Margaret Carter ran and ran. She did not stop. Her new shoes, she was thankful for as they allowed her mobility through the untamed grass and wildflowers. Peggy had no idea where the horse was, but she cared not. She doubted that she could rife such a beast without the Amazon's help anyway. She paused when she found herself at a cliff edge. Where would she go, who could she trust? If the Amazon shared what she knew with her people, everyone on the island would be out to kill her. She couldn't blame them. If the same threat was in London... well, she knew what she would do. What she had done.

The wind picked up and Agent Carter took a deep breath, inhaling the pure, untainted air of the paradise. She knew what she was capable of. These people, they had no clue. Their Queen hadn't asked her too much about how good she was. A few missions, Steve, that Diana. They couldn't fathom what she had done on Russia and the chaos she could cause here. A smile crept upon her, her lips twisting. This was a new world.

She turned and started to climb down the cliffside. She felt the wind blow at her hair, threatening to rip her off the rocks. But she knew she would not fall. She had spent the past month here climbing these cliffs and her muscles were toned and her fingers strong. It was getting harder and harder to deny that she was beginning to enjoy her time here. Her feet reached the sand. Now, where would she go?

Peggy looked around. She missed her cave.

No, she was going crazy. She did not miss the cave, even though it had been safe, and sort of damp. It had a nice view and no Amazons. She ran to the ocean and screamed. They would find her anyways, did it really matter when? She kicked the water and cursed the SSR and herself and whoever might be responsible for this idiotic predicament. 

Peggy fell to her knees. What was wrong with her? She had trained for this type of situation. She was the best agent anyone could ask for, though her superiors were only likely to admit to for their lives.

"Over there!" She heard someone shout in the distance followed by a thunderstorm of hooves clashing against the dirt and rocks above. Peggy looked around. There was honestly nowhere to go and she did not want to be on the run forever. She would fight back, she decided. At least that way she would be going out on her own terms, fighting for what she believed in. And right now she believed in her right to fight for her life.

The hooves drew closer but they stopped some ways away. Peggy did not turn. She kept herself focused on the waved that crashed around her knees, soaking her with the mist it created. It was light and cool and everything she would have wanted on a vacation if she had ever felt inclined to take a real one.

There was mumbling behind her. The Amazons must be deciding how they were going to take her out. Her fists clenched. It was with a fight. They would take her out in a fight, she told herself over and over again, biting her tongue to refrain from saying it aloud.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Miss Carter?" a young voice asked. Peggy froze. Was she imagining it?

Getting up, Peggy turned. Staring at her was a girl, maybe sixteen, with har that could only be described as orange. It fell unchecked down to her feet. How could she fight like that? Peggy wondered. Big brown eyes stared back up at her.

"Miss Carter," she said again, looking down. Was she scared o her, the agent wondered. Had the queen sent this girl in because she hopped Peggy would not attack her? The queen had been right if that was her reasoning. Peggy took a deep breath. She wasn't going to attack this child unless the child became a threat. Then she would take her out as she had every other threat. And most likely, feel horrible about it.

She reached out her hand, tilting her head to the side as she did so. Carter blinked. Shyly, she took the little girl's hand. They walked towards the Amazons and then weaved through their horses. No one tried to stop them. They continued to talk amongst themselves, looking out to where she had been standing. Peggy followed her gaze. She saw her body, or at least she thought she did, still kneeling hopelessly by the clear blue ocean.

She looked back at the girl. "Who are you?" the agent asked. The girl paid no attention to her. they continued to walk across the island, and then the girl led her across the sea. They walked without growing hungry nor tired. They walked until she could see the London skyline. 

"What is going on?" She demanded, trying t pull her hand free from her guide's.

"We are helping you," the redhead said. "We are answering your questions."

But then the world began to shake and the girl faded. Peggy could almost feel the grit of London before she was pulled away from it.

She was back in the cave, the Amazons all around her. Peggy crawled backwards.

"What did you see?" One demanded. She looked strangely like Helete but something was missing. 

"Answer her," the queen ordered, "or I will use the lasso of Hestia again."