"I was performing surgery for the first time back then, so I didn't have much experience. But aren't you alive and kicking now? You're perfectly fine, aren't you? This doesn't even count as medical malpractice. You should be grateful I didn't leave the scalpel in your stomach."
When his embarrassing past was brought up, Evenson immediately pursed his lips in displeasure. Didn't my hand just shake when I was performing your heart transplant, causing me to insert it a little too deep? How long ago was that? Was there really any need to keep holding it against me?
Fortunately, Peggy Carter was merely curious and did not dwell on the matter, because there was something more serious to address. "I see. I thought fate had favored me at last, allowing me to escape aging and granting me power so I could make up for the greatest regret of my life."
"But in truth, I am merely a shell carrying power. My fate, my life and death, have always been in your hands, haven't they?"
"Why put it that way?" Evenson sighed. "After all, you are my most powerful creation. When I modified you, I knew that one day, you would become extremely powerful."
"But we had never met before. Everything I knew about you came from documents and files. You can know someone's face, but not their heart. If you grant someone that much power, you have to leave behind some sort of safeguard." Evenson looked at Peggy Carter and blinked. "If it were you, wouldn't you do the same?"
"That's true." Peggy Carter had founded S.H.I.E.L.D. and served as its director for many years. During that time, she had done many things. Some could see the light of day, while others could not. There were even some that kept