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You did good Chris. 

You gave an entire generation a shining star in Steve Rogers. Not only in strength, but in courage. In valor. In getting back up every time you fall, in fighting for what’s right even if everyone is against you. In being kind, being selfless, being determined, being loyal. 

It was never about the super speed, strength, and shield for me.

Steve is hope, inspiration, a friend during the darkest of times, a beacon of light when the world is against you. Steve is adjusting in a place you don’t feel like you belong, loving so fiercely you become almost reckless, sorrow so painful it makes you ache, smiling despite it all and holding yourself tall. 

Thank you Chris for taking on this role even when it terrified you. Thank you for embodying this character, for not only portraying his ideals, thoughts, and behaviors so perfectly, but for adopting them and working towards being a better man. 

I’ll always believe we deserve a more Steve central cap 3. Maybe one day we’ll get that.

But for now, I just wanted to say, Captain America won’t disappear even if Chris is done playing Cap. Even if someone reprises the role, there’s only ever going to be one Cap. Chris is an iconic Steve Rogers. Even if A4 is the last time we see him on screen, he has a place in our hearts that ensures his legacy, his love, his story will always be there. 

That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb and too brave not to run away from a fight, I’ll follow him forever. 

Thank you Chris Evans for being our Captain. Thank you for bringing Steve Rogers to life. 

Protect - Steve Rogers x (f)Reader x Sister!Romanoff

Words: 1992 Pairing: Steve Rogers x (f)Reader x Sister!Romanoff Featuring: like most of the avengers Warnings: Anxiety, swearing Requested by @subject-a-9 “Hi I was wondering if I could have a Steve Rogers imagine where the Reader is Natasha’s baby sister? This would take place during Tony’s party during The Age of Ultron and The Reader would be super nervous to attend the party because of her anxiety but Natasha would pick out a dress for her and encourage her sister to attend. At the party the Reader would end up spending a lot of time with Steve and that would make Nat really happy. During the after party Steve would protect the ReaderfromUltron” Authors Note: I probably put in more than the request asked for but I just, really liked this request so TADA! AND, if you didn’t see my post earlier, I want to thank you all for 2000 followers! I love you! Thank you for the support :)

Masterlist.

You sat at the Avengers Tower listening in on the Avengers mission talks. You hated the fact that you couldn’t help them on the mission, but you also liked being at the tower alone. Sometimes being alone was nice- especially when your anxiety was big on getting at you.

You listened to your team talk, and wished you could be there to help. Especially when your sister shouted that Clint was hit.

Sure, your arm wasn’t broken anymore- thanks to your amazing doctors. But everyone on the team insisted that you stay behind. Especially since you’re new to the team.

Natasha managed to fracture your arm when she was helping you train. She kicked at your legs and you landed on the floor- she was trying to prove a point, but you ended up landing on your right wrist wrong.

She just wanted to see if you had learned the same things as her- and she felt horrible when she hurt you.

You didn’t know many people on the team. Sure, you knew Natasha, she’s your sister- not really a way to get away from knowing her. And of course, you know Clint. With him and Natasha being such great friends, you can’t really get out of knowing him either. And you knew Tony a bit. You met him once when Natasha got a job working for him undercover. You were suppose to make the gig look real by showing up at her job to take her to lunch. And Tony Stark, of course, was there.

You trained in the Red Room only a few years under Natasha, since you are the younger sister- so it’s not like you joined the team clueless.

You snapped back to reality when you heard some talk of coming back to the tower. The Avengers probably hadn’t even known you were listening in, your so quiet. Sometimes, Natasha even tells you, “I don’t know how you were able to get through the Red Room, you’re so introverted.”

And usually, your replies are, “Once you start, you can’t stop.”

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A post dedicated to casual weekend Scully. A Scully that we all deserve more of

Some fairly good-looking stranger. ( buckyxreader )

So hi guys, this is my first fic, story, imagine, call it the way you want to.

I apologize if there’s something wrong with the grammar, I’m not a native English speaker so, sorry, really.

And this is the end, lmao. Hope you like it!

(I’m too sleepy to send you the link so here you go @marveliskindacool)

Warnings: language maybe? Idk, description of stitching wounds, and that’s it, really.

Czytaj dalej

Sparrows and Iron (Part Eight)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Well… This got uncontrollably long.. Be forewarned, this part was mostly filler and explanation, but the next two are going to start getting to the angst plot. My favorite kind… Enjoy the fluff while it lasts!

