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Agent Carter S03E08 Match 17914 Peggy Carter and Black Terror and Miss Masque vs. Dottie Underwood (Agent Carter) and Hammerhead (Marvel) and The Kangaroo


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Episode 8: Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive

August 5th, 1946.  New York City, New York.  The mansion of Howard Stark. 

“Just when exactly are you planning to show up at the office, Miss Carter?”  Peggy winced slightly as Acting Chief Flynn’s voice pierced through the telephone.  “I’m sorry, Chief Flynn, but…” 

“Acting Chief!” 

Peggy took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady as she sat on the couch in the living room.  Robert Benton, Diana Adams, and Angie sat around the room, watching in anticipation.  “Acting Chief Flynn.  But you did tell me to take time off.  I’m just following your instructions.” 

“Well now I’m giving you new instructions!  We’re up to our necks in paperwork here!  The mayor is having us run clean up on that Stilt Man fiasco, suspected Maggia are flocking to the city like it’s a convention.  And we STILL haven’t found that nutty actress!”  Peggy looked over at Diana, sipping a cocktail.  “Oh, you mean Diana Adams?  You don’t have any leads?”  Diana coughed and choked on her drink while Angie stifled a laugh.  “No, we don’t,” grumbled Flynn.  “But we have the situation under control.  If she tries to leave town, we’ll get her for sure.” 

“Don’t worry, Acting Chief,” said Peggy, winking at Diana.  “I’m sure she’ll turn up eventually.”

“Spare me the sympathy, Carter!” snapped Flynn.  “You just make sure to be in the office tomorrow morning at 8 sharp!”  Peggy was about to reply only to hear the slamming of a phone being slammed down and the line going dead.  “Good day to you, too, Chief,” Peggy said as she hung up the phone.  “You are too much, English,” Angie chuckled.  “That Flynn guy would have steam coming out of his ears if he knew that that lady he’s looking for is on the other end of the line!” 

“Well, I don’t think it was that funny!” Diana pouted as she refreshed her drink.  “I wasn’t trying to be funny, Miss Adams,” Peggy explained.  “You are still wanted by the SSR.  I need to know what they know so we can keep one step ahead of them.” 

“Fair point, Miss Carter,” said Dr. Benton.  “But this is still a dangerous game.  I just wish we could tell you more about how we have these… abilities.” 

“Maybe you can,” Peggy said.  She rose from her seat and walked over to a table where her purse sat.  She reached in and pulled out a picture of a bald man in a white suit jacket and a bow tie.  She handed the picture to Dr. Benton.  “Take a look at this.  Have you seen this man before?”  Dr. Benton squinted at the picture, then shook his head.  “I don’t know.  It’s very strange.  It’s as if I’ve seen that face before, but it’s as if something’s stopping me from knowing where.”  He handed the picture to Diana, who looked bored but examined the picture anyway.  A flash recognition appeared in her face, but then she frowned.  “Same here.  Maybe at the theater?  On the street?  He doesn’t look like much to me.” 

Peggy took back the picture.  “His name is Johann Fennhoff.  He’s an agent of an organization called Leviathan.  He is an expert in hypnosis.  When I encountered him before he was able to use his abilities to kill two SSR agents.” 

“Are you saying this Fenhoff guy hypnotized these to two to give them powers?” asked Angie.  “Maybe not the powers,” said Peggy.  “But both of you and our boomerang throwing friend seem to have been conditioned to forget you have powers, then use them expertly when threatened.  Perhaps Fennhoff or someone with his abilities found you, and tried breaking down those walls for you to access those powers again.” 

“But where did we get these powers in the first place?!” Diana cried.  “I don’t want to live in hiding with a bunch of cloak and dagger nonsense in my head!”  Dr. Benton walked to Diana’s chair and put and comforting hand on her shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Diana.  We’ll be able to figure this out.  Miss Carter will help us.”  Peggy looked at the pair with thoughtful expression.  “Are you sure you can’t tell us anymore, Dr. Benton?”  Dr. Benton looked insulted at Peggy.  “I don’t have anything to hide from you, Miss Carter.  My only desire is to make sure Miss Adams and any others like her are given the help they need.” 

