Seal Six Team/Fbi AU
The Seal Six Team consisted of the best fighters in the country. They were a tight knit team and never did a mission alone. They have a partner in the team who they always work with. You can have a master fighter on your team, but with two then you can make sure the job gets done.
To Peggy, there was a difference between fighting for a cause that needed your skill and doing the dirty work for the CIA. And when CIA chief Jack Thompson summoned her this morning, she sure felt like she was doing the latter.
To Peggy’s surprise, she didn’t see another Seal Six member in the building. Sure, she’d gone on a few solo missions, but Thompson had told her that before she arrived. It had to do with her being the best of the Seal Six and blah blah blah blah blah…she could barely listen to Thompson sometimes. He was so ignorant and rude sometimes.
“Carter,” he called as soon as she entered the CIA headquarters, “I have a special assignment for you.” He put an emphasis on the word special. Peggy rolled her eyes.
She walked into his office, her head up high. Whatever the mission was, she hoped it lived up to being called special.
“Agent Thompson,” she began, but he held his hand up to silence her, probably so he could hear the sound of his voice again.
“This isn’t like any other mission I’ve seen before, Carter. In case you were wondering, you aren’t working this case alone.” She could see the pity in his eyes as he said it, though it was a bit ineffective because he did use a pun. Peggy hadn’t had a partner since the death of her old one.
Peggy’s partner in the Seal Six was Steve Rogers. Steve died in a bombing accident that occurred two years ago. She’d been there when he died. Rogers ran back to save a citizen while Peggy fled. The bomb went off, sending him flying toward her. She ran over to him. Steve was bleeding badly. It was evident to both of them that he wouldn’t survive. She saw the life drain out of his body as he told Peggy that he loved her. Peggy wept for her friend who lay dying in front of her. Steve was her best friend. He was the man she loved, and she didn’t hesitate to tell him that. What hurt the worst was the fact that she was right next to him, but she couldn’t do anything to save him. Somehow, she found a way to move on.
“That’s fine,” she responded briskly, indicating that Thompson should drop the topic of Steve. Peggy didn’t want him too involved in her personal life…actually, she didn’t want him involved in it at all.
“The mission requires a member of the Seal Six. That’s you. Your partner will be Agent Sousa of the FBI. Heard he’s a bit of cripple, but they say he’s one of the best they’ve got.”
An FBI agent, Peggy thought. Interesting. She’d heard of the FBI, but who hadn’t? She hadn’t met one. She was interested to meet one; to see if they were as good as they say. Thompson was still talking, so she reluctantly tuned in to his “speech”.
“-careful, Carter,” he was saying. “This girl was murdered by a gang. The gang leader, who goes by the name of Dot-E, murdered several people in the last month. Or at least, we believe they were murdered. Their disappearances were all connected to her. The only body we have is the body of Maggie Jones. Dot-E has a lot of connections, but so did Maggie. It’s up to you and Sousa to find out why. You used to work for the CIA, Carter. I’m sure you can figure it out.” He handed her a file folder before motioning her out the door.
Once she left the office, she rolled her eyes. Sure, she’d worked for the CIA, but there was a reason she quit. And Thompson played a large role in that. He’s just as bad now as he was back then.
Peggy lay down in her bed, thinking about the mission. Her line of work was a dangerous one. She felt bad for the FBI agent. No doubt he wasn’t going to be much help. They never were. She sighed. No use wondering about it now. Once tomorrow rolled in, Peggy knew that she’d find out how bad he really was.
The next morning, Peggy arrived at the crime scene. It was a fairly recent crime, so she was curious why it fell into her hands so quickly. The police had failed to find a lead, so that’s where she came in. They left the evidence untouched so that it’d be easier to find leads. Of course, there was always a lead waiting to be found somewhere. Everyone slipped up somehow.
There was a man with a crutch looking at the body. Peggy assumed that he must be her partner. Thompson wasn’t lying when he called the agent a cripple.
“Agent Sousa?” Peggy asked. The man turned around.
“You must be Peggy Carter,” he said, limping over to her. He stuck his hand out. “Daniel Sousa.” She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice meeting you too,” she responded with a fake smile. Up close, she could see that Sousa had a prosthetic leg. He probably hadn’t learned to balance on it yet. That explained the crutch.
Sousa noticed Peggy staring at it and spoke up. “I lost it in a battle,” he explained, gesturing to the prosthetic. “The FBI was going to let me go, but they decided that I could still be of some use to them.” He gave her a half smile.
Peggy didn’t look away, but she was embarrassed to be caught staring at it, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t the only one. She walked over and stood in front of the body.
“Dear Maggie had a lot of connections,” Sousa said, “celebrities, drug dealers, politicians, organized crime groups, servants in the White House, agents in the CIA, the list goes on and on. Ms. Jones had connections with just about every group on the planet.”
“So she was very dangerous,” Peggy said.
“Yep. Anyone could’ve killed her.”
“Dot-E killed her,” Peggy said, looking up to see Sousa’s reaction. He acted like he knew a lot about the case. Peggy wanted to see if that was true.
Peggy was shocked to see that Sousa just nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, she did. But who knows if she wanted Maggie dead. Anyone could’ve sent Dot-E. Maybe she killed Ms. Jones on her own accord.”
“Maybe. This is going to be a tough case,” Peggy said. “My favorite,” she added, smiling.
Sousa was smiling too. “Then let’s get started,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her over to some blood on the ground. It was reckless move, considering that Peggy could’ve broken his hand the instant it touched hers. But she let him pull her over. She continued to smile. Maybe this case wasn’t going to be that bad, she thought. Her partner made it seem like he knew what he was doing. Peggy knew she could use his help. It’s hard to find a friend in this business, especially one as nice as Sousa. For the time being, she was glad to have him. Peggy also knew that she’d overjoyed if he decided to be her friend after the case was over. And that scared her. Strangely enough, it was the fear she felt that made her decide that it was against her best interest to break Sousa’s hand.
Peggy began to inspect the blood. She glanced at Sousa, who had looking at her. They both looked away, and Peggy could feel her cheeks burning up. Unbeknownst to her, Sousa was also blushing. Peggy went back to inspecting the blood, hoping to take her mind off Sousa. There was no way of knowing what the future would bring, but that didn’t mean that Peggy couldn’t hope for the best.