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Previous Parts: One~Two~Three~Four~Five~Six~Seven

Word Count: 1,701

Explosions and gunfire raged around the Avengers. The HYDRA base was heavily defended, but the team had come prepared. They were spread out all over the area, each working on wearing down the enemy defenses.

Nat, get over to Wanda. She’s about to be overrun!” (Y/N) shouted to her friend. “I can handle the situation here.”

As if to prove her point, she used her wings to twist herself upwards, kicking two stray agents into unconsciousness on her way down.

“I got this, go!”

Natasha nodded and ran off to find the mind reader.

“Hey Tony!” (Y/N) called through the comms. “Clint is gonna need a lift in about 30 seconds, northeast corner of the roof!”

“I’m on it.” came the reply.

“(Y/N), what  else have you got for me?” asked Steve’s voice.

She paused to fend off an agent.

“Not much, as far as inner defenses.” she yelled back. “I’m still not too great at controlling what I see, and battles are harder to predict since there’s so many variables that are constantly changing.”

“I understand.” the Captain replied. “We’ll just have to face it the old-fashioned way.”

“Right up your alley then, Rogers.” (Y/N) snarked.

“Haha, very funny, Agent X. You’ve been spending too much time with Stark.”

“Well,” she replied, dropping an agent off the roof, “He is my boyfriend, Cap.”

-One Year Ago-

(Y/N) woke in a hospital bed with a sleepy Tony dozing at her side. Blinking the rest from her eyes, she nudged his hand with her own, jolting him awake.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered, sitting up. “You’re okay!”

He smiled, but then it dropped.

“I- I thought…”

Before he could continue, Natasha walked through the door.

“Well, Stark? How is-”

She cut off, noticing (Y/N)’s consciousness.

“You’re awake, I see.

(Y/N) shyly nodded, her uncovered wings nervously drawing closer to her body. Then, she spoke.

“How long was I…”

“About twelve hours.” the redhead shrugged. “You should have seen, Stark, he practically had a meltdown when they said it might be a while before you woke.”

Tony shot her a glare.

“I did not…”

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but (Y/N) could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. After a brief pause, she addressed the assassin.

“I believe you had some questions for me, Agent Romanoff?”

Natasha seemed somewhat surprised by her eagerness.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest up a bit first?”

(Y/N) shook her head, readjusting her wings as she sat up.

“No. I think it’s time to be honest with you.” she said, glancing at Tony. “All of you. After all, if I don’t trust you, how can I expect any of you to trust me?”

The spy thought about this for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay. But since you haven’t been cleared by Banner or Cho yet, the team is gonna have to come in here.”

(Y/N) smiled.

“Good thing this hospital room is so big then.”

Nat smirked. She had to give the girl some credit for having a sense of humor despite her circumstances.

“In that, case, I better go round everyone up.” she replied.

With that, the spy turned and walked out, leaving the pair alone.

There was a slight pause. Tony cleared his throat.

“So, um…” he trailed off.

“You were worried about me?” (Y/N) teased lightly.

He cleared his throat again.

“Maybe just a little bit…”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Okay, I was worried.” he admitted.

“But I knew you’d be alright.”

He hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something else.

“Is the great Tony Stark at a loss for words?” she joked, smiling slightly.

But Tony remained serious.

“Yeah, I guess I am… Who woulda thought, right?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “The playboy billionaire, no strings attached, got caught in a mess of heart strings.”

He looked at her sincerely.

“I play it cool, pretending like I got my act together, but one glance at you and I’m suddenly a hot mess.”

Tony sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you so suddenly… I’ll just-”

“No Tony, I understand. I… It’s the same with me.” (Y/N) admitted, turning slightly pink.

Tony looked up, suddenly filled with hope. He reached over and took her hand in his, grinning like a kid on Christmas day. He leaned forward a bit, closing the gap between them.

“Well in that case, I-”

Just then, the door opened to reveal Natasha and the rest of the Avengers. The redhead raised an eyebrow, taking in their close proximity.

“I hope we’re not interrupting anything…” she smirked.

(Y/N) went bright red as the team filled the room.

“By the way,” Nat added, glancing at Tony, “Bucky just got back from his solo mission. He’s here to meet the new recruit.”

