash, Alex opened his eyes and grabbed Peggy by her hair. Her head jerked backward in his grasp. She reached out with her hands for something, anything that could help. Her fingers closed around something, but it turned out only to be a cloth doll.
Outside the children's bedroom, Tony and Tasha reached into Peggy's cavernous bag. They pulled out a number of items, including her umbrella, an identification card, her passport, and a pair of electrodes connected to a dialed device. Tony reached in, almost to his armpit, into the large purse, and fished out something small and black.
“I say” he looked astonished, “It's a gun”
“Tony” Tasha glanced into the room, “Miss Margaret is in trouble” she turned back to her brother, “We've got to help her”
“But Father will--” Tony began
“Oh, never mind about a spanking” Tasha frowned, “Look at what happened to Mother” she sighed
Tony passed the firearm to his sister, “I won't do that” he looked frightened.
“Alright” Tasha held the gun and bravely went into the room.
“Miss Margaret” Tasha held out the pistol.
“No, my sweet girl” Alex snatched the pistol from his daughter's hand, and he tossed the weapon aside, out of her reach.  Peggy looked on in dismay.
Tasha glanced around the room. By now, Tony had come inside as well. They stood against one of the twin beds, frightened both of their father, and for their nanny.
“Here” Tony passed his sister a heavy, hardback children's novel, Five on a Treasure Island. Tasha slid it towards the grappling pair.
Peggy looked down for a moment as something touched her foot. She reached down, straining againt's Alex's grip on her. Her hand closed around the novel, and she brought it backward, down on his head with all her strength.
The book made contact with his skull, and the Hydra agent crumpled.
Peggy sighed with relief and breathed in much needed oxygen. She looked at the two children. “What must they think of me now that I've knocked their father unconscious?”
“Miss Margaret” they hugged her tight
“Mother is downstairs” Tony explained
“We could lay her on the couch” Tasha went on
“I see” Peggy nodded. A brainwave came to her, “Children, where's your skipping rope?”
Tony rushed over to the toy chest and pulled it out, and handed it to her. Peggy then used it to deftly tie up Alex against the chair that once stood between the children's two twin beds.  She then instructed the children to go downstairs and while one of them stayed with Delores, the other would go contact one of their neighbors to alert the needed authorities. Peggy herself watched Alex, slumped against the chair, bound with his children's own accessories.

After all the ruckus had died down, and Alex had been incarcerated for his work against both the Home Office and the country at large, Peggy met with Delores and the children before the agent left her homeland.
“Will you be alright?” Peggy was genuinely concerned
“I believe so” Delores looked different now, more confident of herself, and less bound by rigid rules and regulations. “We'd found a house in Sussex where there's farmland, and the children can have some time off. Children do need to play” she smiled
“They do” Peggy agreed. How different things had become now. Her job description had changed so much over these past few days. “And you'll be fine?” she knelt and addressed the children.
“We'll be alright” Tasha nodded. Her hair was growing longer now, the soft edges now curling under her ears.
“We'll miss you an awful lot” Tony sighed.
Peggy hugged them both, “and I'll miss you, too” she stood, and addressed Delores again, “do contact Shield, either in the US, or here, if there's anything you need”
“I shall” Delores hugged Peggy. As they released each other from the light embrace, Peggy asked,
“What will you do?” she meant to earn money
Delores understood, “I'm sure I'll find something. Things are different now. If I could work in the Home Office, even as what it was, then I'm sure I can find meaningful work again”
Peggy smiled and turned to head to hail a taxi and go to the airport.
“Where are you going now?” Delores asked
Peggy turned back, “Now, I go to work”

END
Peggy knew she didn't have much time to come up with an action plan. If Alex tired of waiting, he might come for the children now. She needed a way to get them to a safe place. Going home was out of the question, and there was only so much that the Howling Commandos could do on their own.
Suddenly, she remembered the children's story that she'd read to Tony and Tasha on the first night. “Five on a Treasure Island” she thought, “had a girl named Georgina who wished herself to be called George, and had her hair cut short”
Peggy glanced at Tony and Tasha, now drinking milk and eating biscuits with Madeline and her mother.
