Chapter 22 : The Unspoken Truth

Washington D.C., 1946 – The Foundation of SHIELD

The Strategic Scientific Reserve was officially transitioning into SHIELD—the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. A new era was beginning, and Peggy Carter stood at its center.

From the outside, it seemed like a natural evolution: the world had changed, and the United States, along with its allies, needed an organization to counter the growing threats left behind by the war.

But Peggy and Howard knew better.

Hydra had been erased. Not by war trials, not by politics, but by a phantom.

And they both knew exactly who that phantom was.

Alex Rogers.

The twin brother of Captain America. A man history would never record, but one who had already shaped the future.

A Private Conversation

Late at night, in Howard Stark's private study, he and Peggy sat across from each other, whiskey glasses in hand.

Peggy broke the silence first. "Shadow Garden."

Howard exhaled. "Yeah."

"He's not just fighting Hydra," Peggy continued, voice low. "He's erasing them. Every last trace. Every remnant, every cell, every operative. Quietly. Efficiently. No arrests, no trials—just disappearances."

Howard swirled his drink. "And do you blame him?"

Peggy sighed, rubbing her temples. "No. Hydra would have just wormed its way into SHIELD. Into the government. Into the world. We would've spent decades trying to root them out."

"But he did it in months." Howard smirked. "Gotta admit, that's impressive."

Peggy shot him a glare. "It's terrifying."

Howard leaned forward. "Is it, though? Let's be real, Peg. You and I are building SHIELD because the world needs protection. But the bureaucracy? The politics? The oversight? That'll slow us down."

Peggy's grip tightened on her glass. "You think SHIELD will fail?"

"Not fail," Howard corrected. "Just… be limited. We'll fight threats we can see. But what about the ones in the dark? What about the ones the government refuses to acknowledge?"

Peggy exhaled. "That's what Alex is handling."

Howard nodded. "He's doing what we can't."

Silence stretched between them.

The Shadow in the Dark

Peggy stared out the window, deep in thought. "Do you think he'll ever stop?"

Howard chuckled. "You knew him, Peg. Even back then. He was never built to stop."

She closed her eyes, memories flooding back. The war. The missions. The way Alex always stayed in the background, letting Steve take the spotlight.

Even now, he wasn't fighting for recognition. He wasn't fighting for a legacy.

He was fighting because someone had to.

Peggy shook her head. "I just wish he'd talk to us. Let us help."

Howard scoffed. "And say what? 'Hey guys, I'm running a secret organization of trained assassins dedicated to wiping out threats before they exist'? Yeah, I'm sure that'd go over well with the higher-ups."

Peggy sighed. "It's reckless."

"But it's working."

Peggy turned to him. "Then what do we do?"

Howard leaned back, smirking. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Howard shrugged. "We build SHIELD. We handle the threats we can. And when something really bad happens—something we can't touch? Maybe… just maybe… we trust that he's already handling it."

Peggy exhaled. "So we pretend he doesn't exist?"

Howard raised his glass. "Officially? Alex Rogers is dead. Unofficially? He's the best-kept secret in history."

Peggy didn't like it. She hated it. But she also knew Alex.

If this was his path, nothing would change his mind.

She finished her drink and placed the empty glass down with finality.

"Alright, Howard. We build SHIELD. We play the long game." She turned toward the window. "But one day, I will see him again infront of the world."

Howard smirked. "I wouldn't bet against that."

Elsewhere…

A hidden facility. A darkened chamber.

Alex Rogers stood before a kneeling figure, his top operative, a silver-haired girl with piercing violet eyes.

"Report."

"All remaining Hydra cells in Europe have been eliminated," she said smoothly. "The remnants in America are dwindling. Soon, there will be nothing left."

Alex nodded. "Good."

Shadow Garden's mission wasn't over. Not yet.

Not until the world was truly free.

And if Peggy and Howard thought he'd ever stop?

They didn't know him well enough.