Her choice of wording was quite purposeful. She shot a small smile to (Y/N) who responded similarly. However, her face dropped when Bucky came in. She didn’t panic, but she started breathing deeply as if to calm herself. The heart monitor beeped more rapidly, but (Y/N) didn’t display any emotion.

When Bucky caught sight of her, he seemed confused, as if he were trying to remember something important. Then, his face showed guilt and regret.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

“What?” Tony asked, looking between the pair.

(Y/N) turned to him shakily, her voice unsteady.

“When I was with HYDRA…”

She swallowed nervously, hesitating.

“I knew the Winter Soldier.”

Tony frowned, glaring at Bucky.

“Knew how?

(Y/N) shook her head, unable to speak.

“I tortured her.” Bucky stated emotionlessly, staring at the floor.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.” (Y/N) comforted softly.

He looked up, as if he couldn’t believe that she was so quick to forgive him. (Y/N) smiled, though there was a solemn air to it.

“You know, I never even knew your name… Bucky, is it?” she asked, glancing at Natasha for confirmation.

Bucky nodded.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you properly.” she said, holding out her hand.

He slowly came over and shook with her.

“Likewise.”

Releasing her grip, she sighed.

“Now, I suppose it’s time to tell you all my story… There are some parts that even I don’t know, so bear with me, if you would.

“I was created by HYDRA, scrapped together from some mutant DNA, just because they could. I was meant to be a weapon, but my mother apparently realized the error of her loyalties. She defected from HYDRA and tracked down my father.”

(Y/N) paused.

“I, um… My father and I never met my mother. She died to protect our identities.

“My powers were quite apparent, even towards the beginning of my childhood. My father helped me to keep control of them, but… There were variables that even he couldn’t have predicted.

“I joined a group of people who were like me. Mutants, I mean. I used my abilities to protect humans, similar to what you do here. I was doing something good, helping people. But HYDRA found me.

“I suppose they must have found some of my blood from when I’d been wounded at one of the sites… and they registered it as mine. So they set a trap for me, and that’s how I wound up their prisoner.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, almost reluctant to continue. She dropped her gaze, suddenly fixatedd on playing with the seam of the hospital blanket.

“That’s… how I met the Soldier. HYDRA wanted information, you see. Wanted to know where I’d been, how my mother got me away from them…”

She took a deep breath.

“I couldn’t…” her voice broke. “I had to protect my family.”

FInally, she looked up to Tony.

“It was the only thing that kept me going, really. KNowing that I was keeping them safe.”

(Y/N) turned to Bucky.

“I never blamed you, or hated you for what you did. Because of my powers, I knew a bit about what they had done to you. You were just as much a prisoner as I was. But in your future… I knew things would get better.”

She smiled a little.

“SHIELD found me and, well, here we are.”

The Avengers, who had been listening intently, remained silent, somewhat moved by what they’d heard.

“You haven’t explained about your powers yet.” Natasha observed. “Why you’re so afraid them, what happened when you lost control…”

“I’d rather not ever speak of that, if you don’t mind.” (Y/N) replied, shaking her head. “It brings up… bad memories.”

The team nodded in understanding. Then, Bucky spoke up.

“What’s your father’s name? We could find him for you. I’m sure he’ll want to know you’re alive.”

(Y/N)’s face grew somber.

“I- I think he’s dead.”

Breathing deeply, she continued, “We had a special bond, you see. I could always sense his mind, but now… I don’t know if it’s just something that HYDRA did, or…”

She paused, struggling to keep her voice even.

“He was already an old man when I was taken. The news of my capture was most likely the tipping point.”

She chuckled sadly, wiping away the tears that had come to her eyes.

“His students used to call him ‘Professor X’… but he was always Papa to me. He used to call me his little Sparrow.”

(Y/N) looked to the Avengers with sudden composure.

“I’d like to think he’d be proud of me if he could see me now…” she sighed, then her face lit up as if she’d just thought of something.

“He would’ve liked you all, though.”

She smiled, glancing down briefly.

“You said you were part of a team?” Steve asked.

(Y/N) nodded. Exchanging a glance with Natasha, the Captain continued.

“How would you feel about joining ours?”

A joyful grin spread across the mutant’s face.

“Well…” she began, “I’m a bit out of practice, but I suppose I could give it a try.”

Natasha smiled.

