#howard x steve

[avesrinapproved]

or after a year of not speaking Howard stark shows up at the SSR asking for Peggy's help finding some of his stolen gadgets, and rekindles their relationship despite the loss of the others in it.

It’s been a whole year since the war and despite all the plans they made.. They all made, Peggy hasn't so much as heard from Howard outside of the usual scandalous news stories. She was starting to believe he had completely forgotten she existed, that is until… Howard comes walking into SSR, trailed by Rose "ah agent Carter! just the woman I was looking for!" he says, walking right towards her desk.

The others stand up, hands on their guns, staring at him with a look of shock and confusion, as he just strides right into their office.

Carter looks up, "Howard?"

"Good to see you Peg, got any snacks?” he asks, looking through her desk. “I just flew in from London and I'm starved."

"Howard, my desk!" She huffs and smacks his hand a bit.

"Um, Miss Carter.. Is.. Mr S-.. Would you like him escorted out?" Rose asks. Everyone is just watching, not really seeming to know how to react to this intrusion.

"What? Oh, no, he’s no harm," Peggy dismisses.

"Don't worry there isn't anything here I don't already know" Howard waves dismissively, while eating a snack bar he pulled out of Peggy’s LOCKED snack drawer, "anyway peg I need your help, some of my... toys have been stolen and I'm having a small bit of trouble recovering them. You know I'm not really the sleuthing type, and I don't really trust anyone else. Would you help me out?"

Carter blinks a few times, before rubbing the bridge of her nose, this man will be the death of her, "I.. Oh.. Uh.. Let's get lunch."

"Ah good idea. I know this great place only a few blocks from here, got a private room and everything." Howard says, already headed for the door.

"Perfect." She gets up and grabs her bag, the others still staring with wide eyes.

"Oh you won't be missed right? This was rather sudden." Howard asks, turning to look back at her then the others.

“No, they can handle the work on their own." Not like they let her do anything of importance anyway.

"Good," he nods and takes her out

"Do you want to re-explain what you just asked me?" she asks quietly as they walk.

"Ah someone stole some... trinkets from my house, bad ones, and they're selling them on the black market, and I want your help recovering them." Howard reiterates, “I have a vault. ‘Had’ I should say. Sub-basement of my office. Triple-thick, lead-lined. It was where I kept my bad babies.”

“Bad babies?” Carter asks, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Inventions too dangerous for anyone… Even my friends.” Howard explains

“Which begs the question, why invent them at all?”

“I can't help what I think of, but I can damn well control what I sell. At least I could until last month.”

Peggy leans closer “What happened last month?”

“I was in Monaco… with a lovely tax advisor. When I got back, I found a hole under my vault, all the way to the sewer. Somebody cleaned me out. A couple of weeks later my bad babies, they start turning up on the black market.”

“So you've come to me to help get them back, why not just go to the police or something, instead of barging into my office?”

“Oh come on Peg," Howard says rolling his eyes “we both know it would end up in the hands of your office anyway, and I wanted you to lead the case. Plus, it's not too big a jump to see me cutting a hole in my own vault and making some money on the sly. And I knew you wouldn't think that.”

She pauses before sighing, "If anything gets used... Alright. Alright, we need to start quickly. What information do you have?"

"I had Jarvis make you a whole file of all the info for you and your... coworkers... as much as I'd not like them involved, I also don't want to go to jail and if it gets out that they're being sold overseas or anything and I don't stay on top of it I'm screwed."

"Fair enough.. I will make sure this is handled. You just need to keep a clean face."

"Thank you, Peg," he says, clasping her hand in his. “I'll help the best I can as well... should I officially file it or can you handle that?"

"I can handle it." She nods

"Thank you," he says happily.

It's not long after that they arrive at a very high class restaurant, not really a place you go for your lunch break, and certainly not in your work clothes. This thought is only confirmed as they walk into the near empty restaurant. Only a few very well dressed people dotted about the grand dining space.

"oh... Howard, this is a bit much." Peggy protests, the large crystal chandeliers and mirror polished marble floors making her feel very underdressed indeed.

"It's the best place to eat, trust me." He says, just waving to the seating person and leading Peggy to a grand room labeled ‘private dining’ and closing the door behind them.

"It is a real nice change from my normal breaks." Peggy says as she sits down in one of the plush velvet chairs. “Though I'm afraid I'm a bit underdressed for such a place

“Nonsense.” Howard insists “you look amazing! Like always. And it's not like anyone but me and the waitresses can see you. And we don't judge pretty ladies, no matter what they're wearing.”

“Are you trying to charm me, Howard Stark?" Peggy chuckles.

“Maybe, is it working?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Peggy pauses, pretending to consider it. “Maybe” she says with a smile.

“Fabulous,” Howard purrs, giving the waitress a polite head nod as she sets out menus for them.

“Thank you.” Peggy says to the waitress, as she opens the menu to read it over.

“Their filet mignon is amazing,” Howard says, pointing it out on her menu. “They also have fantastic lobster if that's more your style.”

“Oh both of those sound marvelous”

“Then get both. If you can't eat it all you could always bring the rest home.'' Howard says nonchalantly, like that's the only thing she would be concerned with.

“Well, since you're paying, I guess I will.” she says setting the menu down.

It's not long after that their waitress comes back to take their orders. And not long after that they’re brought plates of amazing looking food, lobster drenched in a golden sauce, steak with herb butter, chicken in some sort of mushroom sauce, soups, pineapple fruit bowls, breads, the whole shabang, all plated to look as fancy as possible.

Howard loads up a plate with a little bit of everything. “Here you are” he purrs as he hands her the plate, snatching up some pineapple for himself before starting on his own plate.

The waitress is very attentive while they eat, clearing away plates and refilling their glasses while still giving them privacy, which is rather appreciated as her and Howard catch up. Howard tells her all about the places he's been over the last year, the parties he's been too people he's met, he's been keeping himself busy without her, having flown all over the world not seeming to stay in one place for more than a week. And here she's been, sitting in the ssr covering the phones and sharing her bed with a roommate.

By the time Peggy’s done eating Howard's started in on his latest invention “it could even help you with your spy work, if you'd like to try it out.'' Howard offers, and the promise that he'd have to come back and see her again even after all this stuff is over is… tempting…

“Speaking of my work, I should really be getting back to it.” Peggy says as she stands, dusting herself off

“Oh right yes, I'll walk you back” Howard says also standing

“You don't need to walk me back, I'm perfectly capable.”

“I know you are, Peg, but I want to talk to your boss, and I want to spend more time with you.” Howard says, offering her his arm.

Peggy nods, looping her hand into his arm.

“Please come again!” the hostess calls as they leave.

“We will!” Howard calls back, blowing her a playful kiss.

Howard dips into a bakery on the way back to her office to pick up 2 boxes of donuts “as an apology for breaking in”

When they get back he sets the first box down for the telephone girls then walks Peggy back to her desk "thank you again for your help, oh here's the information I have, feel free to drop by and look at the hole in my floor whenever you like."

She nods, "Alright.. I will get this looked over and see you soon."

"See you Peggy! Don't let me down!" He says, dropping the second box of donuts off in their break room before poking his head into Dooly's office to chat.

"Don't get yourself into more trouble." Peggy calls as Howard heads out.

"Oh I plan on it!" He says as the elevator doors close, and now all eyes are on her.

"So what did he want?" Sousa asks, turning in his chair to look at her.

"You two seemed really… friendly. Didn't take you for that kind of girl Carter." Thompson comments.

She rolls her eyes and busies herself sorting the papers Howard gave her. "Mister Stark has gotten himself into a little.. Predicament with some of his inventions. Someone stole some of them and well, they're not the type that should ever be on the market." she says curtly.

"Ah, and he asked you to handle it? Think he'd want someone who actually knows what they're doing to handle it if it's that critical."

"Hey Carter! Are these donuts for us?" Krzeminski asks from the break room

"Yes, they're from Mr Stark!" She calls before sighing, "And I think you're starting to sound jealous that he asked me personally." she says to Thompson.

"Not jealous, just think he shouldn't put a woman on what seems to be a very high risk task." Thompson says with a shrug

"Fuck yeah! Mr Stark can stop by anytime!" Krzeminski comes out with 2 donuts and plops down at his desk

"Thank you Krzeminski, I will tell him that." She says while glaring at Thompson.

"Carter, can you come here?" Dooley calls from the doorway of his office.

"Yes sir?" she asks walking over to him.

"I need to discuss the Stark case with you." He beckons her in and closes the door behind them. "I am sure you know that we usually do not take personal cases, but since this is a national security concern, we will make an exception. Since Stark requested your assistance, you will take care of everything. It is your responsibility to conduct investigations, collect evidence, all of it, but no one will be mad if you need some help."

"Understood. I will say something if I do need help." Peggy nods, internally rolling her eyes.

"Right, you’re dismissed"

#agent carter #marvel #fanfic #ao3 #howard stark #peggy x howard #howard x steve #daniel sousa #bucky barnes #peggy x steve #peggy carter #getting back together #angst #fluff #romance

[captainsophiestark]

A Reverse Steve Rogers

Jack Thompson x Reader

Masterlist - Taglist

Requested by @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer !! Thanks for the request, and for being so patient while I got it done! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, friend of Tony Stark, and the one who helped Steve Rogers adjust to the 21st century after he came out of the ice, gets flung back into the 1940s when something goes wrong on a training mission. She has no idea how long her stay in the 40s might be, but one way or another, it's going to be interesting.

Word Count: 4,684

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This doesn't follow any of the season 2 timeline lol, just some vague stuff put together for the sake of this story.

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"We could always just find another ticket for her and make up a reason for her to be there on her own..."

"Yeah? Like what? At this event, anybody with the slightest hole in their story is gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

I looked between Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa as they talked, frantically trying to figure out what to do with me tonight. They were currently in the middle of breaking up a secret society in Los Angeles, and they had a mission disguised as a date tonight where they'd be infiltrating a fancy party being thrown by said society.

Unfortunately for them, I'd landed in their laps (pretty literally) this afternoon, and accidentally thrown a wrench into their whole operation.

One minute, I'd been doing a training mission with the Avengers. The next, I'd been falling on top of  a desk in the SSR in 1947. I still didn't know exactly what had thrown me back in time, but no matter what the cause, the fact didn't change that I was here, and would be for the foreseeable future.

I'd almost had a heart attack when I'd looked up to see THE Peggy Carter, founder of SHIELD and total badass, standing in front of me. I think I freaked her and Daniel out a little by fangirling the minute I got up off the floor, but a stranger landing in the middle of their super high-level organization probably would've landed me in the interrogation room anyway.

