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November 12th, 1943
Agent Carter is way too interested in her, it's just strange. Taking my usual spot by her bed I grab her hand and rest my head next to it. "C'mon doll, don't leave me hanging." I know Carter is watching but can't really bring myself to care about her presence. That is until she tried to have me leave. "We don't know if she can be trusted, she is Zola's daughter." I scoff. "What do you really know Peggy, don't hold out on me just because you want to be sneaky." She sighs before opening a folder.
"Born December second of nineteen-thirty she is about thirteen years old. Biologically, however, she is around twenty-three and mentally we don't even know. She's brilliant knowing thirty languages, she has an IQ of about three-hundred. Believed to use over forty percent of her brain instead of twenty like everyone else, she has been compared to William James Sidis, Nathan Leopold, and Frances Galton."
I look back to Alex and my eye lock onto that collar. "Anyway to get that off of her?" Peggy shakes her head with a remorseful sigh. "It seems to be connected to her spinal cord, to remove it would kill her. I may not trust her, but that doesn't mean I want her dead." "Ich bin diejenige, die Sie von ihrem Standort und Ihrem immer noch mißtrauisch gegen mich Peggy Carter informiert?" We both turn to he sitting up and starting to remove the IV from her arm.
"I wouldn't do that, it's keeping you alive." "You're the informant?" She nods before turning to me. "Verstehen Sie Deutsch?" I raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs before considering me. "Вы понимаете Русский?" "I can tell by your accent that it's Russian, but I don't know enough of it to really know what you're saying. They taught somebody else all the languages." She huffs before narrowing her eyes at me. "Ce despre limba română?" That I understood. "Da, vorbesc limba romana." She sighs in relief. "Ce zici tu Agent Carter? Înţelegeţi ce vreau să spun chiar acum?"
Peggy tries to quickly translate but seems unable to. "I can tell it's Romanian, however, since it is not a country we're at war with right now, the language I seemed to need to learn at the current moment." Alex smirks before turning to me. "Acesta va fi secretul nostru mic atunci, nu-l va?" I let a chuckle escape at Peggy and now Steve's exasperated looks. "Da, da, va fi micul nostru secret. Dacă nu pentru alt motiv decât a face doar haz de ele."
"You know-" Steve starts annoyedly. "I'm pretty sure your mom always got mad at you for using the fact that I don't know Romanian to talk shit when I was right next to you." I turn to him fully. "What, you gonna tell on me?" He smirks. "Yup." Then Peggy -Steve- White.