PAST
It had been a rough week for Peggy Carter. She had been back to work since a week, after everything that happend. It had been 168 hours since she had dropped Steve his blood in the ocean, so no living being would ever get his hands on it again.
Tired, she opened the door of the house Angie and she lived in. They lived in one of Howard his houses, and Angie would be out for the night. Something with an audition. She would have the entire place for her own.
"Hello, Peggy."
Great. And her life just had been turned a bit to normal in a week.
"Where are you? I know you're here."
The lights turned on. A young lady with red hear, a pale skin, and... Red eyes, sat at one of the seats.
"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette? They're so from this century."
"I do mind if you smoke in here. Give me one good reason-"
"Why you shouldn't kill me? Steve wouldn't like it if you killed me, you know. I'm the only one who understands where he has been through."
Peggy froze. What... How...
"Who are you?" She asked, quietly.
"I am who I am. I am the past, the present, and the future of those who want to know. I am everywhere and nowhere, on places where you don't expect me to be."
"I asked for your name, not for metaphores."
"Says the woman who says her first name is agent."
She didn't understood anything of it.
"I am a friend to you, Peggy Carter. And you will meet him again. You will speak with him, laugh with him, until your dying breath.""How-"
"How long will it take? Years. Decades. But I am a woman of my word. The two of you will meet again."
She stood up from her chair, and dropped her cigarette on the ground.
"You know, I still don't know your name," Peggy said.
The red haired lady smiled.
"My name will come to you, Miss. Carter. Some day."
The lights in the room fell out.
"You'll find me where the worlds collide."
Present
"Sisters of mine, we need to discuss the situation of the humans on earth."
There was silence, in the gardens of Faith. Absolutely silence. The only ones who were talking were the three godesses under the tree, the Ygdrassil.
"Odin wants to request the council of Andromeda," one of them said. "He forsees dark times coming upon us."
"I agree," one of them replied. "There are a lot of duties she still has to do. Being away from the earth for a while will be good for her."
"Darkness is coming upon the people of earth," someone else said. "Do we agree about calling Andromeda back?"
"We do, sister."
Future
"Gordon, old friend of mine."
It was busy in the bar. Really busy. But honestly, it wasn't a common bar.
"I already thought I smelled something Asgardian."
She punched him on his head. "I love you too."
"What is it I can do for you?"
"It is not really about me," she said. "It is about something else..."