Thankfully, I knew Steve Rogers pretty well, and so did Peggy. I'd mentioned his name briefly when trying to explain how I knew who she was, but then I'd been able to use what I knew about Steve and the stories he'd shared with me to convince her I was telling the truth about time travel.

Since then, we'd done some brief introductions and I'd been let out of the interrogation room. I'd been given the bare minimum details of the mission to understand the conversation, and now I sat on the edge of a desk watching Daniel and Peggy talk as they tried to adjust their plans.

"Perhaps Mr. Jarvis would be available on short notice to take her as a date..." mused Peggy.

"Whoa, Jarvis? Oh my gosh, the real person Jarvis is alive and walking around right now. That makes sense," I said, mostly talking to myself.

"That still doesn't solve the problem of them not being on the guest list," continued Daniel, he and Peggy only briefly glancing my way at the outburst.

"Maybe Howard could help us secure another two."

"He already wore out his welcome with these guys to get you in there the first time."

"Did you just say Howard? As in Howard Stark?"

Peggy and Daniel groaned in unison.

"Don't tell me you're a big fan of him too?" groaned Daniel.

"His ego's already big enough as it is," Peggy agreed.

"No, it's not that, I- uh... nevermind." I pushed off the desk, waving off thoughts of Tony. I still wasn't clear on how this time travel stuff worked, and I didn't want to go telling people about Howard Stark's currently nonexistent son without more assurance it wouldn't have any crazy impact first. "Look, you guys clearly don't have space for me in this mission. The best path is a small team, specifically a couple, who can enjoy the night like a regular date while still gathering intel and handling the mission."

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and I could see an entire conversation passing between them. I continued.

"I might not know much about the forties, but I'm still a capable adult. I'm an Av- I was on a team with Steve to take on missions around the world. I'll be fine handling myself for a bit while you guys take care of business."

"Are you sure?" asked Peggy with a frown.

"We don't want to completely abandon you. Disappearing from your own time and reappearing in another can't be easy," added Daniel.

I gave them a faint smile, momentarily overwhelmed with memories. I'd first met Steve when he'd shown up in the future and needed someone to help him adjust. I'd been a SHIELD agent at the time, responsible for liaising with Tony Stark, so they figured helping a living legend adjust would be nothing compared to that.

They'd been right, and we'd hit it off the bat. When Tony eventually formed the team, I'd been on the roster. And now, I was the one being faced with adjusting to another time.

"It's not easy," I said to Daniel, the smile still on my face. "But I also don't need babysitters when those babysitters have important, world-saving duties to attend to. I actually have a little bit of an advantage, going back in time. I took history classes and whatnot, so I at least have some idea of how this world works."

"Well, if you're sure-"

"Alright! Sousa, Marge, fear not! The cavalry is here."

I turned at the sound of a new voice, but not before I caught Peggy and Daniel rolling their eyes so far back into their heads I couldn't see the pupils. A tall, blond man in a suit was striding across the room towards us, and a second after I started sizing him up he noticed me and did the same.

"Who's this?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of us. Peggy and Daniel didn't answer right away, apparently working together to gather mental strength before entering the conversation with this guy. I just leaned back a bit against the desk and watched.

Peggy and Daniel took a second to make significant eye contact, then sighed as one. Daniel turned to Jack, and Peggy subtly shifted closer to me.

"She's somebody who does a job like ours, but from the future," said Daniel. Jack just stared at him for a minute, then looked to me, and then back at Daniel.

"Sousa, despite what you might think, I'm not stupid."

"Jack, I get that it's hard to believe, but if you actually listen for two seconds-"

Jack huffed and crossed his arms while Daniel kept talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Peggy leaning in towards me, and I blocked out the boys' argument as she whispered to me.

"Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hit me," I whispered back. Peggy sighed.

"Jack has recently had a moral epiphany," she started. I took half a second to give her a curious glance, and she just rolled her eyes in response. "It's been mostly nice, both to have him on our side and to finally have him respecting me and Daniel and anyone that's not an older man already in power.

"That said, we don't have space for him on this mission. All he's going to do is be a nuisance, and he's far less likely to agree to being benched than you."

"And I take it you have a solution for this?"

"Yes. But it would require throwing you under the bus to keep him occupied tonight."

I paused for a second, giving Jack another good look. He and Sousa were still in the middle of a heated argument while Sousa tried to convince him I was actually a time traveler, and even though they both seemed exasperated, Jack also seemed to be enjoying the back and forth. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Peggy Carter, it would be an absolute honor to assist you on a mission," I said, turning to her with a smile. "Even if it means spending the evening learning about the forties from a slightly questionable teacher."

"You're a lifesaver," she said, giving me a smile back. She pushed off the desk, moving towards Daniel and Jack to interrupt them but shooting me a wink first. "And don't worry, I'll give you an actual introduction to the decade after this mission is over."

I nodded, then Peggy got Jack and Daniel's attention to put their argument to rest and explain the situation. Jack raised an eyebrow when Peggy told him his job would be keeping me company, but she phrased it well enough that it didn't quite sound like babysitting for either of us. Finally, he agreed, and Peggy and Daniel headed out for their event, leaving me and Jack Thompson alone in the bullpen of the LA SSR.

He stood by the windows, staring out at the traffic below as I spun around in a swivel chair. I kept looking at him, but he didn't look over at me once, at least not that I could catch. Finally, after a few more rotations, I huffed a sigh and pushed myself up. I put my hands on my hips, but Jack still didn't look over.

"Alright, I'm bored out of my mind, which should not be a possibility less than three hours after I suddenly appeared in a different time period," I said. Jack finally looked over at me, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he did. I continued. "You're supposed to be helping me adjust to this place, since I don't know how long I'm gonna be here. Believe it or not, it didn't take me that long to adjust to this office."

He sighed heavily, but stepped away from the window anyway, stopping a few feet in front of me with his arms across his chest. He stared at me for a few seconds without saying anything, and I just stared right back. I crossed my arms to mirror him and he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You're really from the future?" he finally asked.

"Did the twenty minutes Peggy and Daniel spent convincing you not settle this matter?"

He grunted, then finally dropped his arms back to his sides.

"Fine. What do you want to do then?"

I grinned. "Any good places to grab a drink and a dance around here?”

****************

"This is only my first week in LA, so if this place ends up being terrible, it's the city's fault and not mine," said Jack as we stepped out of the cab together. I'd taken a second to find a dress to steal from Peggy's emergency disguise stash at the SSR, since my 21st century mission clothes would probably cause a riot if I went out in them, and then Jack and I had jumped in a cab to a spot in town he'd heard about.

"Boooo," I teased as he paid the driver and we headed in together. "You can't consider the possibility of the night being a failure before it's even started! It's a jinx."

"A jinx?"

"Yeah, you know. Like bad luck."

"I know the definition of the word jinx," he scoffed. "I just think it's ridiculous you believe in them."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Actually, I didn't want to tell Peggy and Daniel this, but in the future we've discovered that a lot of things people dismissed as superstitions or bad luck are actually true. Like jinxes. Oh, and breaking a mirror? That actually will mess you up! We didn't realize it until science advanced a little further, I think in the seventies, but it's true."

Jack stared at me for a few seconds, and I stared back with a perfectly neutral expression on my face. Then, he broke into a grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

"You're messing with me."

"I definitely am."

He scoffed and shook his head, but the smile didn't drop off his face. He sighed dramatically, looking up at the club in front of us, then held out his arm for me to take.

"C'mon. You're the one who wanted to experience the time period."

I smiled up at him, then looped my arm through his. He pulled me a little closer, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't speed up a bit as we walked into the club together.

Immediately I got hit with the music I associated with the swinging jazz of the 1940s as we stepped into a world of men in suits and women in old-style dresses, all twirling across the dancefloor together.

"Whoa," I breathed. Suddenly, it started to sink in that I was actually in the 1940s, more than 80 years from everything and everyone I knew. A new surge of sympathy for Steve welled up in my chest.

"You alright?" asked Jack, nudging me a little as we stood in the doorway. I took a deep breath in and out, then slowly nodded. "Okay, good. Let's go get a drink.”

I huffed a laugh as he pulled me through the crowd and towards the bar. We managed to find two stools, and Jack pulled my seat out for me before I sat down. I couldn't help giving him a slightly bemused look, which he grunted about as he took the seat next to me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, waving him off. "Just, you know... forties."

He turned to stare at me, his eyebrows knit together, but the bartender appeared before he could question what I was talking about.

"What can I get the two of you?" asked the bartender. Jack turned to me, letting me go first.

"I'll have an old fashioned, please."

Both he and Jack looked at me for a second, but I looked right back at both of them like they were crazy for questioning it (because they were). After a second, Jack shrugged and turned back to the bartender.

"I'll do the same."

The bartender nodded, then moved away to make the drinks. I turned and gave Jack a smile.

"Thanks for buying," I said. "I didn't have my wallet on me when I got sucked back in time, and even if I did, I don't think the bartender would be able to accept the kind of bills I carry. I'm not trying to get arrested for counterfeiting a few hours into being in the past."

Jack chuckled. "Sure thing. So, an old fashion, huh?"

"Yeah. It's Ton- uh, it's my friend's favorite drink. He got me drinking them, too."

"Hm. Future sounds like a wild place."

"Honestly, I'd say 1940 is a little wilder."

The bartender set down our drinks, and Jack put a few bills on the table. Then, once he was out of earshot again, I turned to Jack with a smile.

"Cheers," I said, raising my glass in toast. "To new experiences and getting to know each other and this weird ass trip back to the past."

Jack smiled, although I could tell he was fighting it, and clinked his glass with mine before we both took a sip.

"So, Jack Thompson... tell me about the forties."

Jack and I spent the next hour talking about everything from foods that hadn't been invented yet (ranch dressing!) to the weird, national popularity of baseball and how I couldn't wait to see people start getting the memo about the NBA. Some of it was informative, even helpful, but for the most part we just... talked. Laughed. Joked around and enjoyed each other's company like people who'd known each other much longer than a few hours.

For some reason, it just felt easy. Going into this, heading out with someone who was clearly a confident, if not arrogant, man from the 1940s, with Peggy's warnings on top of everything else? Well, let's just say I didn't have the highest of hopes. But by some miracle, whether it was our equally loud and teasing personalities or that fact that I proudly didn't know anything about baseball beyond the fact that games took way too long, rather than the ignorance or indifference he had been expecting... Jack Thompson and I got on like wildfire.

"I'm just saying, when you're watching a legend play, that's the only part of the game that matters!" Jack continued, defending his baseball stance. "And DiMaggio's a legend."

