03/29/1972

Dear Diary,

I went to Peggy's house the day after my last entry. She was genuinely happy to see me. My dad's cover story fr my disappearance is that I was monitoring a potential threat. I mean, I was in a way. Peggy is married now, to a guy named Steve. I thought it was the same Steve she told me about over tea a while back, but that would be confusing. That Steve died in a German airship. I don't know.

We sat, sipped tea, talked, and dipped "biscuits" into our tea. Steve is funny, and somewhat cocky. He said it rubbed off on him from an old friend that passed away recently. He also talks weird. He speaks English, in a normal American accent, but he says weird things. Weird things like "Imma go do this." instead of "I'm going to go and do this." It makes me a bit uncomfortable, because English is written into my brain. I know every word, and how you use it correctly.

Anyway, I talked to a few agents that I knew before. Jaiden's sister, Merida, which I hadn't mentioned until now, is super pretty. She is thin, and strong. She has a round head. Her super curly hair is fiery red. She has deep blue eyes like Jaiden's. I think she and her husband are the only Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that know me. We are good friends, and she is married to Jaiden's old best friend, Robert.

We spend a lot of time together. She is just like Jaiden. Her senses of music and humor are impeccable. Rob likes to dance, and he jokes a lot as well. I am happy right now. For now.

Sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been trying to climb out of the hole I fell in after Jaiden passed. The Wintersoldat seemed to toss me a rope, but when we said goodbye, the rope broke. I fell further into my depression than before. I think that Merida and Rodert tossed me a ladder. I am now climbing out of the figurative pit with more ease than I was with only the rope.

~EAZ~