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Other ladies have nice weeknight plans, like going out to dance at a nearby club or go out for dinner with a handsome man, but (Y/N) didn't have that luxury anymore. She had signed in on a job and she was going to commit to her part of it, even if it meant sacrificing her evenings. She changed out of the clothes she wore to work in the morning, wearing a pair of pants and a dark blouse to blend into the night. 

She locked the door to her apartment and was immediately scared out of her skin when a voice whispered from behind her, "Going somewhere?"

"Oh!" she placed a hand to her heart, feeling it race out of the abruptness. When she turned around, her shoulders dropped as she recognized the person. "Louis, you scared me."

"I tend to have that effect on people," He smiled at the sight of her own. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm, uh," she stammered through a response. "I'm off for a walk at the park."

"At night?" he frowned.

"Well, I work all day, so night is the perfect time for me to do my exercise activities."

"Must be a tough job if it's keeping you all day."

"Indeed. You know how demanding phone companies are," she brushed it off with a laugh. She then frowned and wondered how did she manage to run into him so late at night.
"Why are you up so late?"

"A friend from home just arrived at the train station," he explained. "I'm off to pick them up."

"That's nice," she nodded. "I'm guessing you're taking a liking into the city, huh?"

"Absolutely, people have been so welcoming," he brushed his hair back, and the action was so mundane yet so attractive in her eyes. "Some more than others."

He winked in (Y/N)'s direction with a smile of his own, and she didn't know why it got her so flustered to divert her eyes somewhere else to avoid his gaze.

"Can't take all the credit," she brushed it off. She checked her wristwatch and figured that Peggy might scold her for not being on time. "Maybe you can tell me everything some other time."

"Of course," he winked once again. "See you later, darling."

He walked in the direction of the door that led to the staircase, and (Y/N) didn't have the strength in her muscles to move a single inch from her spot. She let out a muffled groan and looked up to the dirty ceiling above her. Who was this guy that had such an effect on her?

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It was completely dark by the time Peggy and (Y/N) reached the mansion. Mr. Jarvis received them at the door this time, not like today morning. He still seemed tense from the events back at the SSR, but didn't say anything of the matter.

"Do you have anything you want to tell us?" Peggy spoke up first, hands on her hips.

"Not at present, no."

"Very well." She nodded. "Let's get on with it."

Mr. Jarvis led (Y/N) and Peggy into the old vault, which happened to be a far away distance from everything else in the house. The large metal door that guarded the entrance creaked as Mr. Jarvis opened it, allowing the ladies to step inside before him. As they walked into the room, (Y/N) immediately took notice of the enormous hole in the middle of the room, completely destroying the beautiful tiles. It seemed like Howard wasn't lying about it — surprising as that sounds. She wasn't able to see how deep it went, but if what he had said was true, it lead to the sewers. By just staring at it from a fair distance, it made her feel a little uneasy.

"Mr. Stark believed the intruder had some advanced technological assistance."

"Mr. Stark believes brushing your teeth requires advanced technological assistance," Peggy responded as the three of them kneeled down to peek at the hole on the floor with a flashlight.

Peggy whistled a short tune just to check how deep the hole was, and indeed, the whistle echoed down into the darkness.

"Shall we?"

Peggy unzipped the large duffel bag of supplies she had brought along with her, and all three of them jumped to action. Mr. Jarvis offered to tie the ropes up to the ceiling to make a quick escape if needed to, while (Y/N) and Peggy secured their harnesses. In a few minutes, Mr. Jarvis was tying the last few knots on the ropes and securing them with the carabiners in his own gear, and (Y/N) wasn't a fool to notice the familiarity in which he did so.

"You've done this before," she pointed out.

"Himalayas before the war," he answered swiftly. He then chuckled. "Although, at the time, I was strapped to a very amusing Spaniard named — "

He was caught off guard by Peggy tugging on the ropes, making all three of them dangle off the floor. Mr. Jarvis began pulling the rope to slowly descend them all into the hole.

"You are, of course, well within your rights to maintain your privacy," Peggy reminded him.

With a simple tug from the rope, they were right underneath the vault and (Y/N)'s feet touched the ground once again, surprised by how quick that was. The light from the room below them cast a small beam of light down where they stood, but she was able to make out the large hallway that lead both sides of where she stood.

"A charge of treason, out of context, is not necessarily what it appears to be."

"Quite so," Mr. Jarvis commented.

"In fact, mine and (Y/N)'s involvement with you and Mr. Stark could, on the face of it, be considered treasonous."