"Yeah, no shit," I scoffed, rolling my eyes to go with it. Jack snorted at my language, but I caught him grinning at me all the same as he took a sip from his drink. "But, unlike in other sports, your legend's only playing for like fifteen minutes out of every hour. Still boring!"

Jack opened his mouth, clearly ready with some other comeback that would do absolutely nothing to change my position, but before he could, the band started up with something I actually recognized.

"Oh my God!" I cried, setting down the now-empty glass that previously held my second old fashioned. "This song- we have to go dance!"

"You know this song?" asked Jack, only looking slightly bemused as he set down his glass and I dragged him towards the dance floor.

"Yeah. Steve plays it all. The damned. Time," I said, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the floor. I moved to drop Jack's hand now that I'd gotten him out here, but he just squeezed it tighter and pulled me closer. "It's one of the only songs from the forties he plays that I can actually stand."

Jack scoffed, wrapping an arm around my waist as we started twirling across the floor together. "You're actually friends with him? Sousa wasn't making that whole thing up?"

"What? No. Actually, I'm the one that helped him adjust to the future not long after he woke up in my time."

Jack nodded, looking thoughtful. "So that's why you recognized Carter? Sousa said you almost fainted from excitement when you first saw her."

"No. I mean, sort of, I guess. But I would've known her even without Steve. She's only the coolest, most badass woman and intelligence pioneer the world has ever known," I said. Jack snorted, and I scowled. "What? You disagree?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I'd probably argue there are some other intelligence pioneers that deserve mention. But... I guess no, I don't necessarily disagree. Just don't mention it to her, alright? I'll deny it, and I don't need her immortalization from a time traveler being thrown in my face every time I work a case with her for the rest of time."

I laughed, and Jack gave me a knowing smile before spinning me out and away from him. He twirled me across the floor before pulling me back to him quickly. We moved in perfect harmony, picking up our pace to match the band and putting the other couples to shame. We quickly got lost in our own little world, to the point that everyone and everything except the music disappeared. When Jack sped up, I sped up a little more, and we easily met each other's challenges, stupid smiles on our faces the whole time.

When a slower song started playing, Jack and I finally relaxed the pace, forgoing the elaborate dance moves to just sway in place and catch our breaths for a minute. I was still a little lost in our moment, enough so that I didn't notice someone else approaching us until he shoved himself part way between me and Jack.

"Hey doll. Mind if I cut in?" The guy leered over me, totally ignoring Jack as he reached for my hand without waiting for my answer. I scoffed, my tired-but-happy smile instantly turning into a scowl. Jack seemed equally frustrated and moved as if he was about to step in and do something about it, but I decided to just take care of it for the both of us.

"Actually, yeah, I do mind," I snapped, fixing the guy with an unimpressed look as I snatched my hand out of his reach. He seemed incredibly surprised by my response, but I plowed ahead anyway. "I'm dancing with someone already, and even if I weren't, I have no interest at all in dancing with you. So... scram. Or beat it. Or whatever people say now."

The man just stood there for a second, open-mouthed, blinking at me in stunned silence. Then, his expression shifted into a scowl and his face started to turn red.

"I- You- How dare you-!"

"Dude, get lost," I said, crossing my arms and staring him down as I talked over him. I glanced over his shoulder to Jack, who also looked shocked but in a pleasantly surprised way, and addressed him. "What's another good way to tell someone to go away?"

He shrugged, a delighted smile growing on his face. "Take a powder?"

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jack just nodded, so I looked back at the rude guy. "Alright, take a powder. Hit the bricks. Take a long walk off a short pier. Other creative ways to say leave. I want to dance to this lovely song with my dance partner here, who is not you, so... yeah. Take the blatant instructions."

The man whirled around to Jack, like he expected him to say or do something to reign me in. Jack just shrugged again.

"You heard the lady. I'm not gonna tell you anything she didn't already say."

The man scowled, whipping back to look at me again. I just met him with crossed arms and a look that told him I wouldn't be budging an inch. He spluttered a few more incoherent words in indignation, then stormed off the dance floor and out of sight. I sighed, then faced Jack again.

"How wildly out of place was that for the time period? Both him and me?" I asked. Jack grinned.

"Him? Not very. You? Insanely," he said, taking my hand again as we went back to gently swaying in place. He tugged me a little closer to his chest, and I smiled. "I gotta say though, I sure enjoyed watching it."

"Good. Because I don't actually care at all, and I had a lot of fun doing that."

Jack laughed, throwing his head back before fixing me with a brilliant smile. He twirled me out and away from him again, then pulled me right back into his chest. We swayed together, closer than we'd been all night, and to my surprise I started noticing more than a few butterflies squirming in my chest as I stared up at the SSR Chief. Hm, noted the more logical side of my brain as we moved across the crowded dance floor. Nice, my heart replied as Jack's strong hand laid firmly on my waist and my hand traveled to the collar of his shirt.

Jack and I spent the rest of the night at the club, enjoying the music, the dancing, and each other's company until the place turned on the lights and threw us out. A few times, other men came up to hit on me and "steal me away" from Jack. Each time, I dressed them down and sent them on their way, and each time Jack just grinned and watched me do it. I could still tell he was ready to jump in, that his instinct was to take care of it for me, but he seemed to enjoy watching the jerks splutter and babble in shock and surprise as much as I did.

Afterwards, when we wandered back out onto the LA street together, Jack insisted on escorting me back to Howard Stark's place, where I'd be staying with Peggy. It was going to be incredibly weird staying at Tony's dad's house, meeting him and the real-human Jarvis, but I could process that later. Right now, I wanted to focus on the amazing, less-weird parts of being in the 40s. Specifically Jack Thompson, who I'd just spent a wonderful night enjoying this new time period with.

Jack hailed us a cab, and I rested my head on his shoulder and watched the city go by as the taxi took us out of the city, to the massive Stark mansion. It was basically a 40s version of Tony's Malibu house, and a pang of sadness tightened in my chest when I realized I had no idea when–or if–I would see my friends again.

I took a deep breath and shook those thoughts out of my head as the car came to a stop. All of that was a problem for later, not now. Jack got out first, holding the door for me and offering a hand to help me out, which I took. Rather than dropping it once I stood, he wrapped it around his arm as he asked the cabbie to wait and escorted me towards the house. We stopped on the porch and turned to face each other, and I realized I actually really didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for showing me around the forties," I said, giving Jack a small smile. "It was actually really fun."

"You don't have to sound so surprised," he griped, but a smile made its way onto his face all the same. "So... I don't know how long you're gonna be here, and obviously we've got a lot of other work to do with Carter and Sousa tomorrow, but... maybe I could take you out again sometime. There's still a lot of forties you haven't seen yet."

"I'd like that," I said, a warm feeling welling up in my chest. I hesitated a second as Jack and I stared at each other on the doorstep, then decided to say fuck it and keep doing what I'd been doing all night: following my impulses. "Quick question: in the forties, if I kiss you on the first date, is that going to scare you off or something?"

Jack grinned. "It might get a raised eyebrow from the cabbie, but I sure as shit won't be complaining."

"Good."

With that, I grabbed Jack's lapels and tugged him towards me, leaning up just a bit and giving him a kiss. It was short, really just a quick peck since we'd just met, but fireworks exploded in my chest at the sensation anyway.

Jack's grin stayed in place as we pulled apart, and his hand lingered on my waist an extra second before dropping to his side. He took a step backwards, towards the waiting car, even as his eyes stayed on mine. I rested my hand on the doorknob, watching Jack and trying to stay in the moment even as he walked away.

"Welcome to the forties, sweetheart," he called as he made it down the porch steps and into the driveway. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I waved, a smile on my own face to match his. "Can't wait."

Jack gave a short wave and one last grin before getting into the cab. I watched as he drove away, a smile still on my own face even after I knew he couldn't see it. Finally, after the lights of the cab faded back into the LA night, I turned on my heel and walked into the house.

I'd been in the 40s for less than twelve hours, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't even scratched the tip of the iceberg on exploring the time period, or what frustrations being eighty years removed from everything I knew would bring. But, despite all that, I'd had a blast tonight, and tomorrow I'd get to start working with THE Peggy Carter. Whether I was only here for another few hours or it turned into months or longer, I couldn't help being excited at the idea of everything that was yet to come for me, not least of all my next date with Jack Thompson.

#marvel #agent carter #jack thompson #jack thompson x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #agent carter fanfiction #agent carter oneshot #agent carter imagine #jack thompson imagine #jack thompson oneshot #jack thompson fanfiction #1940s #peggy carter #daniel sousa #howard stark #steve rogers #time travel #ssr

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Missing scene from CATFA, based off of the movie and comments in Agent Carter:

Steve: God, if only someone loved me… Peggy: standing behind them with roses Bucky: holding box of chocolates Howard: has balloons and a card [in Agent Carter she says "I loved him too" and I know what they meant but I thought this was funny] Dum Dum: facepalms This is sad.

#marvel #marvel mcu #incorrect quotes #captain america #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #steve x bucky #stucky #agent carter #margret carter #peggy carter #howard stark #steggy #dum dum dugan #timothy dugan #the howling commandos #howlies #captain america the first avenger

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The Office (2005)

#the office #steve carell #rainn wilson #jenna fischer #john krasinski #jim x pam #michael scott #dwight schrute #kevin malone #oscar martinez #andy bernard #ed helms #kelly kapoor #creed bratton #angela martin #stanley hudson #erin hannon #holly flax #ryan howard #toby flenderson #phyllis vance #darryl philbin #gabe lewis #meredith palmer #nellie bertram #jan levinson #robert california #david wallace

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and that's how they found out about the "girl" in 1943

#she told howard who told tony who told Bruce who lied to jen to preserve Steve's secret #bucky barnes #stucky #bucky #steve rogers #captain america #stevebucky #wintershield #marvel #steve x bucky #winter soldier

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Time In A Bottle(young!Howard Stark X reader)

Paring: young!Howard X Carter!Reader

Summary: after a time machine going wrong a few faces from the past get knocked into our century.

A/N: this is an old story of mine that I posted on Wattpad a while back. It's not edited but I hope you all enjoy.

"can't believe how long it's been since you've been in the ice" I mumbled looking through a magazine that was just published. It was full of articles and pictures of Steve, my aunt peggie, and Howard Stark. I kept flipping through when I stopped on a picture of my aunt.

"you know you kinda look like her" Steve said standing behind the stool I was sitting on and looked over my shoulder looking at the picture of Peggy. I smiled and nodded. I was proud to be a Carter and I didn't hide it like my sister Sharon did. Before I could say anything else there was a loud crash coming for the lab. "what the hell was that?" I asked Tony who was sitting on the couch with pepper.