“Welcome to the team, Sparrow.”

First Impressions (Young! Loki X Young! Reader)

Words: 1634 Pronouns used: She/Her Warnings: fluff

Your POV “Come along (Y/n), this will be fun!” My mother squealed.

“Odin and Frigga have two boys around your age, now that I think about it.” My father followed up. I sighed and rested my hand against my chin, looking out the window of the carriage. “At least pretend to be excited when we get there.”

Putting on my best smile, I giggled. “Of course, father! Why wouldn’t I be excited?”

“That’s the spirit, dear.” The carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of a large castle. The driver helped us out while his assistant grabbed our luggage and carried it to the front door. A large, burly looking man opened the door and shook my fathers hand.

“Faas! Good to see you!” The man boomed. “And Alva, you still look as beautiful as ever.” (They are your parents)

“Odin, wonderful to see you too.” My father smiled. The two had been friends since childhood, and they hoped you and Odins sons would get along as well. A lady dressed in gold appeared behind him.

“Invite them in, Odin.” She said.

“Hello Frigga!” My mother practically sang. The lady ushered you in, and you gathered in the kitchen.

“Of course, you two know (Y/n).” My mom gushed.

“Oh, we haven’t seen you since you were a babe. If you wish, our sons are in the library.” Frigga smiled.

I thanked her and rushed out of the room, my dress flurrying behind me. I roamed the castle, peeking behind all the doors in attempt to find the library. I passed a room, poking my head in to see two boys. One was sitting in a chair reading, while the other was leaning on the back of the chair.

“Come on brother! Let’s spar!” The blond one whined.

“Thor, I’m trying read.” The black haired one replied.

“But Loki-”

“I’ll spar with you.” You interrupted. The two looked at you in surprise before Thor started to laugh.

“You? You are merely a girl!” Thor chuckled. “But if you really want to go, I’ll go easy.”

He led me to a room with matts on the floor and padded walling. Loki counted down, still engrossed in his book.

“Go.” Thor came towards you at full speed, attempting to take you down. I side stepped, taking his arm and flipping him which took him down for the count.

“I never thought a lady could be so… Manly!” Thor exclaimed. “I am Thor, and this is my brother, Loki. What may we call you?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n (l/n).” I laughed. “Say, could you show me back to the library? It was rather big and I’d love to look at what books you have.” Thors face fell, but he reluctantly led the way, Loki trailing behind us.

I grinned excitedly, thanking Thor before running off to find a book. “Aha!” You exclaimed, twenty minutes later, holding a midgardian book called ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ I began to climb down the extremely tall ladder, but it began to wobble, causing me to loose my footing. “oomph!” Was I dead? No, I couldn’t be. So how…? I opened my eyes and saw Loki holding me bridal style.

“You really should be more careful. You’ll get hurt if you keep being so reckless.” I’m sure in that moment, my face would put a tomato to shame.

“Thanks. Can you, uh, put me down now?” He set me down on the ground gently before going on his way. I found a chair in the room, sitting on it and beginning my book.

“Miss, dinner will be served soon. You’ve been requested by the sons of the household.” I looked up from my book at the maid.

“Of course. Would you mind showing me the way?” I asked.

“Not at all.”

Third person POV

That evening you sat under the covers on the guest bed, reading a book about constellations and midgard with a flash light. A knock on your door could be heard, but you were so caught up in the information that you didn’t hear it. The door creaked open, and a grumpy looking Loki walked in.

“I can see your light from across the hall, would you please go to bed?” He seethed.

You peeked out from under the covers and shone your light on him. “Sorry, but this book is really good!” He walked over and threw back the covers to reveal you and your book.

“You like Midgard?”

“Yes, it fascinates me! The constellations, their methods of buildings. Oh, my favorite era was the 1950’s!” You began to explain.

“Well one day, I’m gonna rule Midgard.” He grinned. “If you want, I’ll let you help me take over.”

“But we barely even know each other!”

“So? I’ll need a queen.”

You stared up at him and laughed. “Yeah, alright!”

The next day, you wandered down to the library with the large book, having agreed to meet Loki there last night. You heard girlish voices and a few deep chuckles coming from inside.

“Oh Thor, you’re so smart! Could you maybe help me with my homework?”

“Yes, me too?” Two girls sat on either side of Thor, pressing their cleavage up against him and looking ‘oh so lost.’ Loki sat across from them, back to you.

