Marilyn picked at the skin on her hands as she rode to the camp where she would be meeting Agent Carter. This was a nervous tick she had picked up ever since she found out about the other. This, along with her breathing, helped her calm down the inner demon that was being suppressed by the medicine she was taking. Dr. Abraham had told her, right before she had left, about a certain man that he had spotted at an expo a while back, a man that caught his eye. That man was Steve Rogers.

Marilyn didn't know what she was getting herself into. Her hands felt raw at the picking she had been doing for the entire car ride over to the camp. Her eyes tried to follow the buildings and trees she was passing by as a method of relaxation. Dr. Abraham had taught her many useful things in order to calm her inner beast, so far they had worked. These methods ranged from meditation, medicine, and distraction. However, it wasn't just finding out the new super soldier that was stressful for Marilyn, but it was also the idea of meeting all the new people. Especially the men in the camp. Although attractive, Marilyn was always too timid to approach, let alone talk to a man by herself. Her mind always wandered to what would happen if they found out about the other.

Marilyn looked up from her dull gaze out the window and spotted that they were quickly approaching the training camp, Camp Lehigh, in Wheaton, New Jersey. It was a dusty and wooded area, but in the center was the training camp, teeming with life. Men were doing push-ups on the dirt and others were climbing ropes attached to poles. Marilyn watched and grimaced as she saw one man fall from the ropes and landed on his back with a thud. She quickly turned away from the sight, not wanting to trigger her other. She was still confused as to why Dr. Abraham thought she was ready to help him out in the real world. She never felt quite right in her own skin. It felt as if a bug was crawling along inside your skin and trying to break through.

Marilyn shook her head to rid the thoughts of the other - her brown locks that were tied up in a bun now slightly becoming loose. She cleared her throat and politely asked the driver, "Excuse me, sir, you do happen to know how many men are in training here?"

The driver was an older man with fine, wispy gray hair. A large bald spot was prominent on the back of his head and a single mole was growing out of it. He spoke with a raspy voice, "I'm afraid not, miss, but I do know that only the finest come out of these gates."

Marilyn smiled and nodded. She looked straight ahead of the car, seeing the large metal gates being opened up for them. The car kicked up dirt and dust as it drove on the bare ground. She, somehow, found herself picking at her hands yet again at the sight of the camp. The new car seemed to cause a bit of a distraction to the soldiers, seeing as they all seemed to look up at them driving past.

The old driver parked the car next to a rather small building. It was composed of bricks and had minimal windows, allowing for only a few peaks into it. The door was worn and chipped on the edges. Marilyn grabbed her coat on the seat next to her in the back of the cab and slipped in on quietly. Her luggage was stored in the back along with her collection of books she always kept with her.

Marilyn had been a book-worm since she could remember. Her mother always read the most wonderful and adventurous books to her as a child. One book, however, stayed in Marilyn's mind and hands at all times. "The Story of Betty Books." It was a story about a lonely girl, stuck in her own mind as it would seem, trying to find someone to love. Her mother read it to her almost every night, and it never grew old to Marilyn. The way a book felt in Marilyn's hands was calming. The crisp pages of a brand new book or the old and creased spine of a weathered one always helped Marilyn through the tough times. Especially when her parents went missing.

Three years and a half years ago, when Marilyn was at the ripe age of 17, her parents went missing in the middle of the night without a trace. No one knew where they went, or even if they were still alive. But Marilyn kept the book her mom read to her every night. Cradling it anywhere she went, never leaving it behind and always re-reading it. It was only a few months later that Marilyn found Dr. Abraham.

"Well here you are miss," the old driver said in a raspy voice. He turned over his shoulder and smiled a toothy smile at Marilyn. He had a few missing teeth in the bottom row and the remaining were stained yellow.

Marilyn thanked the kind cab driver as she exited the cab. As she reached around the back of the cab, she couldn't help but feel the eyes of people staring at her back. Marilyn tried to ignore this, refusing to look around at the soldiers looking at her. Instead, she clicked open the trunk of the cab and struggled to carry more than one of her cases. As she silently struggled, a meek but deep voice spoke out, "Do you need some help ma'am?"

Marilyn didn't turn around to view who that voice came from, her eyes darting on the ground. Slowly, she let go of the case she was carrying and pivoted around. At first, she thought to look up, but when a face wasn't there to greet her there, she slowly looked down to see a thin and frail looking man. He had on an army training uniform with the name ROGERS printing on his chest pocket. The uniform looked so baggy on his body that it seemed like it would swallow him whole.