"you didn't leave anything on did you?" pepper asked. "it's probably just Bruce" Tony mumbled and got up.

"no because Bruce and natasha went on vacation... Remember?" tony stopped in his tracks and looked guilty. He knew exactly what he did he just wasn't ready to admit to what he did. "I'll be back" he said running towards the lab.

"miss. Carter, Mr stark has requested your assistance in the lab" I hear Friday call out from the speakers of the lab. I sighed and threw the magazine onto the coffee table and walked towards the lab. "Tony way do I always have to save your ass" I asked walking into the lab.

When I looked up I saw a treo of people serounding the time machine we've been working on for months. "who's your friends?" I asked crossing my arms. Tony tried to talk but I ignored him looking at three people. One that I recognized made my heart skip a beat.

"aunt Peggy?" I mumbled. She didn't hear me which I was thankful for. No need to add more to the confusion.

"how did you guys get here?" I asked my question was competly ignored and my aunt Peggy started to attack a man who looked like Tony. "Howard you buffoon I told you to not mess with that damed robot again"

"time machine!" Howard correct. "it's a time machine and it obviously worked so I'm a genius" he said with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest with pride. Now we know where tony gets his ego. "what year is it miss?" the third one asked. He sounded like Jarvis just more human.

"2022" I said crossing my arms. As the three conversed with Tony and I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on me I looked over and noticed Howard staring at me. Howard was pretty handsome in his younger years. He looked at lot like Tony but maybe a bit taller. They both seemed to have the same attitude and the same eyes and hair.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow questioning him. He simply winked and tried to get his two since in the conversation. After a few minutes of arguing we finally came to agreement.

"okay so they'll stay here In till we can figure out how to send them back home" I said walking to the time machine. It looked burnt to the crisp and refused to turn one. I sighed as I picked up a piece that fell off and sat on top of the waist of space.

"(y/n) why don't you show our guests around and show them where the extra rooms are" Tony said before I could escorts them to their destinations Peggy chimed in. "that won't be necessary" she said to me. "I think I can find my way around" she left the lab and literally walked the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes at the woman I shared blood with. "she's going the wrong way isn't she?" Howard asked clearly reading my expressions right.

"yup" I said turning to him. He flashed me a smirk and looked me up and down. "if the offer of a tour of our new living facilities are still open I would love if you'd show me around" I rolled my eyes at him. He was definitely cocky and very brave you could also tell him and Tony are related. I scoffed "fine" I then started to walk down the hallway as Howard tried to catch up with me.

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I tossed and turned in my bed. Once comfy bed felt like a brick and the room felt like a hundred degrees. Millions of things ran through my head. From the simplest things to more hectic things. My first thoughts were on my aunt and how hard it felt to tell her I was her blood or the fact me and Tony couldn't figure out how to send her back to the right time period.

It also felt wired that I couldn't get Howard out of my head. The man was indeed a charming man much like his son. He also held the same ego and sarcasm but he seemed to know when to hide it unlike Tony.

The man wouldn't leave me alone the rest of the day. He would follow me around the compound like a lost puppy or try to 'help' me in the lab. On the contrary I don't need help in my lab and I felt that he needed to know I don't need a man to help me get my job done. That's why I own my own lab because dispit Tony being my best friend it was always hard to do a job with out him breathing down my neck.

I sighed giving up on sleep and left my room. I quietly walked down the hallway trying not to wake anyone and headed into the kitchen for some tea and maybe a snack. I sighed rumgimg through the cabinets in the dim almost dark room.

"can't sleep either?" I voice said making me jump. I quickly turned around and saw Howard setting at the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He looked just as tired as I felt. His brown hair slightly wet from a shower but in some strainds of hair were fluffy and Stubele peppered his jaw. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans that Tony possibly gave him. Above all he was handsome I wasn't denying that but in the end I would have to stop myself from getting close to him. For his, mine, and especially Tony's sake.

"no I can't sleep too much on my mind" I sighed setting a crossed from him. He simply smirked and shook his head. "this hole thing is a mystery to me too. I think this is an amazing experience but then I want to get Peggy and Jarvis home where they belong"

"if ony Bruce was home, he's just as smart as you and Tony"

"your pretty intelligent yourself doll" he responded. His brown eyes looked at me and he smirked making me blush.

"me and Tony will try to get you home" I said. "I mean no rush... This time period can't be that bad could it?" he asked.

I titled my head to the side and my straight face broke to a smile. "are you kidding? I would love to live in the 40s"

"why?" he asked with a chuckle. "I Love the history, the music, the cars are my favorite" I smiled.

"you like cars?" he smirked like he was surprised. I slightly nodded and He looked amused.

"what was Steve like back then? I mean before the serum?" I asked breaking the silence.

"much like he is now I'm guessing. I didn't really know him much before he took the serum" he said drinking the last of his coffee. As we fell into comfortable silence I started to feel my eyes get heavy. I rested my elbow on the tabe and my head was supported by my  fist. "you look tired.. You should go back to bed..we gotta lot of work to do tomorrow" Howard smiled at me. I only nodded and stood up from the counter. I smiled and padded his shoulder. "get some sleep too Stark" he only nodded.

"good night doll" he called out as I left the room.

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The next morning I woke up before anyone else. It was pretty quiet which in my opinion was good. That ment Tony was getting the right amount of sleep he deserves and hopefully the rest of the team was doing the same.

I really didn't feel like working on the time machine before Tony and Howard got up so I just went down to the grauge where all the cars we owned sat. All of them were different in size in color. To Scott's rust bucket of a van to clint and Steve's motorcycles. I like to think my baby out shined them all. My car is back 1967 chivy impala. I worked hard to keep in shape and always made sure I ran to perfection.

I smiled at the black automobile and turned on my CD player. The silver machine flashed one and played Elvis Presley on a low volume. Tony and Clint always called me old school. I didn't use Bluetooth speakers to listen to music and I never saw the reason to by modern cars. I hated New music and new anything. I'm a old soul as steve would say. I loved old movies like Alfred Hitchcock movies or Friday the 13th. I refused to listen to any new music which annoyed Wanda and Peter in some ways.

I digged out the tools I needed and started tinkering under the hood. Things were going through smoothly in till I felt one bolt that wouldn't loosen. I grunted getting aritated and started to pull harder while cussing under my breath.

I then herd the door open and close. I ignored it and continued to work. So after the noises disappeared I felt someone come up behind me. The figure the bigger than mine and I felt his arms reach and grabbed the rinch I had. When I felt his chest against my back I quickly elbowed him. "hay doll I'm only trying to help" it was howard. I rolled my eyes and moved away from the car. "thanks but I got it" I said crossing my arms.

As I turned back around and finished my work on the engine. As I had my back to him I heard him snort and let out a sigh. I quickly wiped around and crossed my arms and Clinched the wrinch I had. "what?"

"nothing" he smiled and moved closer. I stepped back and leaned on my car. "your different from anyone I've ever met"

"oh?" I said not really amused but wanting to know what he meant. "you don't fall at my feet and you stand your ground" he explained. "your kind to me with out trying to be a flert and I really admire how smart you are"

"well... Thanks I think" I slightly blushed and turned back around before he could see. When I leaned over into the car under the hood I saw him move over to the side of the car in the corner of my eye. I sighed as he watched me closely as I worked.

When I went back to the bolt I was struggling with I pushed down as hard as I could and got it lose. But when I did I smashed my had making me hiss and pull back. I grumbled and shook my hand to hit rid of the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut not seeing Howard come up and grabbed my jammed hand in his hand. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at my hand and rubbing where it hurt. "what are you doing?" I asked stepping back slowly.

"it's bruised let me see" he said taking my hand back and examining my thumb and palm. "im fine really" his chocolate eyes looked up at me making my heart race. My cheeks faded into a pink color and this time he saw it.

"I'm making you nervous, aren't I doll?" he asked kissing my knuckles then Releasing my hand. "n-no you don't" I said trying to stand my ground. I quickly turned around to my car and shut the hood. As soon as the hood shut with a thud I felt him behind me.

"so now your being shy around me?" he asked and kissed my cheek then my jaw. "what happened to your little attitude?" I sighed and turned around facing him. One of his hands fell to my hip and his other went under my chin lifting it up so we made eye contact. "we should see if Tony's up" I whispered.

He leaned in closer brushing his nose to mine. "he's not up yet" his brown eyes stared into my soul as his free hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me closer. "can I kiss you?"

His question surprised me. I wanted to say yes but when I stared into his brown eyes all I saw was tony. What would he think or react to his best friend kissing a young version of his father. He would always tell me how much he hated Howard and I was always Tony's shoulder to cry on and was always there to listen when he needed to rant about his father.

"I can't" I whispered as I placed my hands on his chest as a single tear left the corner of my eye. "we- I cant do this to tony" he looked at me with hurt and confusion glossing over his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to over step-" he started but I cut him off.

"I'm sorry... It's not you" I shook my head and left his arms. "I should get to work Tony's probably waiting" I said leaving him alone in the garage.

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"sorry about intrupting your vacation Bruce" I said crossing my arms and looking at him through the screen. "we wouldn't have called you unless it wasn't important" I said.

"don't worry about, sorry I cant be there to help" he responds. "no, you and natasha deserve to get away"

"wait I've got a quick question" Scott said behind me. "what?" me and Bruce said at the same time.

"so if Howard doesn't get back to his normal time period doesn't that mess up Tony's chance of being born?"

"no not necessarily" I said hoping up on my desk and flipping through my notebook of notes we've taken the last month.

"most likely when Howard and Peggy went into the future they made a different time line" Tony chimed in.

"wait, what do you mean?" Peggy asked crossing her arms. I looked over to my aunt and Howard. Howard avoided looking at me which made me upset but that was the least of my problems.

"okay like 5 or so years ago a member of the X-men had to trave into the future to fix something. Now when he did he made two different time lines. The one he was originally from the a different one...kinda like an alternate reality" I explained. "now if Tony's right you being here won't affect the past."

"so ignore everything you learned from back to the future Scott" Bruce committed through my computer.

"what if we don't want to go back?" Howard spoke up. Peggy whipped her head around and glared at him. "and take the chance of messing up the future? Messing up the chance of your son being born?" he said kinda shouting at him.

"aunt Peggy" I started she turned around and looked at me without any of the aggretion she gave Howard. "if you trave to the past or the future, that becomes your future/past and the your  future becomes the present. Which now can't be changed by your new future"

"so we could stay here if we wanted?" she asked looking at Steve. He was in the back of the lab trying to stay out of the way. "it's a risk to take, but most likely yes" Tony responded.

