Peggy felt a hand on her arm. She turned on her heel, grabbing the stranger and pinning her to the ground. It was one of the island inhabitants. She wrestled with Peggy, flipping the Agent on her back. Peggy kicked the woman's leg and struggled out from underneath her. Both women stood.

Peggy grabbed her gun. "One more step and I'll shoot!" She hollered above the wind. The tribeswoman froze. Good, she knew what a gun was and Peggy was not sure she wanted to waste a bullet on this woman. Peggy took a few calming breaths. Her hands weren't visibly shaking but the gun felt heavy, almost unnatural, in her grip.

"Our queen, Hippolyta, wishes to speak with you," the tribeswoman said. Peggy did not lower her weapon nor her threatening gaze. "It is not often there are newcomers here."

"Where is here?" Peggy asked.

"This is Themysicra," said the tribeswoman, spreading her arms out wide and taking a few steps back. Don't shoot, don't shoot, Peggy said to herself, her heart racing with every step the stranger took.

"I've never heard of it." The distance between them increased, but Peggy felt no less at ease. She knew the feel of a trained fighter. Like Dorothy Underwood, this girl had been training her entire life to be a soldier, a weapon for her government. Matriarchy, she corrected herself. But it did not matter.

"Zeus gifted it to us so that we may live in peace, training until the day that the world needs us once more."

Textbook crazy, alright then. Peggy thought. "Then why haven't I heard of you? There were two wars and a genocide in the past fifty years!" People I loved sacrificed themselves to save others. Steve, her brother. They were all gone and not coming back. "Are you waiting for King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table to lead you into battle? Because from where I'm standing, Armageddon has already happened, and no mythical warriors came to our aid."

The woman looked slightly shocked. "It must be fun playing pretend," Peggy started, wiping tears from her eyes, "while real men and women put their lives on the line and die to free their countries."

Peggy would have smile triumphantly if she wasn't dying inside. It was like losing them all over again. Her knees felt weak and her head was spinning. She straightened her posture, trying to keep her intimidating stature. She was not going to break for some lunatic from a deserted island.

Maybe it was something they ate? She thought in horror. Some fruit from the island that gave them this delusion. That would explain why she was getting the feeling that they could have done something, something that might have saved her brother and stopped Steve from ever having to sacrifice himself. And she'd been stealing their food, eating it because they did.  Now she was gaining whatever messed up beliefs they had.

"We were under the impression that there was only one war," said the tribeswoman. "And our best warrior defected to deal with it. Diana. Do you know her?"

Peggy shook her head.

"So she failed then," the tribeswoman lamented. "Come, we must tell this to Queen Hippolyta. She would like to hear news of her daughter."

Peggy shook her head. "I am not going anywhere with you." She stated, firmly grounding her feet in the grass. The warrior moved forwards but Peggy shook her gun. "No closer." She said and the woman took a step back.

"You do not trust me," she said.

"No," Peggy replied, "I do not. And I don't want any part on this. Tell me how to leave and I will gladly go."

"Jumping off the cliff won't get you out of here." She said.

"Yes, but it will take me back to my brother. And that idiot of a man Captain America. At least I'll be with them."

The warrior stated at Peggy in confusion. "Brother?" She asked

"He died in the war, early in the war. I joined the SOE that day."

"No," she said, "what is Brother?"

Peggy blinked. This woman couldn't be serious. "I have not heard this term in English." She said.

"It's my brother. My mother's son." Peggy muttered, baffled. "A sister who is male."

"Oh." Said the tribeswoman. "We did not learn that one."  She frowned.

This is insane. Peggy thought, turning to leave.

"Wait," the tribeswoman called. "You cannot go, you must meet Hippolyta."

"And if I don't want to?" Agent Carter challenged. What would they do? Kill her? Imprison her? She was already in a prison and she had just been ready to jump off a cliff. There was nothing they could threaten her with.

"You must," she said, her voice going deep. It was timed perfectly with the clouds it seemed, for the ground grew dark for a moment. "You have had the three weeks to yourself. Now you must come."

Peggy sighed. She could see there was no way she was getting out of this. And maybe this Hippolyta person could help her off the island or at least explain to her what had happened. Besides, it wasn't like anything could get any worse. If she played this right. The tribeswoman seemed dull enough, maybe it would be easy to fool them.

Peggy followed her guide through the streets of the town. In broad daylight, they were a spectacle. The inhabitants moved out of her way but otherwise ignored her existence, chatting in a slew of languages. English, French, Greek and Russain and more languages that she could not name. Peggy kept her head down. 

She was lead into the large building at the center of the settlement. It was lavish, reminding her of the temples in Greece and carved with illustrations of superhumans and gods. They walked down a gold carpet into a room with three spiral thrones and past long lines of islanders, standing at attention facing their queen.

The woman on the platform, the Queen Hippolyta, Peggy assumed, had her back towards the agent. She was removing something from a small wooden box.

"Kneel." Said someone beside her. Peggy jumped, looking to her left. A warrior had slipped beside her undetected and now put a firm hand on her shoulder. "Kneel before the queen."

Peggy did as she was told. The Queen walked up to her with a golden cord in hand. "This is the rope of Hestia, it compels you to tell the truth." The Queen said as she wound it around Peggy. The rope began to glow.

"Who are you?" The Queen asked.

Peggy tried to cry out as the ropes seared her skin through her close but all said was: "Margaret Elisabeth Carter, but I'm better known as Agent Peggy Carter."