"Oh-sure, thank you so much, mister..." Marilyn waited for a name.

"Steve Rogers, ma'am. And your name is? If you don't mind me asking that is? You don't have to tell me but it would be nice to know," Steve shot out rapidly, his eyes not staring into Marilyn's.

"My name is Marilyn Johnson," she said with a sickly sweet smile. Her nose scrunched up slightly with her smile.

Steve proceeded to reach into the trunk of the cab a pulled up one of Marilyn's suitcases. He struggled to lift it up and out at first, but once he did, he had no trouble taking it to the door. Marilyn followed him, carrying her own case and set it down alongside her other case.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is a woman like yourself doing in a place like this?"

Marilyn flushed slightly at his comment before she spoke softly, "I'm just on a, I guess you could say, business trip."

Steve stared up at Marilyn, a red tint present on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and held out a hand to her. "It was nice meeting you, Ms. Johnson."

Marilyn took his hand with a weak grasp and shook it politely. "You as well, Mr. Rogers." She smiled one last time, politely, before Steve turned around and walked away from her. Her eyes trailed his body for a minute, her mind wondering why a man like that would be allowed into the army. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that he was Steve Rogers, the man Dr. Abraham told her about. The man he was leaning towards for the new super soldier.

Marilyn shook her head and entered the building with a single case, set it down inside, and went to retrieve the other outside. Inside, there was a small living room with a single table and 4 chairs sat alongside it. In the back, Marilyn could see doors lining the hallway, most of them closed, but one was open.

"Hello?" Marilyn spoke out softly. When no one answered immediately, Marilyn took one of her cases and walked down the hall to the open door. On each door, as she walked past, she could read a sign that stated names and room types. As Marilyn reached the open door, she looked up at the label, it read, Marilyn Johnson: Recruiter. She pushed the door open fully and saw a bare room inside. A single bed with white sheets was sitting in the corner of the room, laying against the wall. On the opposite side was a tiny desk and chair. On the desk, there was a lamp and a few blank pieces of paper and a notebook with a fountain pen next to it. There was a lone window at the head of the bed, letting only a meager amount of light into the bleak room. Marilyn set down her suitcase next to the bed and walked back to the entrance of the building to retrieve her other case.

When she was walking back to the room with her name on it, she noticed the room across from her had a very familiar name attached to it. It read Margaret "Peggy" Carter: Agent and Trainer. Dr. Abraham had told Marilyn about Agent Carter, she was one of the reason's she was there in the camp. Marilyn quickly set down her suitcase in her room, right next to the other one, and stepped out towards Peggy's room. With a gentle hand, Marilyn knocked on the door. She hummed as she waited for an answer. Suddenly, the door swung open, almost knocking Marilyn down. On the other side of the door was a beautiful woman in an army uniform.

"Oh hello. You must be Marilyn Johnson," Peggy said with shock at first. She held a strong English accent, making her sound very posh and eloquent.

Marilyn smiled politely and replied, "Yes, that is me. And you are Margaret Carter."

"Oh please call me Peggy. Margaret makes me feel old." Peggy smiled at Marilyn and closed her door behind her.

Marilyn and Peggy walked back over into Marilyn's room and talked for a while. They talked about the reason she was here, why they choose her and how to handle the rowdy men in the camp. Peggy also told Marilyn that she knew all about her situation with the other. Dr. Abraham had felt the need to let Peggy know, in case a flip did happen while he wasn't around.

Not much is really known about Marilyn's other, other than it is the complete opposite of Marilyn and likes to create chaos. Marilyn had never flipped long enough for Abraham to fully understand it. The only thing that he knew about it was that it was triggered by stressful events and emotions. Dr. Abraham had a theory, however. He thought that the other was more than a split personality. Whenever Marilyn did flip, Abraham could feel a strain on his mental state and compacity. He thought this to be a fluke at first, but when others in the lab felt it too, he truly realized what was happening.

The other was had to manage and contain. It would always fight back with enormous force and strength. A normal sedative wouldn't deter it from its goal of chaos. However, with Abraham's help, Marilyn has slowly gotten it under control.

~A/N~

I finally updated my story!!!!! Sorry, it took so long, I just needed time to write. I hope you guys will love this story as much as I do!!!