“Of course!” Laughed the blond. “I was always taught it is only polite to help ladies.”

You snorted and quietly walked behind Loki, throwing your arms around him.

“Hi Loki! Whatcha reading?”

“Hello princess (Y/n). It’s not of importance.” He shielded his book. You shrugged it off and sat down next to him and took out your book. The girls continued to press themselves onto Thor, and you could practically feel Loki’s annoyance of his brother getting all their attention.

“Loki, how do you say this?” You feigned stupidity. He raised a brow at you, but complied all the same.

“Eccentricity.”

“Right.” You said, bringing a finger to your lip. “And that means…”

“The measure of how an object’s orbit differs from a perfect circle. Eccentricity defines the shape of an object’s orbit.” He described. The girls eyes were now on him, and they whispered to one another. They got up from their current spots and shoved your seat away, sitting next to the black haired god.

“Wow Loki, you’re so smart!” Exclaimed one

“Yes, and handsome, too.” Said the other seductively. The boy began to bask in their attention, now ignoring you.

Looks like your plan worked too well.

Smiling sadly,you got up from the table and left the library, strolling through the gardens and occasionally meeting up with Thor throughout the rest of the day.

That night you slept soundly in your bed. That is, till someone shook you awake.

“What?” You groaned.

“Sh. I need you to come with me.” Loki whispered.

“Wh-”

“Just do it!” You were taken aback, but followed him all the same. He led you through the gardens into an open field where he sat down with a big book.

After a moment, you joined him in the wet grass.

“You said you liked stars, right? Well, that’s the constellation Orion, and that bright orange star is beetle juice. The one shaped like a pot is the Little Dipper, and if you look a little farther, you can see the Big Dipper.” He explained, pointing to each.

“Where’d you learn all this?” You asked, fascinated.

“The book I was reading earlier. Speaking of which, this is for you.” He slid you a large, leather bound book with gold lettering. “It’s all about Midgard and heavenly bodies. Thought you might like it.”

“Thanks!” He stiffened when you hugged him.

“You are very welcome.”

The two of you say like that for hours until you were falling asleep. He picked you up and carried you back to the castle, where he found two guards and his parents standing there.

“If you are going to blame someone, I’ll take it. I forced her out with me.” He explained sturdily. His parents sighed and Odin took the small sleeping girl back to her room. Frigga led Loki back to his.

Her words said, “We aren’t angry,”

But her face said “You’ve disappointed me.”

The boy didn’t sleep easily that night, knowing he was in trouble, and that he may have gotten his friend in trouble as well.

When he woke up the next morning, he found (Y/n) crying in the dining room as her parents punished her for her actions. He decided in order to no longer get her into trouble, he would keep away.

(Y/n) didn’t understand why he stopped talking to her out of the blue, but she did know that when she went home three days later, she was upset when he didn’t see her off.

“He didn’t even say goodbye!” She cried to her mother that evening, clutching her dress. The book he gave her sat on her bedside table, pages already worn from how many times she thumbed through it.

Her mother left the room not too long after, and the girl was alone once again, or so she thought.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you off. I thought you would be angry with me for getting you in trouble.”

The (h/c) haired girl looked up. “L-Loki?” She sniffed.

“Only a projection, but yes, it’s me.”

(Y/n) began to laugh. “You idiot! Getting in trouble is worth it when you have fun.” She explained.

He threw her a confused look before grinning. “So we can still be friends?”

“Of course! My family and I will be visiting again soon. Could you tell me more about Midgard?” You pleaded.

Loki gave a soft smile. “If you wish, princess.”

Professor Carter

word count: 1735

request: could you write a fic where Peggy Carter goes to Hogwarts? by @mariagvogel

warnings: mentions of war, my english

A/N: I loved this request and I hope this is what you imagined. This is actually rather without much content since I didn’t really know what to write about but if you have any other requests with Peggy going to Hogwarts, please tell me.

The professors at Hogwarts were usually well respected. Sure, there were one or two who didn’t have as much a authority as others and the students seemed to not always be at one about who those professors were. There was one thing, though, all the students seemed to agree on.

Professor Minerva McGonagall had the utmost respect of all teachers and students, even more so than Dumbledore.

A lot of those young wizards and witched that roamed the halls of the old castle had her as their idol for her talent and confidence was something everyone would have liked to have.