“But Diana was saying that she could trust you,” Angie said.  “Maybe there’s something else that you might have forgot.  Something that you could…”

“I’m telling you, I remember nothing else!” Dr. Benton’s outburst silenced the room.  He looked at Diana, then cleared his throat.  “I’m sorry, ladies.  I have been under a lot of strain.  If you want answers, why not ask this Fennhoff person?” 

“That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear,” Peggy replied.  “I’ve been in contact with Daniel Sousa and Howard Stark.  They should be arriving at the prison where Fennhoff was confined today.  Then we’ll know whether or not he was in any position to be involved in this business.  Don’t worry, they won’t let us down,” 

“Ha!” Diana laughed dryly, and sipped her cocktail.  “Howard not letting me down.  That’ll be a first.”  Peggy smiled as the doorbell rang.  Jarvis hurried out of the kitchen to the door.  “Really, Mr. Jarvis, I could get that,” said Peggy.  “It’s not bother, Miss Carter,” said Jarvis, brushing himself off as he approached the front door.  “You feel free to continue your strategizing.”  Jarvis opened the door and froze in the doorway, a look of terror on his face.  Peggy turned to him in concern.  “Mr. Jarvis?” 

Jarvis grunted in pain as the kick to his midsection sent him falling backward into a suit of armor.  Dottie Underwood strode into the mansion.  She smiled sweetly at Peggy.  “Hey, Peggy.  Did you miss me?’ 

Arlington, Virginia.  Steadworth Prison. 

“We’re pleased to have you come to pay us a visit, Chief Sousa.”  The guard led Daniel Sousa and Howard Stark down a stone corridor lined with steel doors.  “We don’t get many visitors.  Well, we don’t get any visitors.” 

“The SSR just wants to check in on your prisoner, Pierce,” said Daniel.  “Your reports have been thorough, but we wanted to see if Fennhoff has been giving you any trouble.” 

“Oh no trouble at all, sir.  Me and Domenetto keep our eyes on him around the clock.”  Howard looked behind him and saw the outline of the guard in question.  “Yeah, sure you guys do great work.  But, um, where are the other guards?”  Pierce looked confused.  “Other guards?  There are no other guards.” 

Daniel and Howard shared a look.  “But there is supposed to be a whole squad stationed here at all times,” said Daniel.  “Oh there was, sir.  But the squad had been recalled.  They received their orders months ago.  Domenetto and I were told to stay here.  Makes sense, really.  Shouldn’t need a whole bunch of soldiers to watch one prisoner who doesn’t even leave his cell.”  Howard was about to say something when Daniel nudged him.  “Correct, Pierce.  That does make sense.  Carry on.”  Pierce nodded and moved further down the corridor.  “I don’t know about you, Sousa,” muttered Howard.  “But I’m beginning to feel the way I did when Rita told me Orson wasn’t going to be home.” 

“You’re right.  Somethings off here.  Did you see Domenetto?  Both him and Pierce seemed confused at the very idea that other guards would be needed.”  Howard grinned.  “Then I guess we’ll just have to keep our guard up.”  Daniel rolled his eyes as the two reached the door where Pierce was waiting for them.  “Here it is, gentlemen.  This is Dr. Fennhoff’s cell.”  Pierce banged his fist against the steel.  “Hey, doc!” he shouted.  “Company’s here!”  There was silence from the cell.  Pierce shrugged and turned back to Howard and Daniel.  “I suppose he’s resting.  Maybe you can come back later.”  Daniel took a step to the door.  “Sorry, soldier.  I need to see him now.” 

Instantly Pierce had drawn his pistol and aimed it at Daniel.  “Please step away from the door, sir,” he said in strained tones.  Daniel held out a hand to Pierce.  “Stand down, Pierce.  We just need to see Fennhoff.” 

