maria hill and peggy carter - orientation

[topofthehill]

[ maria wondered, privately, what the hell SHIELD had done to deserve to have another refugee from the past dropped into their laps.

rogers had been introduced to the twenty-first century all at once, while barnes had sparse recollections from his time as the winter soldier. it was enough that a few of the higher-ups were tasked with coming up with actual procedure. fury’s obsession with preparedness had paid off, though nobody expected to test it on peggy carter.

she’d been found washed up on the side of the hudson and brought to a facility. her first room was sparse, but not a mockup - they’d learned their lesson with rogers - before she was moved to a tenth-floor apartment. the idea was to introduce carter to the times slowly, over the course of a few days. SHIELD-issued starkphone, limited apps, no access to the internet. paper briefings only, mostly limited to the broad strokes of history and current persons of interest.

information about steve rogers, redacted. james barnes, redacted. HYDRA, redacted.

”Sir,” she’d asked fury, ”Do you think that’s wise?”

”Those two could be emotional triggers for her. Rogers damn tore the damn organization apart to find Barnes. I can’t imagine that Carter would be much different, for either of them. We won’t keep her in the dark for long, just to make sure she’s stable.”

“And why are you tasking me with acclimatizing her?”

“Peggy Carter was the head of SHIELD for decades. I’m not planning on handing her an appointment, but I’m not opposed to it either. You want to tell her that her boyfriend’s around, Hill? Be my guest. Your consequences. Dismissed.”

and now here she was: tour guide for a legend.

she raps her knuckles on the door to carter’s apartment, waits for the invitation, and opens. ]

Director Carter. Deputy Director Maria Hill. I’ve been assigned as your handler, as you’re getting accustomed.