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Peggy gripped Cassandra's arm tightly, and pushed her into a room. An interrogation room by the looks of it. She was shoved into a chair, and one hand was cuffed to the table in front of her. She smiled at the mirror in front of her, knowing there were people behind it.

The man with the crutch limped into the room, and sat in the opposite chair. Cassandra smiled sweetly at him, then looked at Peggy, who was standing next to him.

"Peggy? Who's this?" She asked.

"Daniel don't speak to her." Peggy warned.

"Daniel. That's a nice name."

"How are you still alive?"

"Same way you are Peg. I'm only fourty-three years old."

"Then how come you look the exact same as you did in 1945?"

"I age wonderfully."

Peggy sighed, and left the room, leaving Daniel to speak with her alone. Out of boredom, she slid her feet on the floor, making a shrill squeaking noise. Daniel winced, and she smiled, making the squeaking noise some more.

"Stop making that noise."

"What? This noise?"

More squeaks. Daniel sighed, muttering something about "giving me a migraine" and "childish" on his way out of the room. She sat in the chair, staring at the people behind the mirror. She took pride in annoying them, it was enjoyable.

After a while, Peggy entered the room again. She sat in front of Cassandra and ran her hands through her hair.

"Cassandra, who are you working for?"

Cassandra didn't want to say anything. She was trained not too, and she wasn't going back on that now.

"Nobody Peggy. The war is over, Hydra's gone. Who would I work for?"

"Levithan?"

"What? Peg, I was born in America. I would never work for the Soviet Union."

"Dottie Underwood did."

Cassandra's breath caught, and she looked down, letting her head hang low before looking up again.

"Don't say her name." Cassandra said, her voice low.

"So you know her?"

Cassandra put her face in her hands, and sniffed. A genuine tear rolled down her face, and landed in her palms.

"She trained with me. She came along when I was seventeen. Dorothy was the closest thing to a family I had, whether I was allowed to acknowledge it or not. I loved her, I loved her like a mother loves a child. When Schmidt came to take one of us, I didn't want to leave. It broke my heart to leave, she didn't deserve to be left with those horrible people in that horrible place."

"Cassandra, who is 'us'?"

"The Red Room, KGB."

"You're one of the girls. Let me see your wrist."

Cassandra rolled up her sleeve, exposing the red marks on her left hand.

"Wonderful performance, Miss Barnes."

The door opened, showing the owner of the familiar voice.

"Howard?"

She didn't get a response, watching as Howard whispered something to Peggy, whose face dropped.

"Once I'm done with this, I'll be right there."

Howard left, and Peggy let go of her arm. The women looked at each other, not knowing who should speak first. Cassandra covered her eyes with her uncuffed hand, and put her head down on the table.

"Cassandra, please just tell me who you work for."

"I can't."

"Cassandra, I saw the letter you threw away when you were going out with the team. You work for Hydra don't you," she said dangerously.

"Peggy," Cassandra whispered.

"Cassandra tell me. Do you work for Hydra?"

"Yes." She said quietly.

"For how long?"

"Since I was eighteen years old."

"Did you spy on us during the war?"

"Yes." It was almost a whisper.

"Cassandra. I trusted you. You lied to me. You lied to Steve. You lied to Ja-"

"Do you think I had a choice!" Cassandra snapped.

"If you had told me, I would've been able to help you!"

"No. You can't help me!"

"Cassandra," Peggy tried to say.

"No! I've been forced into evil. I've done things I never wanted to do. Dorothy, James, Steve, it was all my fault! It wasn't my decision to spy on you. They gave me a mission, and I had to take it."

Cassandra yanked her handcuffed wrist from the table, breaking it free. Peggy stood up, drawing her gun, and Cassandra did the same. Cassandra pulled the trigger out of pure anger, hitting Peggy in the shoulder. Men swarmed her, pulling her arms behind her, knocking her gun to the floor.

Daniel helped Peggy stand. Blood oozed from her shoulder, and Cassandra didn't feel bad at all. She looked on of the men in the eyes, smirking at him before she was punched in the face and knocked out.

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Cassandra woke up in a cold cell. The lights flickered, and she opened her eyes slowly. She was bunched up against the wall in a straightjacket, and a collar around her neck. She craned her neck to see the entirety of the cell. Besides a toilet, and a small cot, there was nothing in her small box.

Her head was pounding, and when she tried to stand, white hot pain made her fall down.

Electric collar. Nice move Agent Carter.

She didn't move much after that, sat as still as a statue, barely even breathing. What felt like days, but was probably more like hours, passed, until a place hidden in the wall opened up. Peggy stepped inside, her arm in a sling. Cassandra focused on the wall behind Peggy, not even wanting to blink.

The shock collar around her neck made a clicking noise, and loosened. Peggy gently slipped it off, and set it on the floor. Cassandra still looked ahead of her.

"Howard needs a few blood samples."

No response.

"Cassandra, can you hear me?"

No response.

"Cassandra, I said Howard needs a few blood samples."

Cassandra closed her eyes and sighed, looking up at Peggy.

"No."

She answered, her voice hoarse from not using it. She glared at Peggy, still barely breathing.

"I wasn't asking."

Peggy took a syringe from her coat pocket. Cassandra slipped to the side.

"Peggy if you come near me with that I will knock it out of your hands and stab you with it." Cassandra threatened.

"Need I remind you that you don't have any arms?"

"I'm very talented with my feet."

Peggy tucked the syringe back into her pocket, and helped Cassandra stand up. She unbuckled the latches of the straightjacket, and Cassandra threw it on the ground. She put her hands on her hips, strongly resisting the urge to punch Peggy in the face.

"What do you plan on doing with me Miss Carter." She said rudely.

"We need your help with something."

"What could you possibly require from a Hydra spy?"

i really enjoyed that chapter!!

and for those of you agent carter fans, yes, the daniel i put in there is daniel sousa from agent carter. i thought about putting jack in there, but we know what happened to him. : (

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