(Y/N) focused on removing the ropes from the carabiners on her harness, nodding along to what Peggy was saying. After freeing herself from the ropes, she helped Peggy and Mr. Jarvis with their own ropes, her hands reaching out for a flashlight after finishing.

"Indeed, it could."

"I don't need to know the details of your past, Mr. Jarvis."

"I appreciate that," Mr. Jarvis said with a genuine tone of gratitude. "Thank you."

(Y/N) pointed the flashlight into one direction of the tunnel and Peggy to the other in order to scan their surroundings and which route to take. Alongside the flashlights, there were several circular lights shining down on different spots on the tunnel.

"Our investigators found an open manhole cover five blocks away," Mr. Jarvis informed. "They assume the thief came up here."

"Carrying a hundred pounds worth of weapons?" (Y/N) questioned. "Quite unlikely, if you ask me."

Peggy was still inspecting the surroundings with the flashlight as she spoke. "You said it rained the night of the break-in."

"It was a positive deluge. Why?"

"New York still uses its sewers to run off storm water," (Y/N) explained to him after seeing his frown, shining the light on the dirty water underneath her shoes. "When the tunnels are full, the tide gate opens and it takes the water all the way into the river."

Peggy immediately understood what she was saying, nodding along. "Which would've allowed Mr. Brannis to only use a raft and a forecast, floating all the way into the sea."

Peggy took the lead on walking down the path where the water led out to, Mr. Jarvis and (Y/N) following behind her. The farther they walked from the hole they entered in, the more they were covered in complete darkness.

"Your knowledge of waste removal rather surprises me."

(Y/N), who had been staring down at her shoes to watch her steps, didn't know who Mr. Jarvis was referring to until she looked up. She found him digging a hole into the side of her head, a questioning look in his eye.

"This was where I stayed at in the winter of '23. Right after — " (Y/N) stopped herself before she could finish her sentence, knowing this wasn't the right time for that story. "It's neither the time nor the place to tell our secrets."

Peggy looked back at (Y/N) with raised eyebrows, but then flickered her gaze to Mr. Jarvis, thinking her words to him a few minutes back. "I was wrong," she stopped. "I need to know."

Mr. Jarvis halted his steps and looked at her rather distraught. "Miss Carter."

"If we're going to be a team, risking our lives all together, then I must be able to trust you."

"On my honor, you can."

"Your honor is not enough."

"Mr. Stark deemed me worthy of his trust," Mr. Jarvis told her, following where he left off on his walk. "I would hope that would suffice."

"Mr. Stark would trust a shark not to bite him if it was wearing a short enough skirt," Peggy snapped. "That's not entirely relevant."

"Would it satisfy you to know that the charge of treason was dropped almost immediately?"

"It's a start."

He stopped walking once again and sighed before continuing, bracing himself for the next words to come out of his mouth. "Before the war, I served under a general. We traveled a good deal. We were in Budapest when I met Anna. She worked in a hotel tailor shop. Sold me the most beautiful tie. And then the war broke out, and things became. . .difficult."

Peggy nodded, understanding. "She was Jewish."

"Still is, I'm happy to say," Mr. Jarvis defended before ongoing his story. "The general carried several letters of transit in his safe, any one of which would have ensured her safety, but he refused to sign."

"You forged his name."

"Hence the dishonorable discharge. It was filing the papers that sunk me," he said, and it sounded quite absurd if you thought of it like that. "I was arrested in the middle of Whitehall. . .On a Tuesday."

"How did Anna made it out?" (Y/N) asked this time, wincing at how insensitive that might've sounded.

"The same way I avoided the noose."

It all made sense now, yet it was still impossible for her to believe. "Howard?"

"Mr. Stark had unfinished business with the general, and he and I always got along," Mr. Jarvis said as the three kept walking through the dark tunnel. "When he heard of my predicament, he. . .used his influence."

"Sounds like a story," Peggy admitted.

Before Mr. Jarvis could comment on that, a boat horn blared a fair distance from them, which meant they were close to the river.

"Another time, perhaps," Mr. Jarvis finally responded, relief visible in his features.

"Anna obviously knows what Howard did for you, but she doesn't know what you do for him?" Peggy inquired, still having lots of questions.

"Not recently, no." Mr. Jarvis shook his head, shamefully. "I may not always be truthful with Anna, but I am always honest."

"That's not an easy balance," (Y/N) commented.

"One that I imagine you know all too well," Mr. Jarvis retorted, taking longer steps to take the lead on the tunnel.

The lights from a nighttime New York City were finally visible to (Y/N)'s eyes, marking the end of the tunnel after a long walk. The smell of the sewers and saltwater almost burned down her nostrils, but she didn't comment on that.

