Being an assassin wasn't hard per say, it was more mind working. Today was no different- actually worse. You'd been sent to assassinate agent Peggy Carter.

Sneaking into a ball and dancing with a wealthy man was the easy part, the hard part would be putting a bullet through the woman's skull.

While at the drinks getting one for the slob of a man you were stuck with the woman came up to you

"I'm Peggy Carter, I haven't met you before,"

Of course you responded back hiding your real identity

Later that night you had gotten Peggy in your clasp, right in your trap, till you were alone in a hallway and the barrel of a gun was on the back of your head

"I'm not and idiot, darling"

Her British accent lacing her words