“I have a terrible idea” she smiled.
Before Madeline and her mother had left the bar, Peggy sat with the two children. She inspected their clothes, knitted jumpers and hard wearing heavy trousers with sensible leather shoes. Rather unisex, at the least, certainly boyish. “This will do just fine” she reasoned.
She took a pair of scissors from the barkeep and set to work, trimming Tasha's long hair into a style similar to her brother's.
“Why must I cut it off?” frowned the little girl.
“We're playing a game” Peggy improvised, “I want to see how much you two are alike”
“We are twins” Tony laughed
“True” Peggy smiled at the children, “and now you truly look alike” she admired her handiwork for a moment. “What did you pack?” she changed topics, looking at the children's backpacks.
The children emptied small toys, a change of clothes and a book apiece from their rucksacks.
Through all this, Madeline and Evelyn, her mother, looked on, confused.
“We've had a little problem” Peggy grasped for an explanation, “It would be better if we weren't recognized”
“We're on an adventure” Tony piped up, “like the Famous Five” he referenced the children's book they'd read earlier
“A bit like that” Peggy colored, “I'll have ask if I could borrow your jacket, Evelyn”
“My jacket?” she frowned, confused.
“Please, it's quite important” Peggy implored
“Alright” Evelyn handed over her forest green coat, and shrugged herself into Peggy's navy blue coat.
“Children, are we ready?” Peggy turned to her two wards.
“Oh yes” Tasha nodded, now with a short mop of hair like her brother.
“We had a lovely time playing” Tony smiled at Madeline.
“Thank you, really” Peggy shook hands with Evelyn and her daughter, “but we really must go now”
Peggy took the children each by the hand and led them out into the daylight. They'd made it to the bus stop, while the children waved frantically at an oncoming red double-decker, when Peggy saw Alex coming down the pavement.
“Quiet now” she warned the twins.
Alex neared closer.
Closer still.
“I say” he began, “Miss Margeret, I'd like a word with you” he reached out and tapped the shoulder of a dark haired woman wearing a knit cap and a navy blue coat. “Where's Anthony?”
Evelyn Robin turned around, an aghast expression on her face, “I beg your pardon!” she glared at the man.
“Oh – I -uh” he backed away and glanced down. The girl with her was not Natasha in the least. This child clutched three large stuffed animals as she gazed up at him.
“Must we keep playing nap-time?” a growly voice asked from the vicinity of the pair.
“Yes, hush” the child whispered.
Alex staggered away, glancing back now and again, as he passed onlookers in the street, including a brunette woman with her twin boys, or so it appeared to be.
“Very good” Peggy knelt and smiled at the children, “Now we've got to go meet someone else who can help us”
“Mr. Dugan and his friends?” Tasha asked hopefully
“No” Peggy shook her head, “someone who can do more than them”
With that, she headed to the SSR headquarters situated in the very city they were in, London.

Though officially, the headquarters had been dismantled in 1945, after Hydra was presumably destroyed, and Peggy had been instrumental with the capture of Hydra agent Reinhardt two years ago, she knew that the building still stood, and that agents were still active, keeping tabs on various leads.
Peggy and the children took advantage of the crowded London streets as she led them to the facility. She reviewed the facts in her mind. What had started out as a routine undercover operation had become so much more. She had half a mind to verbally lambaste Howard Stark once she'd returned to New York City, “I might even track him down to DC, just to give him what for” she scowled at the thought, “Imagine, using this transition time as a way to send me on some mission where-- where--” she paused her thoughts, but her legs kept walking swiftly. She turned the events around in her mind, “Howard had agents set me on a mission so I wouldn't be behind a desk at Shield” she realized. The SSR was now a subdivision of Howard and Peggy's larger organization, Shield, but Peggy had detested many of the managerial meetings fraught with paper pushing and mundane charts and figures. Howard had been better suited for that, along with his other business ventures. Jack Thompson, among other agents, had made full use of transition, with Thompson for example, easily moving from chief at the SSR to now chief agent with Shield's New York City division. Howard had moved to Washington DC, while Daniel was still in Los Angeles. The move, with Peggy being stationed in New York City, had been disappointing, to say the least, but perhaps with the action and adventure she was now plummeted headlong into, she wouldn't be riding a swivel chair behind a desk.