"Mr. Brannis couldn't have gone very far with a whole raft full of volatile technology," Peggy stated, pulling her binoculars out of her bag. It took her two seconds before her eyes stopped on a specific boat nearby. "Not far at all."

(Y/N) followed her line of sight and immediately recognized the emblem on the side of the boat. It was the same heart symbol with a line across it that Mr. Brannis had drawn on the sand seconds before his death, and it now made sense to her.

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Mr. Jarvis drove the car into the dock, careful enough to keep quiet and not raise suspicion. He parked the car close enough for them to make out the name on the side of the boat, which read 'The Heartbreak', in worn-out orange letters.

"Well, she looks to have seen better days," Mr. Jarvis broke the silence.

"It's still connected to the electric. Someone's using it," Peggy pointed out before loading up her handgun with a single click.

"Do either of you have another one of those?"

"Someone's getting very confident."

(Y/N) stepped out of the car with Peggy and Mr. Jarvis not far behind. Luckily for them, there were no lights around for anyone to recognize them from a distance, keeping them anonymous as they wished to be. The only sound around was the one of the waves splashing against one another, and the boats swaying to them. The three of them walked down the slipway toward the Heartbreak, eyeing the symbol once again to make sure they were on the right spot.

(Y/N) grabbed her flashlight once again to illuminate their path and avoid slipping on something. They stepped into the boat and went down a ladder into another pitch dark hallway. It took them several minutes to open the right door, but once they did, the metal door creaked as it revealed a set of crates covered in a large fishing net, illuminated by a dim red light above them. It didn't take a genius to know what was inside them.

The three of them entered the room cautiously, Peggy and (Y/N) both illuminating the crates to read out the labels on the sides of them. With Mr. Jarvis's help, they were able to remove the fishing net.

"Bingo," Mr. Jarvis exclaimed after reading the Stark logo on the labels.

Peggy used her knife to cut through one crate, and Mr. Jarvis immediately moved to warn her, "Careful. Some can be skittish."

"Very well aware of that."

She removed the lid from the box and the box revealed a bright green glow inside it. Peggy carefully grabbed the item from the crate and brought up for Mr. Jarvis and (Y/N) to see, the green glow enveloping them both. It hummed vibrantly and there were wires visible to their eyes, but (Y/N) stared at the metal tube without having a clue of what purpose it had.

"I remember you." Mr. Jarvis exhaled sharply. "Nasty little bugger."

"What does it do?" (Y/N) asked.

"The constrictor causes involuntary catastrophic muscle contraction. Bones break, I'm afraid," Mr. Jarvis explained slowly. "It was originally designed for back massage."

"Right," Peggy carefully placed it back in the crate and closed the lid. "Let's call it in."

Peggy rounded on her heel and faced the door, ready to walk out before Mr. Jarvis's voice stopped her.

"Miss Carter, I'm not sure you've thought this through," he reasoned. "You can't reveal that you found these items."

"I can't leave them here for someone else to find," she jumped into her own defense.

"I'm not suggesting — "

"Certainly not turning over to you to be stolen the next time you feel sleepy."

Mr. Jarvis straightened his posture and cleared his throat. "Agent Carter, how did you come to discover the stolen items?"

"Leet Brannis, uh, told me where they were," Peggy answered, knowing what he was implying. He was referring to the questions they would ask her back at the office if she were to report it.

"And how did you come in contact with Mr. Brannis?"

"Agent Dewitt and I have been conducting a private investigation with Howard Stark."

"What was your relationship with Howard Stark? Have you been in contact with him since his disappearance? Are you collaborating with Stark, a known traitor and fugitive from justice?"

Peggy let out a loud sigh at the bombarding of questions, and (Y/N) had her hands on her hips as she flickered her gaze between the two. She was torn into supporting Peggy because she understood the need to get credit after being belittled all this time, but Mr. Jarvis's argument was reasonable too.

"Publicly revealing these items won't clear Mr. Stark's name," he said. "They'll only place you both under suspicion along with him."

"You do not understand the position we're in," Peggy raised her voice. "(Y/N) was humiliated by the chief, a coworker doesn't think me capable of covering his shift. I will call them in, and they will respect us."

"But they won't." he stated. "They'll only use it to tear you down. If you wish to clear Mr. Stark's name, you must do so from the shadows."

And let a man get the credit? (Y/N) wanted to ask, but she already knew the answer. It was an answer that was given to her ever since she got this job, and she couldn't quite stomach it yet. She glanced back at Peggy and saw her already looking at her, silently asking her thought on this. (Y/N) exchanged a nod with her, and Peggy let out another sigh.

