1963-11-16 - Reset
Summary: {$summary}
Related: None
Theme Song: None
peggy ava steve 


Ava has apparently not made it to that clinic she was talking about yet, because she still looks like a few miles of bad road. She has a sling around one arm, bandages around her ribs bulking up her usual layers of clothing, and an extremely colorful set of bruises across her jaw and her throat. But she's not letting that stop her from getting to work and checking in on the progress of…Well, usually other people's cases. It's just training, right?

At the moment, she's sitting on the edge of a desk belonging to an agent looking into mutant activities in Mutant Town, flipping through the folder she found in the top desk drawer. This is a spy office. If they wanted it secret, they'd have at least locked the drawer.

*

"Snooping into cases doesn't befit you," the clipped British cadence of Peggy's voice cuts through the relative silence of the office. A hand rests lightly on her stomach and she drops her chin to eye the folder that Ava flips through. "Word of advice," she states dryly, "don't go through your colleagues' work. It may have been accessible, but accessibility isn't an invitation."

Peggy's weight shifts, allowing the ridiculous tent-like maternity smock to flag over her. Her tongue clucks, "You have your own cases to attend to, Agent Orlova." Her eyebrows lift expectantly.

*

In through the entrance comes Steve Rogers. He'd tried the hospital, but Peg was no longer there, so he thought he'd drop by. "Hey…Director Carter." Can't call her Peg at a time like this. Then his blue eyes fall on Ava. He tries not to but there's the slightest hint of a frown, until his face softens when he notices her injuries. "You alright?" he asks his one time foe.

*

"I have been." Ava closes the folder, slipping it back into the drawer…and replacing the paperclip that had been balanced on the edge of the track in the process. "Alias is looking into a group of missing mutants. I thought it might be tied to Weapon X, but I'm beginning to suspect there might be something more than innocent kids involved."

As Steve arrives, she looks over at him with a rueful smile, lifting one shoulder in a very Russian shrug. "It seems your friend is a little more shock-resistant than you are. I will be less careful next time."

*

"Captain Rogers," Peggy greets with a small upend of her own. She leans against the side of the desk where Ava is sitting, reliving some of the pressure on her increasingly swollen ankles. "What brings you to our corner of paradise?" Her lips turn into a sly smile, "Decided to join our ranks officially?"

She turns back towards Ava, and her smile thins into something dinging on fatigue: "And what are your instincts about this investigation Alias is conducting? Always trust your instincts. Sometimes I think we neglect those feelings when we need to pursue them more."

*

Steve tilts his head and shakes it thereafter, "Director Carter, we talked about that. I don't think that now is a good time. I came to check on you to see how you're doing." Steve then looks back to Ava, his little rival. "We're not even sure if he's my friend, and if he is, I think we should note that he was made in America."

*

Peggy leaves, heading towards SHIELD HQ - Director's Office [DO].

*

Peggy has left.

*

Peggy arrives from SHIELD HQ - Director's Office.

*

Peggy has arrived.

*

"There are five of them, but only one parent came looking for their missing child," Ava grimaces. "When we spoke with a classmate at the school, though, she mentioned that when the whole group was together, people had a tendency to do what they - the students - wanted. Which makes me wonder if the parent who came looking was just the only parent who they didn't get to."

She looks back to Steve, sympathetic, but not hopeful. "Your friend may have been made in America. But the man I fought with was almost certainly made in the Red Room, or a similar program. I would know."

*

"That's certainly suspect," Peggy replies to Ava. "Mind control," she hums quietly. "Do you think it's reliable? I mean, teens aren't always the best source of information." She slowly slides onto the edge of the desk. Her eyes lid, and she inhales a long deep breath. Oh, sweet relief.

The discussion about the rival, however, causes her eyes to pop open and her eyebrows to lift, "Well, let's agree on one thing, whoever he is," and then perhaps more importantly, "and wherever he was made, we need to bring him in." Or stop him. Her gaze then lands squarely on Steve, "I can tell you miss this. Come on, Steve, I could resource you in ways you can't imagine." She smiles.

*

"I do miss it. But I'm doing well on my own. Jack, she's great. And we're a good team. I want to see how this whole thing works out before I go back on anything. But, like I said, we talked about this." Steve smirks at Ava, "I'm sure you would. You seem to be pretty skilled. For a Russian." Steve smile grows.

*

Ava shrugs to Peggy this time. "It might not be reliable. But since none of the other parents came forward, it makes me think there may be something to it. We're supposed to go to one of the soup kitchens soon to look into it, one of the boys and the girl volunteered there." Her brows furrow slightly as she looks between Peggy and Steve, considering.

"What are you doing on your own?" she asks, curious. Lord knows, the girl usually prefers to be on her own.

*

"Good. I'm glad that you're doing well, Steve. Sincerely," Peggy shoots Steve a wry smile. "You're talented. But, do keep us in the loop as to what you're working on? I'd be happy to put resources your way if you need them." Her eyebrows lift as she glances expectantly between the pair, "Apparently I have some sway around here." Being the Director has to have some perks.

She shifts an looks back towards Ava, "Definitely follow the lead. If someone is engaging in mind control, then maybe it's tied to the soup kitchen itself? Good work. I think your instincts are spot on here."

*

Steve nods to Peg, "Will do. And you know if you need help you can always call. I'll be there." His eyebrow goes up at Ava. For whatever reason, he's come to like teasing this young Russian kid. He met a lot of Russians in the war. And the secret is that he liked them a lot. "Knitting, mostly. What are you doing on your own?"