“Here we are” she pushed  on the doors of the London SSR facility, No doubt, it was part of Shield, even if the –
She stopped. Rather, the doors stopped. In fact, they didn't budge.
Peggy peered through the darkened glass. The place looked deserted, “I suppose it truly has been dismantled” she sighed.
“What do we do now?” Tony looked confused. Tasha agreed solemnly.
“Well--  we” Peggy began. She hesitated. Here she was, back home, yet she felt even more bewildered as to where to take these two children that would possibly be safe and protected. The Home Office was no help as it had clearly been infiltrated by Hydra. It had been a few years since she'd had proper contact with the SSR, now Shield in this part of the world.
She remembered Dum Dum Dugan's oft quoted question to her, “What would Cap say--”, then going on some query meant to show how men should protect women. As always, her reply had been,
“He would say 'Do as Peggy says!'” she'd shouted at him
Peggy smiled. She knew what had to be done
The taxi stopped outside a pub. “This is our stop” Peggy smiled. Everyone clambered out. Delores looked up at the building,
“This really isn't the best place for children”
“That may be” Peggy agreed, “but I'm sure they'll be fine. You'll like Dugan and the rest”
Peggy had no sooner entered the building when a cheer rose from the far end of the room. Dum Dum Dugan stood and raised his full mug.
“Miss Union Jack!” he cheered
“I've asked you never to speak of that” Peggy's voice was firm, but she smiled nonetheless.
“Right-O” he nodded. The group parted and made room for the four newcomers.
“We've got a bit of a sticky wicket here” Peggy continued, not letting Dugan stop to ask what she referred to, “There's been a Hydra plant at the Home Office, and it's our job to flush him out”
“Has father been bad?” Tasha asked tentatively
“No, sweetheart” Delores bent down so mother and daughter were at eye level, “Sometimes- well- sometimes, people make mistakes. We've just got to make sure he doesn't make anymore. A lot of people could be hurt because of that”
“Oh” she seemed to understand
“Let's get situated” Peggy ushered everyone to the table, “We've got a lot of work to do, all of us”
The men rushed to put more chairs around the table. Tony looked up at Dugan’s hat.
“I like your hat” he smiled, “Why does it look so funny?”
“It’s a bowler hat” Dugan nodded, “It’s called that because—because—“ he glanced back at the others, “why do they call it that?”
The other soldiers just laughed
“Enough of this” Peggy was in full alert and ready for action, “We want to disarm him, capture him, but do not hurt you unless absolutely necessary”  she glanced from man to man, “do you all understand that?”
A chorus of yeses and nods came from the group.
“So, we'll charge in there and--” Dugan began
“No” Peggy scowled at the men, “what did I just say about disarming him. If you burst in there like a pack of wild animals, someone will get shot, possibly will die, and I don't want that to happen. Are we clear?”
Again, the group nodded solemnly
“Now then, someone else with a slightly more cool and level headed idea”
Dernier said something in French. Jones laughed and translated for him, “He said why do we not show up with flowers and chocolates from the Mrs.”
“A bit like the Trojan Horse from mythology” Peggy thought aloud, “I like it”
The team discussed some more, finally coming up with a plan. Delores was included in the details, but the children were chiefly left out.
Luckily, as the group was leaving the bar, a mother and daughter were making their way down the pavement. The girl, about ten, was carrying some stuffed animals consisting of a rather fat teddy bear, a tiger, and a donkey.
“Oh Mummy, can we play with her?” Tasha asked expectantly.
“I don't see why not” Delores quickly agreed, hoping to get on with her part of the action plan.
“Hallo” Tony stuck his hand out.
“Why hello there” the mother smiled. The girl obviously had her arms full with her stuffed toys.
“I'm Tony, and this is my sister Tasha” he went on, “May we play with – those toys?” he glanced eagerly at the soft dolls.