“No!  You can’t!  I have my orders!”  Daniel’s eyes narrowed.  “Orders from who?”  Sweat beaded down Pierce’s face.  His eyes began to have manic look in them boarding on hysterical.  “I…  have… orders!  Step away from the door, or I will shoot!”  Daniel slowly moved aside from the door.  “Alright, Pierce.  Whatever you say.”  Daniel swung his crutch, knocking the gun from Pierce’s grip.  Daniel lunged forward and pinned Pierce to the wall with the crutch.  “Howard!” he yelled.  “The door!”  Howard pulled out two circular devices from his coat and placed them on the door.  Pierce pushed the cane away, knocking Daniel off balance.  “Domenetto!” he screamed before swinging a punch that Daniel blocked.  The tumblers in the lock clicked, and the cell door swung open as Domenetto ran towards them gun drawn.  Daniel swung his crutch to the head of Pierce, then ducked into the cell. 

The cell was completely empty.  A steel frame held a thin mattress and small basin of water were all that were inside.  “Hold it right there!” Domenetto commanded, pointing the gun at Daniel’s head.  Howard pulled out the ‘zapper’ and jammed it into Domenetto’s neck.  The guard convulsed and twitched until he fell to the ground unconscious.  “Well, look at us being a team,” Howard said.  “Don’t start,” Daniel said, exiting the cell and moving back down the corridor.  “These men must have been compromised by Fennhoff.  He’s in the wind.  We need to get in touch with Peggy.” 

New York City, New York.  The mansion of Howard Stark. 

Peggy stood at the ready, with Diana and Dr. Benton flanked her.  “Angie, get out of here now.”  Dottie quickly drew her pistol.  “Now, now. There’s no need to be rude.  I thought you’d enjoy having the old Griffith gang together again.” 

“I take it you know this woman?” Dr. Benton asked.  “Sadly, yes,” said Peggy not breaking eye contact with Dottie.  “What do you want, Dottie?” 

“Oh, I don’t want anything from you, Peggy,” Dottie said slowly moving into the room.  “Let’s just say I’m representing some men who have a problem with your masked friends here.” 

“You?  Working for the Maggia?” Peggy scoffed.  “How the mighty have fallen.  Leviathan’s top spy becomes Silvermane’s errand girl?” 

“Think what you like, Peggy.  And just in case you think you are going to stop me from leaving here… Boys?”  The imposing figures of Hammerhead and Kangaroo walked into the lounge.  “What you want, Miz Underwood?”  Kangaroo asked.  “Be a dear and escort Doctor Benton and Miss Adams to the car.”  Dottie turned her gaze back to Peggy.  “Then leave Miss Carter to me.” 

Jarvis leapt up and pushed past the henchmen and grabbed Dottie’s arm.  “Miss Carter!  Run!”  Dottie easily shook Jarvis off her and judo threw him to the floor.  “As gallant as ever, Mr. Jarvis.” Peggy charged forward and delivered a punch to Dottie’s face, as Diana and Dr. Benton followed after her.  Angie ran to the kitchen and slammed the door, as the battle was joined in the living room. 

OK:

Can Peggy, Black Terror and Miss Masque hold off the Maggia’s hit squad? 

Or can Dottie and her henchmen succeed in capturing one or both of our heroes? 

Stay Tuned to Find Out! 

Game On! 

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This would be a fun match to see. It will come down to who wins in the invulnerability war. Hammerhead's tough and can give Spider-Man a beating, but Black Terror can stop a subway dead in its tracks. Terror should win and help the others get the win. Just needs to make sure he does it before time runs out.

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Match Final Results

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FPA Calculation:
1 Total Votes cast
4.80 Total Combined Score
4.80 / 1 = 4.80 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Miss Masque and Peggy Carter and Black Terror: 2
Hammerhead (Marvel) and The Kangaroo and Dottie Underwood (Agent Carter): 0

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AND NOW THE CONCLUSION

August 5th, 1946.  New York City, New York.  The mansion of Howard Stark. 

