"Seeing Rogers again, I feel no more regrets."
Peggy Carter looked at the lover she had missed for seventy years, lamenting the capriciousness of fate. They were destined yet apart.
"Have you been well these seventy years?"
Captain America sat by the bed, held Carter's hand, and asked softly.
"So-so. I've at least given my youth to this country. It just seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. is having some problems now."
Peggy Carter wasn't completely in the dark; she still had some means to obtain intelligence from S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Can you tell me more about S.H.I.E.L.D.? It feels familiar yet strange to me, and certain operational methods give me a very uneasy feeling."
Regardless of what S.H.I.E.L.D. had become, as one of its founders, Carter certainly knew more about it.
"Steve, are you trying to say that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s way of doing things is somewhat like HYDRA?"
Peggy Carter understood instantly what Captain America was trying to convey.
