Let's start out small (Elizabeth)

ELIZABETH

"Sergeant Bishop?"

She looked up from the wrappings she'd been applying to her hands. Great. Now she was going to have another unrepentantly lecherous man looking over her shoulder, criticizing her technique, telling her how she had to smile more, to be more approachable to her fellow members of SHIELD. She wanted to throw up in her mouth.

"I would prefer Miss Bishop if it's all the same to you." She answered. "Personally, I never liked Hawkeye because that's a hand-me down and Sergeant makes me sound like I bark orders for a living."

The man (what had Peggy said his name was? She'd been a little distracted at the time) smiled. "I was glad to see such a competitive spirit between you and Miss Morse."

She frowned and glanced up at him. "What? Really?"

"Yes, of course. Competition encourages us to work harder and innovate. And that's exactly what SHIELD needs right now. We don't know what the next big threat is, but we know we'll need to be ready when it hits." He said, pulling out a notebook. "I wonder if there's anyplace we could speak, in private."

"Just don't let him hypnotize you, Hawkie," Bobbi called from across the training floor.

Elizabeth tried not to scowl. She hated it when Bobbi called her that. Bobbi had been working for SHEILD before Elizabeth had been born, which meant that even though they both answered to Captain Carter, Bobbi still treated Elizabeth like the rookie.

The doctor laughed and Elizabeth's trained senses picked up on the slightly nervous way he held himself. Something was wrong, this wasn't just a routine health inspection.

"Nothing so exciting, I'm afraid, Miss Morse. I merely need to interview you both so that I can recommend the correct guidance measures to Miss Hill." He said, turning back to Elizabeth. "I promise it won't take long, Miss Bishop."

She gave him a questioning look. Still, she was intrigued. Peggy had acted like he was important, something that was rare considering she didn't kowtow to any men, even ones higher up the chain than Director Hill. This fact, combined with his...nerves...must have meant something was afoot. Something important.

Sighing, she stood up. "Very well. But I've got half an hour free, before I need to instruct some trainees."

"Just scream if he pulls out any pendulums!" Bobbi called as she led him away to what was technically, her office. She didn't use it often, preferring to be in the training room or, best of all, in the field. Practice was nice, but nothing beat the real thing for honing her skills.

"Now," He said, as he sat down across from her desk. "I just want you to know, that even though this is a preliminary interview and your responses will influence my recommendations, I want you to feel free to speak to me as candidly as you like. Any admissions you make will remain between you and I...provided of course, that they don't justify legal action."

She folded her arms. "I appreciate that Mister...?"

"Dr. Manheim."

"Doctor. But I don't really have any big problems..."

Dr. Manheim lifted an eyebrow. "It says in your personnel file, that your parents were socialites? You don't think that had any negative effect on your upbringing?"

She shook her head. "My parents loved me and my sister, Dr. Manheim. Just because we were rich, doesn't mean we were dysfunctional."

"But it must create a rift between you and your team-mates. Captain Carter and Agent Morse both come from, humbler backgrounds, don't they?"

Elizabeth adjusted herself. This man was trying to corner her. Well, if he wanted a mental scrap, she was up for one. She wasn't going to be Pop-psyched by someone she had never met and had no reason to trust. "I wouldn't know...I never asked them."

Again, he raised an eyebrow as if she was being the problem here. "Well, what do you talk about with your partners, Miss Bishop?"

She shrugged. "Mostly work. Sometimes we play fuck-marry-kill with supers. Honestly, we don't talk that much. Peggy...she doesn't always get my uh...style of humor and Bobbi can be a bit of bitch when she wants to be."

Dr. Manheim scribbled something down. "Interesting that you refer to super-heroines as if you weren't one, Miss Bishop. You've worked alongside the Avengers, have you not?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. But you kind of have to have super powers to be a super-heroine, don't you think?"

"Most people would consider Captain Carter to be one of the world's greatest super heroines, despite her lack of meta-human abilities." The doctor pointed out.

Elizabeth frowned. "Look, it's not a big deal or anything. Some girls can shoot lasers out of their eyes...I use a bow and arrow. It's not that big of a deal, okay?"

"Does it frustrate you that Miss Morse has powers and you don't?" He asked, leaning toward her, pen at the ready to scribble down the emotional breakthrough that she was sure he thought he was on the verge of.

"Look, that's life." She said. She didn't like this, why had Peggy brought this guy in? Everything had been fine before he had.

"That doesn't mean you don't have a right to be frustrated by it." He said, with an easy going smile.