Peggy flew back as Dottie delivered a kick to her chest.  She tumbled over the couch but sprang up block another strike from Dottie.  Hammerhead charged headfirst toward Benton.  He swung with a right hand and the fist struck with a clang.  Benton looked at his fist in shock, only for Hammerhead to knock him back with a punch of his own.  “You should’ve backed up,” he snarled.  He lowered his head and charged straight into Black Terror, running with him and crashing through a wall.  “Benton!” Miss Masque shouted.  She ran to the hole in the wall only to have Kangaroo leap in her way.  “What’s your hurry, doll?” he said.  He lunged toward Miss Masque, but she slid underneath him.  Angie ran toward the stairwell, helping Jarvis to his feet.  “Let’s go, Jarvis!” she shouted as she hurried up the stairs.  “We got to get out of here!” 

Miss Masque reached the table where her purse sat.  She pulled out a revolver, only to have Kangaroo’s fist engulf her hand.  “Girlies shouldn’t play with guns,” he leered, raising his fist to swing.  Miss Masque responded with a low blow that made the gangster howl in pain and release her.  “I’m no ordinary ‘girlie’,” she shouted.  She aimed her revolver, only for Dottie Underwood to crash into her.  Dottie got up first, grabbed a vase and hurled it at Peggy.  Peggy ducked and grabbed a floor lamp.  She swung it and it connected with Dottie’s face.  Kangaroo delivered a dropkick with both feet that sent Peggy slamming into the wall.  Knocked silly, she fell to the ground.  “Time to squash you like a bug!” Kangaroo growled.  Black Terror and saw the gangster getting ready to jump.  Miss Masque was still down on the floor.  “Miss Carter!” he yelled, only for Hammerhead to deliver a right hand to his jaw.  “You just stay outta the lady’s business!”  Peggy looked up as Kangaroo leapt into the air and came hurtling down towards her. 

And then he stopped.  Peggy looked in confusion, as the gangster seemed to be standing in mid air above her.  Kangaroo swayed back and forth, as if he was trying to maintain his balance on an invisible surface.  “Hey!  Hey!  What’s going oooooooon!”  Kangaroo flipped backwards through the air and crashed through a coffee table.  “Kang!” Hammerhead shouted.  “What are you doin’?”  Black Terror grabbed his arm and hurled him back into the lounge.  “We aren’t supposed to get involved in their business.  Remember?”  Peggy lay frozen on the floor.  She had the strangest sense, like the one she had during the fight with Miss Masque at the theater.  Like there was someone else in the room.  She squinted and could almost see something.  A shadow?  A shape?  But then it faded into nothing. 

Dottie scrambled to grab Miss Masque’s revolver, only for Miss Masque to grab her ankle and trip her.  Dottie spun on the floor and delivered a kick to Miss Masque’s face.  She fell away as Dottie got the revolver and pointed it at Peggy.  “I’m glad he didn’t kill you,” she said serenely.  “Doesn’t he know that’s my job?” 

“Dottie Underwood!”  Everyone turned to see Jarvis and Angie, standing behind Howard Stark’s ‘jitterbug’ invention.  “I order you stand down and surrender!” Jarvis shouted.  Dottie raised an eyebrow and smiled.  “That’s sweet of you, Mr. Jarvis.  But I think you’re in no place to make demands of me.  Not while I have a gun to poor Peggy’s head.”  Jarvis knelt down and started pressing buttons on the jitterbug.  “Not at all.  You do recall the device the incapacitated the men who had captured you?  Would you like to feel it’s effects first hand?”  Dottie’s confident expression wavered.  She gave a look to Peggy then ran towards the window.  “Kangaroo!  Hammerhead!  Move!”  The henchmen lumbered after Dottie, as Angie turned to Jarvis.  “They’re getting away!  You said you knew how to use that thing!” 