"we need to look more into it before you guys make any decisions" I said looking at Peggy then Howard. He immediately looked down and started to fiddle with button on the sleeve of his gray dress shirt.

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Another week passed and we got a little bit closer at cracking the codes. Last week we were lucky enough to get Shuri to trave from Wakanda and help us. Me and her worked into the night so Tony and Howard could get sleep and then we got sleep in the early mornings.

"almost done with the coding on this" shuri said taping on one of the hologram screens in the lab. "I'm putting in the last of the wiring now" I respond twisting the red and blue wire together then closing the lid to cover it. Before I could continue with anything else the alarm went off signaling there was a mission.

I sighed and ran off after apologizing to shuri for ditching her. "what do we got?" I asked running into the jet were everyone else was. "just a standard Hydra base, nothing we aren't already use to" steve said.

The mission was longer than we intesapated and a lot of us got engerd especially me but I didn't really care. When we got home I tried to go to bed but Tony and Steve dragged me to the lab were Howard was working with Shuri. "what happened?" he asked as steve picked me up and sat me on Tony's desk. "I'm fine" I mumbled.

"Howard check her enjeries will ya" Steve said walking out of the lab. "I'm fine really" I said as Howard rolled up my sleeve to check the cut on my arm.

"so what happened?" he asked cleaning the cut that was on my forehead. "it was just harder than we expected... More weapons and better sacurity than we thought" I replied and tried to leave but he pushed me back down. "come on Stark"

"you know it's not a bad thing to get help some times" he said kinda irritated. I sighed and let him help. "thanks" I mumbled.

"your welcome" he simply replied and wrapped up my forearm with a bandeges. "I'm only trying to help ya know" he said breaking the silence.

"I know" I mumbled looking down not wanting to face him. He didn't seem to like that so he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. I looked into his brown eyes and felt the familiar feeling. My heart pounded as he leaned in closer than pressed his lips to mine softly. I surprisingly didn't push him away I let it happen. I felt his hands move to both sides of my jaw and pulled me close as he depend the kiss. "Howie.." I said.

He only hummed. "I like that" he said against my lips smirking. He tilted his head to the side for another but placed my hands on his chest stopping him.

"okay I'm sorry" he whispered.

"I'm not, but I can't get attached" I said. "why?" he asked looking scared of rejection. "because we live in two different worlds and time periods.. We have to get you back home" I said tearing up. I moved away and left him but he quickly grabbed my hand before I could get to far.

"you can honestly tell me you feel nothing for me" he spoke.

"yes... I have feelings for you Howard" I said with a whimper.

"then-then what's wrong? Why can't we be together?" he said stepping up closer. "you really want to know why?" I spoke getting frustrated.

"yes! I want to know why" he said shouting. "because I don't trust myself with you" I whispered. I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I couldn't. The idea of being with someone always seemed to be slim or negative for me. I did care about him but I was scared.

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"have you seen my father?" Tony asked coming into the kitchen where I was reading.  "how should I know? I'm not his babysitter" I said not looking up from my book.

"well I just noticed how he started following you around like a lost puppy" he said setting down in front of me. I looked up from my book and locked eyes with genius. "what are you implying?"

He tilted his head to the side like he didn't know what I was talking about. He gave me the soft puppy eyes he always gave me when he knew something was wrong. "okay forget my father, are you okay?"

I shook my head and felt the clinch in my chest as I tried to hold back the tears. "me and Howard kiss" I sob and covered my face afraid of his reaction.

"did he kiss you?"

"yes" I responded

"did you kiss back?"

"I'm sorry Tony, I tried to not get close bu-"

"I'm not mad" he said cutting me off. I raised my droppie head and gave him and questioning look. "why aren't you mad? You always told me how much you hated your father, now I'm starting to fall for him"

"it's okay" he whispered then wrapped his arms around me. "he just better not hurt you"

"it doesn't matter" I spoke pulling away from his arms. "once we get the time machine to work he's going back home.. It would have never worked between us"

"I'm sorry (n/n)" he wrapped his arms around me again and rested my head on his shoulder. "we'll figure this out okay?"

"okay" I mumbled.

----------(Howard's pov)----------

"okay let's start it up" Tony shouts. The machine that's supposed to take us home fired up. I stood there not really wanting to leave and I could tell Peggy didn't want to leave either.

I watched the time machine glow and slightly shake signaling us it was time to leave. I sighed feeling bad that I didn't tell (y/n) goodbye. She was probably the first woman a genuinely loved and was more than a fling or lust. She was smart and sarcastic and didn't fall to my feet when first met her. She made me work for her affection and attention which I actually liked and I worked hard for it.

The times she pushed me away only told me she cared more about other people's happiness than her own. She had a heart of gold and I admired that. She pushed me away because she was afraid of hurting Tony.

"wait" Peggy's voice said grabbing my arm. I looked at her kinda sad and stood in my place. "do you love her?"

I tilted my head to the side trying to play dumb. "don't you look at me like that, you know what I'm thinking about" she said.

I dropped my head and sighed. "I do" i shook my head and started fiddling with the insides of the pockets of my jeans. "than go to her" she said crossing her arms. "stay here and be happy"

"what if effects something? What if I screw up the time line?" I asked pacing back and forth.

"you won't" Tony butted in. "I've talked to Bruce and Strange, and they both said you can't mess it up" I looked down not wanting to look at the man that would be my son in the future. "look she loves you so just stay with her" he said with a sigh. He had the look of someone being forced to say something they didn't.

"I don'-" I started. "go!" Jarvis and Peggy both said at the same time cutting me off.

I nodded and ran out of the room than down the hallway looking for her. I frantically looked around and found a lot of dead ends before I found her in one of the labs. "hay" I said casually.

She quickly looked at me with big dough eyes. "aren't you supposed to be back in the 40's now?"

"I've come to a conclusion" I said walking up to her. "and what is that?" she said crossing her arms. "I'm staying here"

She stared at me with shock painted all over her face. "why would you? What dose this time period have to offer really?"

"you" I said truthfully and stepped up closer maybe only leaving five inches between us. "I want to stay here with you"

I placed my hand on her cheek and slowly leaned in connecting my lips to hers. I felt her arms slowly wrap around my neck and deepen the kiss.

"I love you" I whispered against her lips.

She slowly pulled away and smirked. "I know" I playfully rolled my eyes knowing she was joking. I kissed her forehead and smiled. "your gonna have to teach me about modern time though"

"oh that should be tons of fun" she chuckled than wrapped her small arms around my waist.

"is Peggy staying too?" her small voice spoke making me sighed. She's going back for me, for us. She was on of my closest friends and she's giving up the opportunity to be with steve just so I could be with (y/n). She told me of one of us stays someone needs to be on the 40's keeping it safe. She also told me to keep her safe because (y/n) was her niece. Even though the the two just met you could tell how much Peggy loved her. "she's going back so I could stay with you"

"she also told me to take care of you and if I break your heart she'll come back and kick my ass" I said trying to make her smile. She sadly smiled and looked up at me with her (e/c) eyes.

Everything happens for a reason. I was supposed to screw up with the time machine so it would take us into the future. I like to think I was supposed to find (y/n) and maybe I was supposed to make myself a better father to tony. What ever it supposed to be its definitely a second chance and I'm grateful for that.

#Howard Stark #Howard Stark X reader #Howard Stark imagibes #agent carter #Dominac Cooper #Marvel imagines #Mcu #Mcu x reader #Peggie Carter x reader #Peggie Carter imagines #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers imagines #Tony stark x reader #Tony stark imagines #Bruce banner x reader #Bruce banner imagines #Jarvis

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Howard, drunk: Steve, Peggy likes you!

Peggy, also drunk: Howard! You said you wouldn't tell!

Steve: Peg, we're marr-

Peggy: I'm going to tell Maria you like her!

Howard, gasping: NO!

Peggy: MARIA, HOWARD HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!

Maria, pregnant: Imagine that.

#steggy #steve x peggy #source: tumblr #peggy carter #steve rogers #howard #maria

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Blood In The Water Master List

Main Master List

Series Summary: Spin-off to All is Fair. Mob syndicates are yours and your partner's specialty. They don't call you the Sharks for nothing. There is blood in the water in New York City, not only is know Mob affiliate Steve Rogers missing, but the two other Mob bosses died in a huge shootout last year. It is up to you and your partner to uncover the truth, but not all is as it seems.

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please read at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chapter!

Pairing: Mob!Buckyx FBI Agent!reader

Chapters are in chronological order.

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

#mafia au #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel au #assassin!reader #steve and bucky #tony stark #stark!reader #Stark!sister #sam wilson #Howard Stark #the howling commandos #stark industries #bucky #blood in the water #mafia bucky x reader #mafia bucky barnes #mafia bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #fem reader #bucky fanfic #buckybarnes #james bucky barnes #bucky angst #bucky au #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #mob bucky barnes #mob boss bucky barnes #mob!au

[ieatadoptmepets]

Soundtrack and timeline to my fic And It All Leads Back To You, with explanations, 1-10. Check out my other posts for more info!

You Are My Sunshine (1940)- You discover this song again in the mid 40s when steve and bucky die. This song reminds you of them because for a long time they were your only family. You cry to it many nights. It's given a new meaning when you discover that howard, jarvis, and peggy are your family as well

When you wish upon a star (1940)- two meanings. A) you are grieving for steve and bucky. You wish them to be back so long, or that it'd stop hurting. B) you're on earth and have been for almost 150 years. You love Loki. You wish to see your best friend again

Dream a little dream of me (ella fitzgerald) (1950)- you've been dating howard for a while now, and you've accepted that you can love someone new and still hold your love for Loki. Howard reminds you of everything good in the world and shows you a life you never thought you could have

Fly me to the moon (1954)- a romantic song howard plays for you to express his love, and you love it, but you can't help but take the lyrics literally and dream about taking howard above the stars and to asgard. This became your wedding song with howard

Great balls of fire (1957)- one of the sillier songs you know but a testament to time. Always gets you dancing and having a good time

Johnny b goode (1958)- if you go out somewhere upbeat dancing, this song always plays somehow. howard has his ways, and knows you like this song

Put your head on my shoulder (1959)- stands as one of your favorite old love songs. Who knows how many times this plays on a vinyl in your and howards home?