She squirmed, trying to think of someway out of this line of question. "Yes, okay, fine...I am...frustrated that Bobbi has powers and the two of us don't, okay?" (ELIZABETH: +2SP)(-43SP)

"Do you ever wish that you had powers?"

"Why is this such a big deal? It's not like I'm gonna crack and turn Bobbi into a pin-cushion." Elizabeth insisted, although she would be lying if she said that she hadn't thought about it.

"I am trying to help you, Miss Bishop. This whole session is for your benefit, so that I can help create work environment which is more stress free, for both you and Miss Morse." He said.

She fumed. Hill had better have a good explanation for this bullshit, usually she kept the three of them protected from this kind of bureaucratic, New-Age nonsense. "Yes, okay, sometimes, I wish I had powers, alright? But it's not that big of a deal...I'm still way more qualified than most people in this building!" (ELIZABETH: +3SP)(-40SP)

Including you, she thought bitterly.

"You take pride in your skill set, that's good, you deserve to." He said, as if she was a child that needed his coaching. "But you are also very young for your position. Does that ever bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me! But it's not that big of a deal, I can still kick ass better than anyone...except, Captain Carter of course."

"What about Director Hill? Do you believe you are more technically proficient than she is?" He asked.

"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked, with a glare.

"Please answer the question Miss Bishop. I have no stake in any conflict between you and your co-workers or superiors...I am merely here to facilitate you feeling more appreciated and safe by this organization."

"I mean, yes...okay, I am stronger and faster than she is, but that doesn't mean anything." (ELIZABETH: +1SP)(-39SP)

"What about Miss Morse?"

"Well, that's not fair...she's got powers..." Elizabeth answered, already sensing where this was going.

"But her powers are not as **** as say...Super Girl's. Neither is she invulnerable...it is possible to subdue or harm her without having any meta-human abilities."

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." Elizabeth said. "It's like if a man was allowed to compete alongside women in the Olympics. There's no point, because he would have certain...advantages...that women don't have."

"So you are saying that Miss Morse is more powerful than you are?"

"Why does it matter?" Elizabeth asked, standing up. "It feels like you just want me to feel bad about myself or something."

"Of course not, Miss Bishop. There is no shame in admitting that you are less powerful than a meta-human, and once you admit that you are, it will be easier to be confident about your own capabilities."

She fumed and flushed. "F-fine...Bobbi is...Bobbi is stronger and faster than I am." (ELIZABETH: +4SP)(-35SP) "Everyone knows that though, it's not a big deal."

"I think it is a big deal, Miss Bishop, I think you are holding yourself to an unrealistic standard." Dr. Manheim said, standing up. "How many hours a day do you exercise?"

"Between five and six hours each day." She said. "But I have to, I'd look lazy otherwise."

"Miss Bishop, I hope you understand that both your superior and your partner, are able to exercise so intensely because their bodies are heightened, either through the use of the Super Soldier serum or through a mutant ability. Holding yourself up to their standard, will only cause you to hurt yourself and, in the long-run, will end up being debilitating for your body and your career."

She sunk back into her seat. She knew, of course, that her regimen was unsustainable, but had been hoping to keep it going at least until she reached 30.

"I just...I don't want..."

"Go ahead. Tell me the truth, Miss Bishop."

"I just don't want to disappoint anyone." She admitted. (ELIZABETH: +2SP)(-33SP)

"And you feel that if you sit out exercises with the others, you will look lazy and weak by comparison?" He asked.

She nodded, the pit in her stomach opening up. She hadn't realized she was carrying so much around with her.

"You think you will disappoint Captain Carter most of all, don't you?"

It was her turn to look confused.

"You're mother died when you were very young, didn't she, Elizabeth?"

"Yes." She answered her gaze hardening. "But that doesn't mean the Captain is my substitute-mommy or anything, okay? She's just my mentor."

"If you had to save either yourself or Captain Carter, Miss Bishop, which would it be?"

"What, so now we're playing 'would you rather?'" She asked, hostility returning in full ****.

He frowned. "You were doing so well..."

Then he marked something down on his notepad and it occurred to Elizabeth that this man could jeopardize her position if he told Captain Carter she was uncooperative. She rolled her eyes.

"Captain Carter wouldn't need saving, she would save herself and me."

"Please answer the question, Miss Bishop." He pressed.

"Fine, I would save her, okay? She's going to live longer than I will and save a lot more people, in all likelihood. But that doesn't mean-"

"What if it was between Captain Carter and Director Hill?" He asked.