“Of course I do!” Jarvis shouted.  “Let’s see.  Carole Lombard’s measurements were…”  Black Terror looked on as Peggy picked Miss Masque to her feet and hurried to get behind the jitterbug.  “What is he going on about?” 

“No time to explain!” Peggy yelled.  “Get out of the way!”  Black Terror ran to jitterbug just as the sequence was put in by Jarvis.  Dottie crashed through the front window followed by Kangaroo and Hammerhead as the device fired a concussive blast that sent furniture and debris flying after them.  Peggy ran to the remains of the window.  Their attackers had gone.  The only thing she could detect, was the sound of a car’s wheels screeching in the distance.

Manhattan, New York.  The laboratory of Doctor Jonas Harrow. 

Madeline opened her eyes to find herself tied to a chair.  She was in a small, dark room with a mirror on the wall facing her.  She pulled on the restraints but they wouldn’t give.  “So sorry, Miss Joyce,” said Dr. Fennhoff, walking out of the shadows of the room.  “But we sadly must take these precautions.”  Madeline took a gulp of air to steady herself.  “I don’t know who you are,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking.  “But you should know that I’m a lot stronger than I look.” 

“Oh, we know, Miss Joyce.  That is why Doctor Harrow gave you several injections of sedative while you were under my sway.  It was enough to, in his words, knock out several herds of elephants.  But with your increased stamina they should simply reduce your strength to that of a normal, charming woman.”  Madeline began breathing faster, and tried again to pull free from the ropes on her wrists and ankles.  “Careful, Miss Joyce.  You mustn’t hurt yourself.  What did your mother always say?” 

“Gentle, gentle.”  Madeline paused, looking surprised to hear the words coming out of her mouth.  “And you should be aware,” Dr. Fennhoff went on.   “That if you did manage to free yourself, we would have no choice but to render permanent damage to that… charming husband of yours.” 

Tears sprang to Madeline’s eyes as she stared at Fennhoff.  “Where is he?  What have you done to Bob?!”  Fennhoff nodded thoughtfully.  “Bob.  Hmm.  Of course.  Naturally you would choose someone who shared a name with Dr. Benton.  The file did note you were attracted to him.  Something slipping through the conditioning.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Madeline sobbed.  “I don’t want any part of this!  Just let us go!” 

“Oh, we will, my dear.  We will.  But first there are some matters we would like to discuss with you.  Specifically what happened on your squad’s final mission.”  Madeline let her head fall back onto the back of the chair in resignation.   “I’m telling you.  I don’t know anything!”  Fennhoff pulled out a small notebook, and flipped through it.  “Actually, you do, Miss Joyce.  Just a matter of jogging your memory.”  He stopped at a page and pointed at an entry.  “Ah.  Here we are.  Now let’s see.  ‘One Life To Lose For My Country.’” 

Madeline instantly stopped crying.  She sat up straight in the chair, a look of resolute calm on her face.  Fennhoff gave a smirk of approval.  “State your call sign.” 

“Miss America,” Madeline said in a firm voice. 

“Who are the other members of your squad?” 

“Black Terror.  Fighting Yank.  Miss Masque.  Daredevil.” 

“Very good.  Now, give me the details of what happened on your team’s final mission.” 

Madeline’s head twitched and she gave a short gasp.  Then returned to her calm voice. 

“The squad was given orders by the Council of Nine to demonstrate our effectiveness on an enemy target.  We were informed of a Nazi scientific facility reported 5 miles west of the town of Homburg.  Our mission was to locate the facility, eliminate all personnel, and return to the states with any notes and equipment we could salvage.” 

“How many personnel were stationed in the base?” asked Fennhoff, checking the notebook. 

“20 scientists.  50 soldiers.” 

Fennhoff turned to the mirror and nodded, then looked back to Madeline.  “Tell me about the attack.” 

“Black Terror, Miss Masque, and Daredevil engaged the troops on the ground.  Fighting Yank and I provided air support, drawing enemy fire.”  Madeline paused, then flinched and closed her eyes.  “Go on, Miss America,” Fennhoff ordered.  Madeline took a breath then continued. 