At last (1961)- a beautiful song that reminds you that after all that time of searching you've finally found the love you were looking for

Sway (dean martin) (1961)- howard loves to play this song and dance to it with you, either early morning or late at night- you never could agree on what time it was when you pulled at-home all-nighter dates together

The lion sleeps tonight (1961)- not particularly a love song like the rest but it still is one of "your songs"

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Turning Point (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: An influenza outbreak incapacitates the 107th Tactical Team while out in the field and as they work to nurse (Y/N) back to health, Steve and Peggy finally have a moment alone.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers X Reader (Platonic), Bucky Barnes X Reader (Slight)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! This one-shot was originally gonna be about something else entirely, but it sort of evolved into this and I went along with it lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Turning Point March 1944 The Forests of Mount Oeta, Axis-Occupied Greece (Previous One-Shot)

Three months after their official formation, the 107th Tactical Team found themselves camping out in the dense forests of Mount Oeta as they traveled through Greece to destroy the second of five Hydra bases scattered throughout Europe. The intelligence they’d received from the SOE and several Greek Resistance groups pointed to the Hydra facility – a weapons manufacturing plant similar to the Austrian factory in Kreischberg that many of their team had recently been held in as POW’s – being located near the village of Gorgopotamos. They’d been ordered to stand by for further approval from their commanding officers at the Strategic Scientific Reserve and not long after setting up camp in a frosty clearing, nearly every member of their team came down with influenza.

Falsworth, Dugan and Morita were the first of them to fall ill, quickly followed by Dernier, Jones and Peggy; Bucky seemed to luck out, only suffering very mild symptoms that cleared up after twenty-four hours and thanks to the super-soldier serum flowing through Steve’s veins, he was spared from catching the infection. (Y/N), being the only other person who hadn’t succumbed to the illness, helped Steve and Bucky care for the others and slowly nursed all six of their comrades back to health. However, it was then that the codebreaker herself finally came down sick and unfortunately, her symptoms were the worst by far; as the hours turned into a day and a day turned into two, she showed little to no sign of improvement and an unspoken fear of losing their beloved codebreaker slowly filled them all one by one. And since he was the leader of their tactical team and responsible for every single member he’d personally recruited, Steve was wracked with a heavy guilt that only continued to grow the sicker (Y/N) became.

“Cap? You with me, Cap?”

Steve tore his gaze away from the makeshift medical tent they’d erected at the start of their camp’s epidemic and looked over at Morita, who was sitting cross-legged on his standard-issue sleeping bag and attempting to tune their scuffed Stark Industries radio. “Sorry, Morita. What was it?”

“I was just askin’ you if you think we should use the radio transceiver to call for help.” He patted the portable SCR-300 unit as his chapped lips pursed in worry. “I know that Stark said it’s only got enough juice for one long-distance transmission, but (Y/L/N)’s not gettin’ any better and-”

“That transceiver’s our only way of receiving the order from headquarters to move in and we can’t afford to jeopardize this mission by using up its one and only transmission,” Steve replied, hating the tactical words he found himself uttering despite the indisputable truth they held. “I wish we could, but we have our orders.”

A disappointed but understanding look crossed Morita’s face, and he gave Steve a short nod before returning his attention to the radio resting on his lap. Steve’s jaw tightened in an effort to remain composed as he detected the faint sounds of the codebreaker vomiting into a bucket and as he paced around the wide clearing, he took a moment to survey their camp and its morose occupants; their days-long trek through the mountains of Greece meant that they’d all been cut off from any news of their friends and family back home, and (Y/N)’s poor health had only lowered their already dwindling morale. Falsworth and Dernier – both distracted by worry for their families’ safety back home in a post-Operation Steinbock England and Nazi-Occupied France – were heading off to their sentry duties while Dugan and Jones – who were on-edge since they’d caught wind of the successful sinking of the USS Grayback by Japanese aircraft off the coast of Okinawa, yet another American ship sunk since the start of the war – were coming back from their patrol. Morita, unable to contact his mother and grandparents imprisoned in a Japanese internment camp back home in the States, was preoccupying himself with tuning their battered radio so that they could catch up to date with any news from the front. Some leader I am, Steve scoffed at himself and kicked at a fallen pinecone as he paced, if I can’t lead them like this then how am I gonna keep them safe out there on the battlefield?

Hearing Dugan and Jones’ heavy footsteps approaching, Steve wiped the apprehensive look off his face and replaced it with a more stoic stare as he turned to face both men. “How’s (Y/L/N) doin’?” The tense silence of the camp was punctuated by the sounds of dry heaving emanating from the medical tent, causing all three men to wince in sympathy. “Poor kid. I really don’t know how we’re gonna get her back on her feet, seeing as we all used up the last of the medicine.”

“That gal’s a fighter, Dum Dum; you hear how she cussed out Monty when he tried takin’ her temperature this morning?” A smirk tugged at the corner of Jones’ lips as he shook his head and slung his rifle’s strap over his shoulder. “I think I’d rather try snatching a hungry bobcat’s dinner away than mess around with a sick Agent (Y/L/N).”

Before either of them could reply, the flap covering the entrance of the medical tent was thrown open and a worried-looking Bucky emerged with a bucket in his arms, making a bee-line towards the trio of men the moment he spotted them. “All right, the good news is that I think we’re close to breaking her fever and lowering her body temperature.”

While both Dugan and Jones breathed a sigh of relief, the expression on his best friend’s face made Steve frown and brusquely ask, “And the bad news?”

“She’s severely dehydrated and the lack of food’s startin’ to get to her; things are gonna go south real quick if we don’t get some food and water into her soon.” Bucky unceremoniously thrust the full bucket he’d been holding into Dugan’s arms, ignoring the older man’s cry of protest and Jones’ snickers. “Get this cleaned out and when you’re done, have Morita give you a hand with the laundry and be sure to start with (Y/N)’s clothes first. I’m gonna take a look at our K-rations and see if I can’t whip up somethin’ that’ll be easy on her stomach.”

When both Dugan and Jones looked over at Steve for his authorization, he gave them an approving nod and watched them both hurry away to carry out their orders. “What can I do, Buck?”

“Go and help Carter cool her down; I’ve got her placing wet cloths onto her wrists, ankles and forehead, the same as what your Ma and I did when you caught scarlet fever back in ’31, and see if you can’t get her to drink a little water while you’re at it.” Despite his visible concern for their codebreaker’s deteriorating health, a ghost of his trademark grin flashed across his face. “All I got for my efforts were some pretty un-ladylike threats about where she’d shove the water canteen I offered her, so maybe you’ll have some better luck.”

Steve, knowing full well that his best friend was harboring a small crush on the team’s quick-witted codebreaker but wanting to keep his secret, simply nodded and patted Bucky’s shoulder as he strode past him; when he reached the flap of the medical tent, he politely cleared his throat and waited for Peggy’s welcome before entering. (Y/N) was lying on the cot, dressed in a sweat-soaked white shirt and khaki trousers with wet cloths strategically placed along her overheated body, and Peggy was seated next to her with a troubled look on her face as she gently dabbed a damp rag along her best friend’s face. Judging by the pallor of her skin, the dark circles under her fluttering eyes and the erratic heartbeat that only a super-soldier could hear, it was easy for Steve to see why Peggy and Bucky were so worried for her.

“Oh no, not you too,” (Y/N) croaked out when she finally noticed Steve’s presence, weakly smiling as he took a seat on the other side of her cot. “I already told Peg and Bucky that I’m as fit as a fiddle.”

“And I already told you that you’re as stubborn as a mule.” Peggy’s words were playful, but the brief look she gave Steve conveyed the anxiety she was fighting to mask for the codebreaker’s benefit. “Perhaps Captain Rogers can convince you that your only job right now is to rest, not to waste energy arguing with me or threatening Sergeant Barnes with bodily harm.”

The codebreaker let out a frustrated groan. “But there’s still codes-”

“And you’ll be able to decode ‘em when you get better,” Steve interjected, his tone gentle but resolute. “You spent days nursing the rest of the team back to health, so now it’s your turn to let us take care of you.” He poured some canteen water into a tin cup and held it out for her to take. “So, could you do me a favor and do as Peggy says?”

After a long moment, (Y/N)’s jaw unclenched and she managed to muster up a faint chuckle before taking the cup from him. “I always said that ‘do as Peggy says’ should be the SSR’s official slogan…” She forced down the water and while Steve took the empty cup away, she gave Peggy a small apologetic smile. “I’m sorry that I’m being a pain in the ass, Peg. It’s just that I…I’m not used to being fussed over. I can’t…help but feel like a burden…”

The codebreaker’s eyelids drooped and her labored breathing subtly evened out as she lost consciousness, but her heartbreaking words hung heavy in the dead-silent medical tent. Although they’d only known one another for two months, Steve was well-aware of (Y/N)’s turbulent relationship with her family and the hardships she’d faced throughout her childhood; it saddened him to know that such a kind and compassionate woman was deprived of the sort of loving home that he and Bucky were lucky to have grown up in, and it made it all the more unfair that she was suffering after tirelessly caring for her teammates in their time of need.

A quiet sniffle caused Steve to look up from (Y/N)’s clammy face, and he felt a pang in his chest when he caught sight of Peggy wiping a tear off her cheek; when the agent’s reddened eyes met his, she gave him a saddened smile and quietly spoke. “From the moment we first met, (Y/N)’s been like a sister to me and since my brother Michael’s death, I can’t…I’d rather not imagine living in a world without her.”

Steve returned her smile with one of his own before reaching over the cot and tentatively resting his hand atop hers. “(Y/N)’s a fighter, Peggy. She’s gonna pull through this, and it’ll be because she’s got all of us here to help her out.” Peggy’s expression softened and Steve felt his face warm when she set the damp rag down and gave his hand a grateful squeeze. In an instant, it dawned on him that they hadn’t been alone with one another since their disastrous confrontation back at the SSR’s headquarters after his and Private Lorraine’s kiss; he awkwardly cleared his throat and slipped his hand out from under Peggy’s, picking up the rag and dabbing it into the bowl of water perched on a nearby crate as he attempted to keep his emotions in check. “I’m, um…I guess I’m not really used to being on this side of an illness,” He remarked, wringing the rag out and carefully placing it across (Y/N)’s heated forehead. “It’s a strange perspective, being the caregiver instead of the patient; I’m usually the one lying in bed with a hundred and two degree fever.”

“Doctor Erskine mentioned that your medical history was rather extensive…” Peggy stood and leaned over to adjust the codebreaker’s makeshift pillow, and her sympathetic eyes met his when he moved to help her. “I can’t begin to imagine how challenging your life was before Project Rebirth.”