She ground her teeth together. "Why are you asking me this? Do you want me to be in trouble with my boss or something?"

"No, Miss Bishop, I want you to be honest...so that I can help you." He lifted the pen again, about to mark something down again.

"Fine, I would save Captain Carter okay." (ELIZABETH: +2SP)(-31SP) "But that situation would never happen, okay?"

"Now, if let's say, through some time travel shenanigans...you had to choose between saving your birth mother, Eleanor and Captain Carter, which would you choose?"

She stared at him in absolute rage and then stood up again, pushing her seat back. "This-this isn't making me feel better! You-you can't be a psychologist!"

"Miss Bishop, believe it or not, actually psychology involves people facing a lot of painful truths about themselves, before they can get better. Now, if you would please stop acting like an unruly child and face my query head on, you might learn something about yourself."

She had half a mind to smack him for that "child" comment. But that would disappoint Peggy. It might even get her kicked out of SHEILD. Or relocated to Alaska.

So, instead, she found herself sitting back down and speaking through gritted teeth. "I would save Captain Carter." (ELIZABETH: +9SP)(-22SP)

PEGGY

This was what happened, when women were allowed to dress up like men and run around like vigilantes. They got to thinking they were men. And where did that lead? To children who never knew their mothers. To wives treating their husbands like piggy banks. To women...touching each other...down there.

Peggy wasn't like those women of course, she served the military. She protected the law. And most importantly, she obeyed Dr. Manheim. She'd known that the powers that be, wouldn't let a woman run SHIELD and was relieved to have finally met the man who was REALLY in charge.

He'd tasked her with dealing with this...this...reprobate and she wasn't going to let him down. He might punish her if she did, after all.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, missy?" Peggy said, as Batwoman hung limply in her grasp.

"Peggy...long time no see..." Batwoman said, with an uneasy smile. "Could you please, let me down now?"

In Peggy's time, women had fought hard to earn the respect of the men around them. Nowadays, rich brats like this one pranced around in ridiculous costumes and opened their legs up for anyone who looked twice at them. They made women like her, the real feminists, look like idiots for proposing that women were citizens too, by rutting like animals and then complaining about being **** every time they got sloshed. Peggy considered turning the brat over her knee and giving her something to smile about.

But Dr. Manheim had told her not to make a scene. So instead, she grabbed the younger woman by the neck and swung her right side up, holding her by the neck a few feet above the pavement.

"We have an agreement." Peggy said. "The League doesn't interfere with SHEILD business and SHIELD doesn't spy on the League."

She leaned forward. "You've broken the arrangement."

The woman squirmed in Peggy's grip, eyes wide with fear beneath her mask. She was strong of course, stronger than most women in the world.

But Peggy was stronger.

Eventually, she let the woman go, let her fall to the ground and cough and gasp for air. She deserved it, spying on Dr. Manheim for the League. She'd probably planned to head back to the League's space station (there shouldn't be "stations" in space, the whole concept was bloody dangerous, what if one of them got hit by a comet and fell back to Earth?), to grovel at the feet of *bleh* Wonder Woman. Diana was not the Wonder Woman whom Peggy had fought alongside in the Second Great War. That woman had been brave and true. Her daughter, meanwhile, seemed to think that she should run the whole world, as if the world needed a woman in charge to be better.

Just thinking about the League, all those women, dressed like skanks, probably licking and kissing Diana every chance they got, made Peggy want to vomit.

"He...he's done something to Super Girl's mind..." Batwoman managed to get out, staring up at Peggy in awe and fear. "The man you let in...he's a mind controller..."

"Don't be ludicrous!" She ordered, causing the fallen woman to flinch. "That man is my superior and if you and your League of bondage enthusiasts ever want to work alongside SHEILD or the Avengers again, you'll show him and this organization a little more respect."

With that she turned, shaking her head. The world was going to hell in a handbasket. Thank goodness for men like Dr. Manheim.

GERRY

"There's no shame, Miss Bishop, in admitting that you have projected parental qualities onto Captain Carter."

Elizabeth didn't seem to think so. She was staring at the ground and I was sure that if I hadn't been there, she might have been crying.

"I'm sure she feels a similar way about you." I ended up saying. Oh yes, this arrow-flinging bitch was going to end up sucking from Peggy's tits by the time I was done fucking her mind.

"R-really?" She looked up, surprised.

"Of course. Miss Carter wanted a husband and children before she was cryogenically frozen...and I'm sure she views you and Miss Morse as proxies for those desires."

