[The going is slow, rough, cold and painful, but she's an agent and British and to hell with complaining even if snow is the devil's work on earth. She trudges forward, leaning heavily upon her makeshift crutch and then--
Agent Carter?
The sound of her name gets her to swing her head up and she hears the creaking of branches and the soft thud of snow up ahead, just out of range, just barely there.
taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
Agent Carter?
The sound of her name gets her to swing her head up and she hears the creaking of branches and the soft thud of snow up ahead, just out of range, just barely there.
She coughs and stops moving, calling back.]
Captain Spencer!