“The soldiers had a mortar.  They fired at us.  One of the shells struck Fighting Yank and exploded.  He was stunned.  He couldn’t maintain flight.  He started spiraling out of control in the direction of Homburg.  Black Terror ordered Daredevil to see to Fighting Yank while we dealt with our objectives.”   

“And did you complete your objective?” asked Fennhoff.  “Did you eliminate all personnel?”  Madeline continued to stare straight ahead, but bit her lip before continuing.  “Yes.” 

“And what happened next, Miss America?”  Madeline’s hands clenched and unclenched, as she started to subconsciously pull on the restraints again.  Her voice was becoming more shaky, less sure.  “After we had… eliminated all personnel in the facility… Black Terror ordered us follow after Daredevil.  We… made it to the village… the village of… Homburg!  The village of Homburg.  Fighting Yank had crash landed and had been captured by the villagers.  He had been knocked unconscious and locked in a cellar.  Daredevil had… he… had engaged the villagers in combat.  One by one he cut them down, until he got to the cellar door and opened it.” 

“And what happened then, Miss America?”  Madeline was starting to hyperventilate, talking faster and more hysterical.  “Fighting Yank… Bruce…His eyes.  He was delirious.  There was nothing but rage.  The villagers tried to stop him, but… He was too fast, too strong for them.  We tried to get him under control, but the villagers turned on us.  They knew we were with him.  They attacked us, and we… and we…”

Madeline’s eyes grew wide in terror.  Her body heaved with her sobs.  “Oh God!  God forgive me!  We killed them!  All of those people!  We… I killed them!”  Fennhoff shook his head and closed his notebook.  “It was war.  They were Germans.  They were the enemy.” 

“They were civilians!” Madeline screamed.  “They weren’t a threat to us!  Not with our powers!  Why?!  Why did you do this to us?!  Why?”  Fennhoff stared dispassionately at Madeline, and she dropped her head and wept.  “Just make it stop.  Don’t ask me anymore questions.  I don’t want to remember anymore.  Make me forget again!  Make it stop!  Oh God, make it stop!”  Fennhoff started rubbing his ring.  “There, there, Miss Joyce.  That will do for now.  For now, just focus.”  Madeline slowly drew calmer and sat back up in her chair.  “That’s better.  Just rest.  Do not try to break the restraints.  Just sleep.”  Madeline’s eyes closed and she let her head drop to her chest. 

Fennhoff gently closed the door to the cell.  He walked over to the men staring on the other side of the two way mirror watching Madeline.  There was a man with brown hair in a brown suit, Count Nefaria, and Daredevil standing at attention.  “Very impressive, doctor,” the man in the suit said.  “You should be congratulated for your work.” 

“You flatter me, Mr. Wells,” Fennhoff said.  “Whoever your masters hired for the conditioning of these subjects was skilled, but not and expert.  A few visits with each of them, facsimiles of their costumes, and some violent stimulation.  All that was needed to bring their powers to the surface.”  Wells turned to Daredevil.  “Is what she said correct?  Is that what happened?”  The masked man nodded.  Wells shook his head.  “And you had been on the run ever since.   The Council certainly did smashing work on all of them.  5 super soldiers, long before Erskine was able to get his formula to work.  If only Fighting Yank hadn’t gone rogue.  We could have ended the war in months.” 

“And secured wealth and influence for the Council as well, eh, Mr. Wells?” Nefaria chuckled.  “Now, the Council maybe no more, but we can still make some use of your friend.  But after the fiasco at Stark’s, I’m sure that Agent Carter will continue to be an inconvenience to us.  Perhaps our devil can see to her?  Would Peggy Carter meet with you if asked her?” 

Fred Wells gave dangerous grin.  “I know Peggy.  I’m sure she would love to see her fiancé again.  And then to meet her brother too.  One last time.” 

Next Time: It’s A Sin to Tell a Lie! 

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