Elizabeth didn't look so sure but I didn't need her to believe me.

"She told me about what happened to you."

Her eyes suddenly bulged. "She-she what?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Miss Bishop. It doesn't make me think any less of you..." I promised.

"But...but she said she would never tell anyone...I-I only ever told her and Jessica..." Elizabeth said, suddenly despondent.

"She knew you needed my help, Miss Bishop. She was worried about you. So am I."

Elizabeth looked away.

"The first step to getting better is admitting that you have a problem." I said. This was bullshit I'd picked up from TV I was pretty sure, but she seemed to accept it. Stupid bitch. "I want help you overcome this incident that looms so large in your mind...but I can't do it, if you can't admit to me what happened."

"I-I hardly remember it..." She said, looking away. She had warmed to me, after this initial emotional breakthrough, but clearly she was still reticent about divulging real secrets towards me.

"I know. But I want you to tell me what you do remember, so that I can help."

She glanced up at me. "Did-did Peggy enlist you just to help me?"

I shook my head. "I'm helping Miss Carter with her own trauma as well, Miss Bishop. All of you super-agents, have experienced more than your fair share of loss and shock and I am here to help you move past it and accept it...so that you can live more fulfilling lives."

She sighed, hard. "Fine. When I was eighteen...I was walking through Central Park...and...I was assaulted." (ELIZABETH: +10SP)(-12SP)

"And what do you need Miss Bishop?"

She swallowed hard. I'd thought this would be the easier part. "I need your help, Doctor." (ELIZABETH: +2SP)(-10SP)

We talked for a few minutes after that. Elizabeth didn't remember the details of her ****. She'd suffered from "selective amnesia" according to the SHIELD records I'd hacked into in anticipation of my arrival. Still, I could tell that moment had been a defining one in her career, having inspired her to take up martial arts and eventually, become the vigilante who SHIELD had recruited.

I won't bore you with the details, the whole interaction was more sad than it was sexy. Still, it didn't dissuade me from my plan. I was going to take this broken woman, who was clearly addicted to exercise and suffering from a massive dose of PTSD and create for her a warm and comfortable life where the only thing she'd need to worry about was serving me.

As we exited her office, we were both taken aback by the shouting coming from the next room over.

"You make me sick! It's bad enough that you flaunt yourself in that ridiculous get up! It's bad enough I have to tolerate how much of a fucking deviant you are...I mean, it's fine for you to fantasize about other women, Bobbi. But every day, I see you staring at Elizabeth's ass and every day it makes me want to spew."

Uh-oh. The tolerance lock may have not been such a good idea after all. As fun as it was to make Peggy basically attack my would-be stalker, this outburst couldn't have come at a worse time.

As I ran to keep up with Elizabeth, who was dashing in the direction of the noise, I pulled out my phone. I had three notifications from the app, but I didn't have time to look at any of them. I quickly clicked to Peggy's profile and switched off her Tolerance Lock, before stowing my phone in my pocket.

"What's going on here?" Elizabeth asked, as I finally reached the gym doorway.

"I-I'm not sure..." Peggy looked genuinely confused. Bobbi on the other hand, was on the verge of bursting into tears. Her whole body was trembling. But not with the rage I'd expected. She looked...meek. Afraid. Ashamed.

I had to stop myself from grinning. She was twice, maybe three times as old as she looked and she worked for a woman who'd been frozen in the late 40s. Of course she was ashamed of her sexuality. In acting like an utter fucking maniac, Peggy had ended up helping me find the way I would wedge myself into poor Bobbi Morse's life.

"Bobbi...I...I'm not sure what came over me...I...please I..." Peggy stuttered. Bobbi was refusing to look at her. Elizabeth was staring at her in horror.

"Miss Morse, I think it would be best for you to come with me." I said, holding out a hand for her.

Under normal circumstances she would have rejected it. But her mentor, boss and role-model had just verbally abused her about her sexuality and she glanced hatefully at Peggy's shocked expression, as I drew her away. Then I glared at Peggy and felt a little tingle, knowing that I would get to punish her for her little display, soon enough.

I could use the punishment to hit get her up past 50. Maybe even to 60. Then she would be completely mine, my pretty super soldier enforcer, to help turn the rest of these women into my bitches.

I was so busy fantasizing, that I almost bumped into the worst possible person to meet at just this moment.

Maria Hill stared at the red faced Bobbi and then at me and then surveyed Peggy and Elizabeth's shocked silence. Then she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Just what the hell is going on here?" She asked.

Well.

Shit.