*

Ava squints a bit at Steve, clearly unconvinced but not quite certain if he's joking. It's Captain America, after all. Knitting seems like a good, clean, American pastime. "Hunting down government groups that make experiments out of people," she replies, needling back in her own way. It's like a kitten that just doesn't know how not to use claws yet.

*

"Right," Peggy's gaze shifts between the pair, "and I've become a jockey on the weekends," her smile stiffens and she slowly, in a wobbly way, shifts back to her feet. "You know," her head drops to the side thoughtfully, "I could certainly use you both on this alien problem. We need agents on the ground for this, and more information." Her lips tighten into a stiffer smile, "The official story and the truth rarely truly align. I need people on the ground looking into that. And not, exactly," her eyes narrow, "in an official capacity."

*

"Yeah, you're an all-star kid. Keep fighting that good fight," Steve says with a grin before he raises his eyebrow. "No can do, Peg. I just was asked by the President, via General Ross, to join up with Act-F. I told him I was taking a break from the bright lights at the moment. Aliens are above my paygrade."

*

"Is it real, then?" Ava looks between the others, still dubious. "Aliens? Are they sure it wasn't just a mutant, or a leftover monster from that thing in the park? How would you even tell, unless you found a spaceship, too?" She pauses, perking up just a little bit. "Did they find a spaceship too?"

*

"That's the question, Ava," Peggy replies with a gentle lift of her eyebrows. "We can expend numerous resources following the President's route, or," she taps the side of her nose, "use some quieter approaches. I'm not convinced either way," she states blandly. "And Steve, you, of all people, must know that whatever is on American soil needs to be dealt with. If the President acknowledges aliens, I suspect it's something far more sinister and requires a much more investigative team."

*

"I just got fired from government work, remember? And I don't think I'm over the whole Paperclip thing, yet. I worry that this office is going to end up in a situation where we need to decide our morals versus our safety. I'm not sure I want to be around when that decision has to be made. I mean, how long have the aliens been here anyways? So a guy jumps out a window. Maybe aliens get depressed too. He didn't hurt anyone," Steve says.

*

"And here I thought the Americans were supposed to be more forthcoming than the Russians," Ave wrinkles her nose at Peggy's answer. "If the President is going to admit there are aliens, you'd think he would tell SHIELD something before he tried to build his own anti-alien task force. Also, anti-alien is definitely making some assumptions," she nods in agreement with Steve.

*

"And that," Peggy snap-points at Ava, "is the question. These things are rarely doled out in ways that share information without giving it a second thought. The message only came out because there's something worth hiding." Her eyebrows lift to punctuate the point. Amusement colours her gaze at Steve's thought, "Did he jump, Steve? Or was he pushed? I can't say I got a good look that day, but when the President tells us there's aliens, there is likely a juicer story. And I want to know what it is."

*

"Well, there's an issue with the idea that the President is going to come to us. My bet is that he's working more closely with the CIA. Since SHIELD works for the UN and he's already had his fingers in the cookie jar over the Avenger thing, I'm sure they're rallying the wagons around something they can control better to ensure whatever outcome they want." He sighs, "I don't know if he was pushed or if he jumped. But do we know he's any different than any other person on this planet? I'm just saying that we see mutants get blamed for everything in this world. And when it's not mutants, it's blacks. What if he's just a guy who had a job and wasn't hurting anyone? Now we're starting up task forces and building up arms." He shakes his head, "I get it, but it's just…I don't know."

*

Ava nods to Steve, pensive. "Secret police to deal with problems that no one wants to talk about can become…problematic," she agrees, quiet. "Though that might be a reason to make certain that we have someone on that team who also reports back to SHIELD," she glances back to Peggy. "Who is not me. I am not an expert on aliens."

*

"I'll see what I can do to pull some strings," Peggy asserts about the team investigating the aliens. "But more than that," again, her gaze flits between the pair, "we need more information. I want both the official and unofficial channels. We need to embed someone in the upper echelons and have them report back. I have a distinct feeling that Ross and his cronies will attempt to edge everyone on that team out. Or, as some say: use them and lose them."

*

"Could be. I don't know Ross well enough. I will say, however, that I trust the President," Steve replies to Peggy. "Ladies, I have to get ice cream for my girl. And she held gauze against my arm for two hours yesterday. So I owe her." He chuckles a bit and leans in to give Peggy a side hug. "Ava. Try not to shock anyone on your way through the parking lot."

*

"Do you have anyone who's former air force?" Ava suggests, pushing off the edge of the desk. "I thought most of the space program was air force. And if they're looking at aliens, then they're going to want someone who's at least air force or space program, or someone who served with someone there might be able to get better access to things. But the only interest those people have in teenage Russian girls is a sort of mission I do not want," she grimaces. "Also, I am not very pretty right now. I should go back to the clinic."

*

"I'm not sure you should trust the President," Peggy offers to Steve. "Leaders only tell populations what they think they have to in order to minimize public panic." Her hand lifts as if to say never mind before nodding at Steve and Ava in turn. "Indeed. Send Jack well wishes and tell her I will be in touch to share all your secrets." And then to Ava, "And definitely seek more medical attention. If you require time off," she lifts a hand dismissively before resting a hand on her low back. "And for now, I must find a way to keep my feet from swelling further.
"

*

"Maybe," Steve says with one foot out the door. "But he's a Navy man. Served in the same war I did, and saved a hell of a lot of guys. He's a good man, Peg." Steve shrugs his shoulder and heads out.

*

Ava tilts her head slightly at Peggy, adjusting her sling. "I'll be fine," she assures the Director. "Just have to catch that blonde. I'm sure of it." With that, she turns to head after Steve. "I'll update you in the soup kitchen when we get to it," she calls over her shoulder.

*

Ava has left.

*

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License