New York City, 1946

In 1946, planet Earth was still very much a man's world. Agent Peggy Carter was doing her best to fight against the status quo, one covert mission for the SSR at a time, but progress was excruciatingly slow.

You find the beautiful WWII veteran in an automat in New York City. After a hard day's work, she's sitting alone in a booth, enjoying a cup of coffee.

Peggy's just as stunning as she was reputed to be. With her fair skin, lustrous brown hair, and one hell of a body, it's clear she could have found stardom in Hollywood's Golden Age, if she hadn't instead devoted her life to espionage. Currently, she's wearing a blue jacket and skirt that only further flatter her pleasing form. A jaunty red brimmed hat rests next to her cup of joe.

“Peggy Carter?” You ask, approaching her, as if you could possibly confuse such an exceptional woman for any of the other featureless patrons of the diner.

“Yes?” She responds, looking up at you. With her gorgeous brown eyes trained on you, you can't help but smile a little wider.

“I'm The Protector.” You tell Agent Carter, joining her at her table. Because of your power, she doesn't object to your intrusion.

“An odd name for a nice young girl.” Peggy says, maintaining her cover identity as a simple phone-operator.

“Maybe I'm not so nice. I'm SSR.” You respond. Taking Peggy's paper napkin, you hand it to her, mentally telling her it's your ID. It was a trick you'd picked up from watching some lame sci-fi show, and one that often served you well.

Peggy stares intently at the paper towel, focusing on a small coffee stain, reading words that exist only in your mind.

“Oh my. It says you've been transferred to the New York office. I look forward to working with you, God only knows we need more women in the agency.” Peggy hands you back your “pass” with a smile that lights up her entire face.

“Funny you should mention that.” You say, tossing the worthless napkin aside “As I've been assigned to you. I'm your new partner.”

“A partner?” Peggy smiles. “Maybe they've finally found someone who can keep up with me. I trust you can handle yourself?”

Reaching out, you put your hand on Peggy's gently stroking it.

“And then some.” You reply, savoring the freedom to do whatever you want with Agent Carter.