Returning to his seat, Steve removed the cloth encircling (Y/N)’s wrist and wetted it with fresh water, his gaze fixed onto his task as the memories of his childhood in Brooklyn and the hazy memories of each of his life-threatening illnesses invaded his mind. “My ma – she was a nurse, you see – she always told me that God blessed her with a baby he knew she’d have no trouble raising on her own. He sure as hell didn’t hold back his punches, either; before high school, I was diagnosed with asthma, scoliosis, arrhythmia, high blood pressure, astigmatism, pernicious anemia, stomach ulcers, sinusitis, fallen arches, and I had a couple of bouts of colds, rheumatic fever and scarlet fever. But none of that ever stopped her…” His eyes stung with the urge to cry but he forced himself to remain composed as he continued. “She told me that nothing in heaven or hell could stop her from taking care of me.”

“Your mother sounds like a strong-willed woman. Is she…?” Sensing her hesitancy, Steve shook his head and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her purse her lips and fiddle with the end of her braided hair before continuing. “She'd be very proud of the man you’ve become.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and chuckled to disguise the unexpected emotion the agent’s thoughtful words brought on. “I’m still just that skinny kid from Brooklyn, now just with a serum that gives you muscles and an iron-clad immune system.”

“You’re more than the serum.” Peggy’s gentle and affirming tone caused Steve to look up and meet her sparkling brown eyes. “The serum would be nothing without the good, kind-hearted man it empowers,” She reached across the cot to rest her hand atop his, causing Steve’s heart to race and a blush to color his cheeks. “You’re my hero, Steve.”

There was a sudden and palpable shift in the air as Steve studied the agent’s eyes and took in her words. Although he’d undergone an incredible physical transformation that saw him go from sickly to the epitome of strength, the way Peggy looked at him never changed; it was clear as day that she meant exactly what she’d said – after all, Peggy Carter was hardly one for mincing words and had no issue speaking her mind in any given situation – and that realization only made Steve’s admiration and unspoken attraction to her grow. With a soft smile, Steve twisted his hand around to intertwine their fingers and shyly replied, “You’re my hero, too.”

Peggy’s smile grew but before either of them could say or do anything further, Bucky and Dugan burst into the medical tent; they both quickly withdrew their hands from one another before either man took note of their intimate moment, and Steve hastily averted his gaze from the equally-flustered agent seated across from him. “How’s the patient doing?” Bucky asked, oblivious to the conversation he’d walked in on as he set a bowl of broth down onto the nearest crate and moved to replace the cloth on (Y/N)’s forehead with the back of his hand; after a moment, the look of concern written across his face softened and he breathed out a relieved sigh. “Her fever finally broke; she should be okay after we get her to eat and drink a little.”

“Oh, thank heavens,” Peggy beamed and a reassured Dugan ruffled her hair before ducking out of the medical tent to inform their teammates of the good news. “Ste-Captain Rogers was able to convince her to drink a little water after you left.”

“And Peg-Agent Carter managed to cool her down with the wet cloths,” Steve added, awkwardly clearing his throat when his best friend glanced over his shoulder and arched a curious brow at him. “So, um, you made soup?”

Bucky chuckled. “Well, my ma sure as hell wouldn’t call it that, but a bouillon cube mixed into boiling water’ll just have to do.” With the gentleness of a well-seasoned caregiver, he nudged (Y/N)’s shoulder and smiled when her eyes finally fluttered open. “Hey there, doll. I know you’re tired, but I’ve got some food here for you; it ain’t easy makin’ these K-rations taste edible, but I worked a little magic just for you.”

Groaning, (Y/N) allowed Bucky to help her sit up and Steve, not wanting to be in their way, stood and gave Peggy a small smile as he made his way to the tent’s flap. “I, um…I should go and check in with the others. Would you tell (Y/N) that I hope she feels better soon and that she’s to continue following your orders until she does?”

“Of course. And Steve?” He turned around in time to catch the tender look etched across Peggy’s beautiful features, illuminated by a smile that caused his stomach to lurch in a not-so-unpleasant way. “Thank you, for opening up to me.”

Steve nodded once and returned her smile with one of his own. “And thank you, Peg.”

Arching a quizzical brow, the agent quietly asked, “What for?”

“For listening.”

And as Steve turned and walked out of the medical tent, all he could think of was the way Peggy had looked at him and how happy he was that they’d seemingly moved on from their turbulent encounter back at headquarters. When the war’s over, I’m gonna buy (Y/N) (Y/L/N) every single Andrews Sisters record and box of herbal teabags I can get my hands on, Steve silently vowed as his smile grew into a full-blown grin.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot. Enjoy!

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Grace - Chapter 11: Crash and Burn

Pairing: Howard Stark x F!Reader , Bucky x Reader [Eventually]

Word Count: 1383

Series Summary: A young nurse is recruited by Dr. Abraham Erskine to join the SSR to assist on Project Rebirth. Following her work with the SSR she is drafted into the US Army Nurse Corps in the war against the Nazis…and HYDRA.

Author’s Note: Hey hey hey! Welcome back. 2024 is the year to start writing again... I hope haha. Anyway I have finished CATFA. I have a few ideas to do before starting CATWS but we shall see what my brain comes up with when the time comes!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs they are either found on google or under the gif tag provided by tumblr. Any language other than English was translated using Google Translator, and translations will be posted in bolden italics after. I am not a nurse or in the medical field although I may do some research medical treatment written may not be correct.

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The plan wasn't exactly what she had expected. Letting Steve walk willingly into their grasp definitely wasn't something she thought highly of. It was an irrational plan but she was putting more trust in him than she probably should but they needed to finish this. The Commandos had talked her out of trying to physically go with Rogers in the first place. She had shown up ready to get on the back of his motorcycle and ride headfirst in the line of fire but it took all of the Commandos, Dugan specifically, to talk her out of it. Instead the nurse made sure she would be ready to join the guys to save that punk from Brooklyn from Hydra's grasp.

She readied her handlebar for the zipline, she wouldn't be missing her mark this time. No, as soon as she got the nod that her anchor was set she had jumped and was making her way down the line Jaques followed not far behind on one side. Grace kicked her legs out as she neared the window reading to break through. Her boots hit and the momentum shattered the glass, her hands released going straight for the shot gun wrapped around her torso, aiming and firing at the first person that she seen that wasn't on her side. Her eyes hardened and despite the ring in her ears from the multiple gunshots around her she kept locked on. She moved to the shield which had been taken when Rogers was captured.

"'Ey, kid! You might need this," The nurse called before she threw the shield to the super soldier who turned to face her, sparks from a stray bullet spraying behind him.

He shouted a thanks before following after Schmidt. The nurse followed the fellow commandos through the halls, humming the hymnal she got her moniker from. After all the hymn brought her a munch needed distraction from the bodies that vanish when hit by the energy from the Hydra guns.

“Ya know hearing ya humming right now is quite unnerving right now Gracie.” Jaques comments as he covers for Dugan who switches his gun out for one of the Hydra ones.

“Yeah well seeing people evaporate before my eyes is unnerving too but we all are witnessing it.” Gracie sighed.

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

The battle continued and for Gracie a gun fight turned into a physical fight that she wasn’t prepared for with one of the Hydra soldiers in all black tactical suits. Gracie swung the butt of the gun at the guy in the same way that Bucky taught her. The Hydra soldier blocked the hit and a deep chuckle startled her out of her focus.

“Ah, du kennst den Soldaten. Schade, was passiert ist. Aber er wird sich erholen.” Ah you know the soldier. A shame what happened. But he will recover.

Her head snapped to attention. Recover? Her chest tightened under the tags that belonged to someone else. Distance. She needed distance. Pulling a leg up between them she kicked him away and into the path of Phillips driving Schmidt’s car.

After hitting the agent Phillips looks to the nurse, “Get in.”

The nurse jumps into the car and Phillips picks up Peggy and follows Rogers who is sprinting after a plane. The car screeched to a halt and Peggy got into the back of the car as the nurse climbed out.

“What are you waiting for punk? Get in!” Grace snaps.

Before Steve was even sitting Phillips sped off to catch up with the plane. The nurse watched the car race after the plane. Her eyes slowly lowered to the pavement. The agent’s words replaying in her head. Did she mess up the translation? Was he talking about a different soldier? Bucky fell. Someone couldn’t live a fall like that. But maybe…

“Lieutenant, look alive!” Phillips’ command snapped her out of her thoughts drawing her attention up to the returning car and a stunned looking Peggy.

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

Phillips, Peggy, and the nurse joined Morita in the communication tower of the hanger. They were waiting for some kind of sign from Rogers, or worse, news of what Schmidt gets away with. There are still a few fights going on below them but there was already a clear winner there. The nurse pulled out her med kit and moved out to the hall to patch up injured and keep herself busy but that didn’t keep her from hearing the transmission come in. Rogers had defeated Schmidt. Steve needed to force the plane down before New York, without enough time to contact Howard for help.

“Grace, you might want to get in here. Some thing tells me Agent Carter is going to need you.” Jim hints, his melancholy tone showing that he knew what was about to happen just as much as everyone else that can here the radio.

“Peggy, this is my choice.”

The nurse enters the communication room. Her eyes land the dark waves of her best friend’s hair. She crosses the room her boot steps seemed louder than they should be, or was that her heartbeat in her ears? Grace reached a supportive hand out, resting it on Peggy’s shoulder. Peg, turned her head just slightly.

“Peggy?” Steve sounded dejected.

Peggy turned her attention back to the open line. “I’m here.”

“I’m going to need a rain check on that dance.” Grace closed her eyes as the slightest tug of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she listened to Rogers.

Peggy reached a hand up to rest over her friend’s her body tensing for a moment as she resisted the tears that wanted to fall, a few escaping her dark eyes. “Alright. A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

Peggy wiped at the fallen tear. “Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late. Understood?” Peggy’s hand closed over Grace’s.

“You know, I still don’t know how to dance.”

The fond smile on Peggy’s face was short lived, her voice nearly cracking, “I’ll show you how. Just be there.”

“We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on your—” Steve’s voice cut out and all that could be heard in the tower was the radio static.

Peg pulled away from her friend, “Steve?” She struggled with her emotions her voice cracking as she called once again for Steve but she received no reply. Hopeless sobs joined the static and the tower was empty besides the two women. Peggy leaned over the control panel infront of her, shoulders shaking as she silently cried over the man she wouldn’t get the chance of being with. Grace rubbed her back softly, her mouth opened and she did the one thing she could think of to soothe her friend and she began to sing.

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.”

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Returning to New York was something bittersweet. The world was celebrating the end of the war. Yet the Commandos toasted to their fallen captain. Howard lead the search for the plane crash, his fiance alone in their apartment. Before her a diary with her scrawled writing. A soldier wouldn’t have survived the fall from the train. Maybe.. maybe a super soldier would. Could James had survived the fall?

Howard returned, nothing but the tesseract was found. He entered the apartment, the stack of unclaimed mail in his hand. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the woman staring at a large board of calculations and a single photo of Sergeant James Barnes. Her fingers clasped and tapping on the thin metal army issued ID tag that belonged to the same pictures soldier on the board.