But who did McGonagall have as an idol when she had been just a student?

Well, that would be a lady the Hogwarts’ residents would soon get to know as their new DADA professor…

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“Albus, I got a reply”, Minerva said as she walked into the headmaster’s office. It was still summer break, which meant that the wizarding school was unusually quiet. However, Dumbledore and McGonagall were already planning the next school year and enjoying the last weeks that the halls wouldn’t be filled with noisy teens.

“I thought I had told you that Mister Scroop would be the next years DADA professor”, Dumbledore said without even looking up from the papers he was currently reading.

“I don’t think that’s a wise idea, Albus. That man’s way too old to be teaching the students anything, let alone powerful curses and counter curses!” McGonagall wrinkled her nose at that thought.

“Why not employ someone competent who would successfully prepare the kids?”

She emphasized the word prepare to make sure that Dumbledore knew exactly what she was talking about.

Dumbledore just sighed.

“I would feel better if we didn’t have to prepare them for anything…”

“Oh Merlin, Albus that is not our choice! There is a upcoming war and half if not all of those kids will be fighting it! We have to prepare them as best as we possibly can and you cannot tell me that there is any better choice than her! Except, of course, you teaching them how to defend themselves!”

“You flatter me Minerva”

“There is no time for flattery. This is a school and a school ought to teach its students accordingly, especially in times like this! Since you didn’t follow my advice, I took matters in my own hands and wrote her. I just got the reply that she is willing to be the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. Are you really willing to let such an opportunity slip away? Because of what, Albus?”

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and put the papers aside. He took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead.

In times like this he looked rather like an old, tired man, than like the powerful wizard that he actually was.

“I am afraid, Minerva. What if employing her will only intensify the children’s’ wish to fight?”

“It is not in our power to protect them forever, but it is our duty to prepare them as best as possible for the world and right now that means for war. And, Albus, I’m sure that she won’t tell the children fairy tales about a romanticized war.”

“You are right, of course. You seem to always be right”, Dumbledore smiled at the witch, “I will  inform Mister Scroop of the change of plans and trust you to write our new professor that we would

be honored to welcome her to the first day of the coming school year.”

McGonagall nodded and turned to leave but before she exited she turned around again,

“Thank you”, and then left the office.

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The great hall was buzzing with noises. The sorting was over, and the tables had filled with food which means that the feast was in full swing.

After a while Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, making the food disappear and getting everyone’s attention.

“Welcome dear students for another, hopefully informative but also merry year at Hogwarts. There has been a few changes regarding the staff. As you see…”

Most of the students didn’t listen to a word the headmaster said, as they were too full to or simply too bored since most year’s speeches were rather similar to each other.

One point, however, got everyone’s attention:

“… As for the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor, we are happy to welcome Professor Carter into our ranks…”

He wasn’t able to say anymore, since a loud and excited uproar erupted. Of course every student knew the infamous Margaret Carter, one of the most successful aurors of all time and founder of the IWR, the International Wizarding Relations and the DIS, the Department of International Security. The thought that they would be taught by someone as powerful and experiences as her was enough to spread excitement through the whole castle; even the portraits and ghosts started gossiping.

Dumbledore was able, however, to get the students quiet enough to finish his speech.

“As I was saying, we are welcoming Professor Carter, who is unfortunately unable to join the feast today but will be here to her first lesson tomorrow morning. Now off to bed and have a good night!”

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The Gryffindor common room was quiet, only a few fires lit the cozy, red and golden room. Every Gryffindor was already in a deep slumber, too exhausted from the return to Hogwarts. Well, everyone except four boys, who were lying wide awake in their dormitory, discussing their new professor.

“Imagine what things she could teach us!” James exclaimed, jumping from his bed, closely followed by his best friend Sirius.

“No, imagine what things she has seen!”

“Guys! I’m sure someone like her has seen a lot but let’s be real, even someone like Peggy Carter needs to follow the curriculum! She won’t teach us extraordinaire curses…”

“Come on Remus, you’re such a killjoy!”

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep himself from laughing as he watched Sirius and James chasing each other, pretending to be in a dangerous battle to against some dark force.

“Come on over, Peter”, Remus laughed as Sirius jumped on the younger boy’s bed to escape some wicked curse, James had aimed at him, “We can share my bed until they’ve finished their battle”

The little, chubby boy climbed out of his own and into Peters bed, a relieved expression prominent on his face.