"There's a phone box across the street," she gave in after a minute. "Call it in. But for God's sake, don't let Krzeminski get hold of it."

"Nor Thompson."

"Sousa's working the office tonight," Peggy continued. "I can just about stomach him getting the credit."

Mr. Jarvis nodded and headed toward the door, but was stopped by Peggy's statement. "Oh, and, uh, Mr. Jarvis, they know your voice now."

He nodded and walked out of the room, leaving both ladies by themselves. (Y/N) would've paid a lot of money to see Mr. Jarvis's attempt in faking an American accent, but instead stayed inside with Peggy to watch over the crates.

"That didn't take long."

They turned around at the sound of loud footsteps echoing through the room, but (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she saw that it wasn't Mr. Jarvis's familiar figure in between the shadows. She kept calm as she exchanged a glance with Peggy, neither of them recognizing the man in front of them. He had broad shoulders and wore a wife-beater and some suspenders over it.

"Thought you were someone else," Peggy awkwardly laughed.

The mysterious man didn't waste any time before running toward them, throwing both of them back into the crates with a loud thud. (Y/N)'s head began pounding after the harsh impact, but stood nonetheless, feeling reassured when she felt the weight of her gun still at her holster.

"Brannis told me one of you would be coming."

"One of me?" Peggy questioned as she got up from the floor as well.

"Take a look around, buddy," (Y/N) bit back. "There's two of us."

He laughed, but there was no humor behind it. "And I'm not afraid to kill a woman, or women, in this case."

"Would it make a difference if I told you we won't make it easy?"

"Yeah. He told me that, too."

He swung a punch to the person nearest to him, which was Peggy in this case. She dodged it and threw one of her own to his stomach, pushing him back for him to fall into (Y/N)'s radar and give him a series of punches of her own. Peggy grabbed the loose lid from the crate and used it to smack it against the man's head, making him falter forward.

The man fell onto his knees in front of Peggy and used this as an opportunity to grab her by the legs and pull her over his shoulder to toss her aside like a rag doll. (Y/N) kicked him in the back and he turned around to punch her directly in the jaw, making her falter. In the small moments in which (Y/N) tried to regain her senses, the man marched up to Peggy and placed a hand around her throat, cutting her air off.

(Y/N) grabbed the discarded fishing net from before and pulled it over the man's head, using her full strength to pull him off Peggy. It worked, since the man dropped his hands from her throat to try and remove the net from his face. She tugged on the net hard enough and the man grew impatient, scratching and kicking to free himself, his nails managing to scratch at her own hands before she pulled even harder than before. The man, using his hands to blindly reach for something to strike her with, grabbed a spare metal pipe from the floor and hit her side.

This made (Y/N) lose her grip on the net and the man hit her again with the pipe, this time on her ribs. Peggy stood from the ground grabbed a hold of the pipe as he raised it to hit (Y/N) again, both of them tugging the pipe between their hands. (Y/N), still on the floor, kicked up to the man's stomach and pushed him back, making him hit the ground rather harshly. Peggy threw the pipe a far distance from him and the man began to stand up again, but was hit in the back of the head by Mr. Jarvis.

The man turned around angrily at Mr. Jarvis and punched him once in the face before pining him against the wall, and Peggy knew better than to confront the man again in a never ending fight. She reached out for the item in the crate and pressed it against the man's arm restraining Mr. Jarvis, a spurge of green light spreading through his arm. This made the man release Mr. Jarvis and stare in horror at his arm, which began moving in an awkward position.

"What did you do?" the man asked in fear. "What did you do to my arm?"

The sound of bones cracking rang in (Y/N)'s ears, and she was able to see how the man couldn't move the arm in any certain way, completely losing mobility from it.

"Well, that works," Peggy said.

"Not if you want a massage," Mr. Jarvis panted.

(Y/N) raised her fist in the air and punched the man directly in the face as hardly as she could. The man grunted before he face planted in the ground and didn't stand up again. The sound of police sirens wailed in the background not even a second later.

"I imagine that'll be your colleagues," Mr. Jarvis looked back at them. "We must go."

"We can't leave him here," (Y/N) tried to make him reason.

"Yeah, he's a witness."

Mr. Jarvis pulled them both by the arm, and the three disappeared into the night. "There's no time."

changed the fight scene to make it more adaptable for two people, if you know what i mean.

we got a snippet of y/n's background and i can't wait for you to know more about it !!

- see you soon, bex <3