“Ah-- of course” she nodded,  “This is my daughter Madeline”
Madeline agreed, and whispered, “Lets play nap-time” to her stuffed animals.  Tony and Tasha thought that was odd. Madeline held out the donkey to Tasha, then the tiger to Tony. The sibling smiled at each other. It felt like it had been so long since they'd had any time to play. The four headed to a nearby park.

With the children engrossed in playtime, Delores, the Howling Commandos and Peggy headed for their next stop. They bought a bouquet of roses, and a box of chocolates.
“I don't see how this will help” Delores sounded confused
“It's not the flowers and candy” Dugan explained, “It's what we're – um-- going to – uh”
“It has to do with what we will do with them” Jones finished
Peggy was already at work, as she pulled out two vials in her pocket.
“You came prepared with that?” Dugan looked genuinely surprised
“Not exactly” Peggy explained, “This” she held up on vial, “came from something I'd nicked from Clarice”. Peggy poured the contents from the vial into the flowers.
She held out the other vial, “This is only to be poured in right before you hand over the flowers” she instructed, “Ammonia”
“Yes, right before” Delores understood. She glanced down at the box in her hand, “and the chocolates?”
“Those are if the flowers don't work” Peggy went on, as she plucked each chocolate from the now open box and injected each one using a small syringe she'd pulled from her cavernous purse, “This” she explained, “is a powerful paralytic designed by Dr. Samberly from the SSR. One should put your husband into a catatonic state” she looked over at Dugan, “eating more than one would probably kill someone, even of your size” she warned.
“Yes Ma'am” Dugan nodded in agreement.

Once they'd neared the house, Peggy pressed the flowers and chocolates into Delores' hands
“You know what to do” she reminded.
“I can't do this – not alone” Delores fretted.
“Fine” Peggy resigned herself to helping out, “let's take care of this once and for all”
“Darling” Alex called from inside the house, “Is that you?”
“Uh-- yes” Delores called back, now in the foyer with Peggy.
Alex came bounding down the stairs, “Oh, had you gone out?”
“Yes, I've uh-- taken the children out for some playtime. They were so miserable being in the house all afternoon”
“But Ms. Margaret is with you” he frowned at Peggy.
“Oh” Delores sighed
“I've just come for some of the children's things. You know how they wish for something to play with, even outdoors” Peggy lied quickly
“Yes, yes” Alex nodded absently, “Well, go take them their toys, and I suppose we'll see you at supper time tonight” he sent her off.
Peggy glanced at Delores, silently urging her to continue with the task at hand, and then left the house. She rushed back to the park and found the children still playing with the other little girl and her soft toy menagerie. The girl's mother sat on a bench, looking on.
“What does a Tigger do?” Tasha asked, eyeing the stuffed tiger doll.
Madeline clapped her hand over the stuffed animal's mouth, “Oh, so many things” she laughed.
“Children” Peggy broke up their festivities, “I'd like you to come with me”
“Oh, but we're having a lovely time” Tony whined, “and she was telling us the most wonderful stories”
“That's fine” Peggy smiled, “but we really need to get moving”
“Can we at least have something for tea?” Tony rubbed his stomach, “I have – a rumbly in my tumbly”
“He learned it from her” Tasha glanced at Madeline. The other girl simply smiled demurely.
Peggy, Evelyn, and the children trooped back to the bar, “Three glasses of warm milk, please” Peggy asked the barkeep, who stared back at her in disbelief.  Then, using the telephone, she rang the Banks' residence.
“I'm sorry” Alex answered the phone, “Delores can't speak with you at the moment” there was a pause, “How about you bring the children back. It must be close to their tea time”
Peggy feared the worst had befallen Delores. Not knowing what had occurred in the time she'd been away, she simply said, “Oh, I'll see that they're back soon. We've decided to have a little tea outside. A picnic if you will”
“Splendid” came the reply, “Do be home by supper time”
Peggy ended the call and glanced at Tony and Tasha. Could their mother have been killed at the hands of their father? She hoped not, but would not doubt Alex to do such a horrible thing.

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