Washington D.C., 1946 – The Morning After

The early morning light filtered through the curtains of Peggy Carter's apartment, casting a warm glow over the two figures lying in bed.

Peggy stirred first, blinking sleepily as she felt the warmth beside her. She turned her head, gaze landing on the man beside her.

Alex Rogers.

Even now, after everything—the war, the losses, the years apart—it felt surreal that he was here, lying next to her.

But it was real.

Her fingers traced along his bare shoulder, the scars of battle still marking his otherwise perfect form. He had changed since the war—honed, sharpened, more calculating than before. But last night… last night, he had been the Alex she remembered.

She smirked. And maybe even better than she remembered.

"You're staring," Alex murmured, eyes still closed.

Peggy chuckled. "I suppose I am."

Alex opened his eyes, those sharp, knowing eyes that always seemed to see too much. "Regretting it?"

Peggy scoffed. "Not in the slightest."

Alex smirked but didn't say anything, simply exhaling as he stared at the ceiling.

Peggy studied him. He had no intention of staying. She could see it in his eyes.

"You're leaving again." It wasn't a question.

Alex turned his head toward her, his expression unreadable. "You always were too sharp for your own good."

Peggy sat up, the sheets slipping slightly. "And you're too stubborn for yours."

Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I told you, Peg. My war isn't over."

Peggy clenched her jaw. "Hydra is finished."

Alex met her gaze. "No. The world thinks Hydra is finished. I made sure of that. But there will always be people like them. Always men willing to manipulate, control, and corrupt. If I stop now, it's only a matter of time before another threat rises in their place."

Peggy's fingers curled into the sheets. "And you think you alone can stop them?"

Alex's smirk was almost sad. "Not alone. I have others."

Peggy exhaled, rubbing her forehead. She wanted to argue. She wanted to tell him he didn't have to do this. But deep down, she knew there was nothing she could say to change his mind.

She closed her eyes for a moment before looking at him. "At least tell me one thing."

Alex tilted his head.

"Are you happy?"

A long silence stretched between them.

Finally, Alex spoke, voice softer than before.

"I'm… at peace with what I'm doing."

It wasn't the answer she wanted.

But it was the only one she would get.

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Howard Stark's Lab – The Tesseract Exchange

Howard Stark wasn't easy to surprise. But when Alex Rogers walked into his lab unannounced, casually carrying a certain glowing cube, Howard nearly spilled his drink.

"Well, well, if it isn't the world's most elusive dead man." Howard set his glass down, eyeing the Tesseract in Alex's hands. "I take it this isn't a social visit?"

Alex smirked, tossing the cube in the air and catching it effortlessly. "Got something for you, Stark."

Howard scoffed. "Yeah, I can see that. Where the hell did you even—" He stopped himself. "No. You know what? I don't wanna know."

Alex set the Tesseract on the table between them. Its blue glow pulsed softly, filling the room with an eerie light.

Howard whistled. "You sure about this? You could do a lot with this little beauty."

Alex's expression darkened. "And that's exactly why I don't want it."

Howard nodded slowly. He wasn't stupid. He knew what kind of power the Tesseract held. And he also knew that, in the wrong hands, it was catastrophic.

"You trust me with this?"

Alex smirked. "I trust you more than the government."

Howard chuckled. "That's not saying much."

Alex's gaze hardened. "Use it wisely, Stark. If it falls into the wrong hands, I'll know."

Howard raised an eyebrow. "And what? You'll swoop in and take it back?"

Alex's smirk didn't fade. "Something like that."

Howard sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You really are becoming a ghost, huh?"

Alex turned toward the door. "No, Stark. I already am."

And with that, he disappeared into the night.

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The World Moves On

Peggy and Howard never spoke of their meeting with Alex to anyone.

SHIELD was established. It became the world's greatest defense against threats they could see.

But the threats they couldn't see?

That was Alex's domain.

And as the world moved on, one truth remained:

The Shadow still watched.

And when the world needed him most, he would be there.