“Thanks, Rem”

The laughter of the four friend could be heard for a while as they chased and tickled each other.

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“Good Morning class”, a strong and authoritative voice echoed through the loud classroom.

“Mister Black, if you would be so kind to return to your seat and take Mister Potter with you, I think Miss Evans should have a break from his obtrusive and ridiculous behavior, thank you”

In an instant the classroom was so quiet, you could’ve heard an needle fall to the ground. All eyes were set on a middle-aged woman, dressed in elegant black robes: Professor Margaret Carter.

“I am Professor Carter, your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I favour a teaching concept  after the saying ‘learning by doing’ but that doesn’t mean that there won’t be any theoretical units. For those I have brought my own books”, books started to fly through the room, so that each student had one exemplar, “in there you’ll find theoretical background info and practical instructions. I will structure my lesson so that you’ll learn the theoretical parts mostly as homework – I am sorry Mister Potter will that be a problem for you?- so that we’ll be able to do the practical part during the lessons, where I can instruct and help you to improve your abilities. If there are any questions don’t be shy to ask. And one other thing: Some people take longer to work out a spell than others, that is not a problem! As long as I see that you try your best and that you work hard, I will count your efforts. Are there any questions so far?”

The lesson went on smoothly with only a few interruptions. Professor Carter answered a lot of questions about her past, her years at Hogwarts and her work but still managed to get through the first chapter of the school book.

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It was late in the evening when Minerva heard a knock on the door that led to her office. She sighed and stood up from her large wooden desk. She rubbed her tired eyes and opened the door, expecting  Filch to tell her that some kids had been found outside their dormitories despite the late hour. What she did not expect was an old friend smiling warmly at her.

“Well, hello Minerva. I was wondering if you’d still be up and thought you might like to share a cup of tea with a friend?”

“Peggy, come in, come in!”

The new DADA professor followed Minerva into her office and sat down opposite from her at the wooden table. Minerva charmed a teapot to fill itself and produced some biscuits from a closet.

“So, how was you first day?” She asked Peggy

“Oh, it was surprisingly good, even though I already encountered the infamous Marauders you told me about.”

“What did they do this time?” Minerva asked while rolling her eyes exasperatedly.

“Nothing, they all seem to be very talented and bright boys, although I have to say they make an interesting group. I mean a Black as a Gryffindor, a twelve year old who already knows who he wants to marry – my sympathy to that Evans girl – and a werewolf…”

Minerva nodded in agreement but rose her eyebrows in confusion at the last statement.

“How do you…”

“…know that Remus Lupin is a werewolf?” Peggy finished Minerva’s question.

“I worked in the Ministry quite some time and believe me, his case caused quite the uproar back then… and Minnie, I do recognize a werewolf if I see one! Sure he is young, but the scars are unmistakably werewolf ones”

Minerva smiled at her friend, “Of course you do, I shouldn’t be surprised by now, should I?”

Both women laughed and continued to reminiscent old times well into the night.

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Forever and a Day [Bucky x Reader] Part 3/5

Forever and a Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Peggy x Steve

Rating: T/PG-13

No spoilers for Civil War. This takes place after The Winter Soldier.

Summary: You spent your youth as a friend to Steve and a lover to Bucky. But the three of you were not destined for normal lives and now the past has begun to catch up to you.

Tags: @thebestofoneshots @2muchcandygonnarotursoul

Notes: Thank you guys for your patience. This has been a hard week and I really appreciated all the support and condolences. 

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Waiting for word from Tony was almost physically painful for you.

For a long time, life had become routine and mundane. You told yourself you liked it that way. In truth, you simply accepted it as your fate. But now life was anything but boring, and you found yourself both terrified and thrilled at the prospect of change.

Steve wasn’t waiting to hear back from Tony. He and Sam were already hard at work chasing any lead they could find. You felt guilty not doing the same, but you had no leads and no other connections. Tony’s facial recognition tracking program was your best bet. If none of Steve’s leads panned out, then at least you could hold out hope that Tony would come through for you.

No matter if his mission had gone poorly that day or not, Steve made an effort to check in every day. Things were still a bit stilted between the two of you. There were a lot of hurt feelings on his side, you knew, but now was not the time to hash things out. Bucky was of the utmost importance, he was all that mattered.

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