The second thing that Howard noticed was the lack of ring on her hand or hanging from the chain around her neck. He would find it in a few minutes on the counter in the kitchen back in the box it came in a scribbles apology not under the box.

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Captain America

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Requested: Yes, by @flowers-and-fichte​ ! Thanks so much for your patience with this one queen, it took me forever (I completely underestimated my April schedule when I opened requests), but I’m happy with how it came out! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Steve Rogers was supposed to get the serum and become Captain America. An enemy agent was supposed to shoot him and Erskine, keeping the Allies from ever getting a weapon like that. Y/N was supposed to be in the room, supporting her boyfriend and keeping an eye on things along with her fellow agent, Peggy Carter. None of them end up with the roles they'd expected.

Word Count: 5,667

Category: Fluff, Angst

A/N: I haven’t watched tfa or what if? in a hot minute so this ended up as a kind of mix of all of those with some other fun stuff thrown in there

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I couldn't help the question escaping my lips as I sat at the bar with my boyfriend, Steve Rogers. He looked even paler than usual as we sat together for our last night before Steve would risk everything in an experiment to become a supersoldier tomorrow morning. We'd both been given special leave from camp and our regular duties to spend tonight together, both of us mentally preparing.

"I'm sure," he said, after taking a long breath in and out. He looked at me with a calm smile, confidence written in every line of his face despite the massive uncertainty that followed us through every minute of this war.

His answer didn't surprise me one bit.

I'd only met Steve a short time ago, when he showed up at camp for training along with tons of other recruits. Despite the fact that he was clearly nowhere near healthy enough to be here without the support of Doctor Erskine, and that General Phillips clearly didn't like him very well, he never let any of that stop him or slow him down.

I'd fallen in love almost at first sight.

Despite the mountain of obstacles in his way, Steve had fought to be part of the war, to defend justice and freedom, no matter what barriers anyone put in his way. From the US military to the enemy, he did everything in his power to stand for what was right, no matter who stood against him. What more could I ask for in a partner?

"You're coming with me tomorrow, right?" he asked, looking at me with a touch of uncertainty breaking through his expression. It was the first and only sign he'd shown of fear for tomorrow and what it might bring.

"Of course, Steve," I said, smiling as I reached out to take his hand. I'll be there with you every step of the way, both before and after."

He nodded, giving me a tight smile which I returned. Neither of us was willing to entertain the possibility that there might not be an after tomorrow.

We finished our drinks, taking our time and enjoying the moment together, then left hand-in-hand to return to our separate army bunks for the night. I knew sleep would be difficult, but I did my best to drift off quickly, since I'd need to be as rested as possible for the morning.

The drive to the facility and all the procedures that went with it passed in a blur when the time came. I stayed by Steve's side as much as I could, both of us resolute and determined as we entered the top secret facility where Steve would become the world's first super soldier.

"Don't worry, he's going to be fine."

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Howard Stark's voice behind me. I'd been lost in thought and hadn't noticed his approach, and couldn't hold back a slight glare when I turned to face him.

"You're strung as tight as a live wire."

"I don't think that's a real expression, Howard."

He shrugged. "What makes any expression more real than another? If you say it often and with enough confidence, it becomes one."

With that settled, at least in his mind, he headed off towards the waiting machines and instruments he needed to tend to. I just shook my head as I watched him go.

"How are you feeling?" asked the much more calming voice of Peggy Carter from my right. I sighed as I turned to her, arguably my best friend in the world, and she gave me a sympathetic look.

"I've felt better. I just... I hope he's okay. Howard says he will be, but Howard's a maniac, so what does he know?"

Peggy gave me a soft smile as I turned to look at Steve, who stood across the room talking to Doctor Erskine.

"He will be fine, Y/N. And once this is over, the two of you can keep fighting the bad guys and saving the world even more than you already have."

I sighed, at last turning my attention back to my friend and willing myself to believe her words.

"I'm sure you're right, Peggy."

Time seemed to fly by and move at the pace of molasses somehow at the same time as Howard made the last adjustments on the machines and Steve had a last few words with Doctor Erskine. I waited a few steps from the machine with Peggy by my side as Steve finally approached. The time had come.

And then a shot rang out.

I whipped my head around in horror towards the source of the noise, to find Doctor Erskine lifeless on the ground, a man with a gun hovering over him. Officers all around the room ran to take him down, but not quickly enough.

He fired off another shot. It hit Steve right in the chest.

"No!" I screamed, surging forward to try to get to my boyfriend, my best friend, the love of my life, but my progress was stopped by an even greater force pulling me backward. I whirled around, ready to throw off whatever was pulling me backward, and to my surprise found Peggy.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm so sorry," she said, continuing to drag me nonetheless. Then she turned, shouting across the room. "Howard!"

Somehow, amidst the screaming and chaos in the room and the gunshot that still seemed to ring everywhere and drown out everything else, Howard apparently heard her.

"We're a go, Peggy! Now!"

I finally caught sight of Steve then, laying on the floor without moving despite the flood of movement happening around him. My heart leapt into my throat, and I was about to shove Peggy off me and go to him again when, somehow, I was looking at the ceiling instead.

Peggy hovered over me and I moved to get up, but restraints slapped me into place as, finally, I realized what was happening.

I was in the supersoldier machine. Instead of Steve, Howard and Doctor Erskine's concoction was being pumped into my bloodstream while the one it was intended for, my wonderful boyfriend, lay dead or dying a few feet away.

For better or worse, the despair welling in my chest didn't have the chance to overtake me as a pain like nothing I'd ever felt completely took over every thought, sense, and feeling in my body. Somehow, I was on fire, and the metal box around me was closing in. My limbs were being ripped away one by one, my skin was stretching to the point of breaking, my blood was boiling-

I screamed, but it felt like a faraway version of me that did it. I wasn't in my own body anymore, rather looking down from somewhere else as my brain short circuited with every nerve ending screaming.

And then suddenly, I was back. The pain started to ebb, and I grit my teeth and focused on breathing and hanging onto survival no matter what it took. I would do it, I would survive this world-ending pain, and I would do it for Steve. And hopefully, by some insane miracle, he would do the same for me.

At last, the rest of the pain drained away, leaving me breathing heavily but otherwise feeling better than I ever had in my life. Slowly, I felt the contraption Howard had built tip upright, and my porthole viewing window revealed the room I'd just left.

I had no idea how long it had taken, but based on the chaos that still dominated the slightly more empty room I guessed it hadn't been too long. At last, the metal door opened, and I stumbled out. I looked down, intending to finally run to Steve, but he wasn't there.

"Y/N!"

"How do you feel?"

I turned to find Peggy and Howard, their voices respectively concerned and curious, then found I had to look down a little further than I ever had before. I blinked a few times, the world briefly spinning, and realized, somehow, I was taller than I'd been a few minutes ago.

"Do you think she can speak?" I heard Howard ask, leaning around me to talk to Peggy. "Maybe some of the muscle growth impacted her vocal cords-"

"Where's Steve?" I managed to ask, overcoming my shock and inadvertently answering Howard's question. He looked at me in surprise, then started dancing around me with scientific instruments and taking measurements, so I turned to Peggy.

"Y/N, are you alright? I-"

"Where is he, Peggy?"

She hesitated, then seemed to realize I was stubborn enough not to let this go until I got an answer. "A few of the soldiers we still trust took him to the hospital."

"Take me to him."

"Y/N, I really don't think-"

"Peggy." My best friend and I stood perfectly frozen as we held eye contact, Howard still moving all around me but neither of us paying him any attention. "I need to see Steve."

She sighed, then gave an abrupt nod. "Howard, if anyone asks, tell them where we've gone. And keep me updated on anything you find out."

"Hold on, I still need to-"

"You can do experiments on our friend later," she snapped. I gave her a grateful smile as I followed behind her, out of the room where the world had just upended itself completely. I loved Howard, but sometimes he didn't know the meaning of the word "boundary".

Still half in a daze, I followed Peggy to a car outside. She went around to the driver's side while I went to climb into the passenger's seat. I tried to pull the door open, something I'd done a thousand times before, but the door ripped off its hinges in my hand like it was made of paper. I stared at it blankly, trying to fight off the wave of shock threatening to totally overcome me.

"Y/N?"

I shook myself out of it, looking back up at Peggy.

"I'm fine."

We got a new car, and for the first part of our drive, I tried quietly testing out a few of my new limits. I could bend metal like it was nothing, and I was clearly stronger and more muscled than I'd been before the serum. Erskine's serum was a success; I was officially a supersoldier.

As we made our way through the busy streets of New York to the hospital, my mind wandered to other things. I glanced over at Peggy, white knuckled on the steering wheel while otherwise projecting outward calm.

"Why did you do it, Peggy?" I asked, unable to help the question from bursting out of me.

Peggy glanced over to me, then back to the road. She was silent for almost two full blocks before she finally answered.

"You were always our contingency plan," she started, her voice a little gravelly. "While you and Steve were having your last night of drinks, Howard and I had drinks of our own. He was worried about the serum falling into the wrong hands, especially after Colonel Phillips pushed for that absolute prat from training camp. We talked about it for some time, and neither of us could come up with a better option than you."

I didn't respond, instead opting to stare straight ahead as I tried to process everything Peggy had just told me. She gave me a few seconds, then continued.

"I'm sorry we never told you, Y/N," she said. "We didn't have much time, and honestly, it was never supposed to come to this."

I nodded, mostly to let her know I'd heard her. My brain was working overtime, but one question kept ringing through my mind.

"Why me?"

Peggy glanced at me a few times, splitting her attention between me and the road.

"Why you? I thought that would be rather self-evident."

She briefly turned her attention away from me as she at last pulled into a parking spot in front of the hotel. I started to shift in my seat, ready to just let the question keep echoing in my head while I ran to find Steve, but Peggy put a hand on my arm to stop me.

"Y/N, listen to me. You are just as good a choice for this serum as Steve. You're strong, kind, and a fundamentally good person- not only are we lucky to have you as the world's first supersoldier, but I'm lucky to have you as a friend. I know this must be overwhelming, and I'm sorry I put you in this situation without warning. But I need you to believe it when I say you are up to this task."

I took a deep breath as Peggy held my stare, willing myself to take in her words. I wanted to, but honestly now that we were at the hospital, I couldn't really think of much beyond Steve.

I gave Peggy a tight-lipped smile, then pulled my arm out of her grasp and moved for the car door. I nearly pulled this one off its hinges too, then remembered to be much, much more gentle than I'd normally be.

Peggy gave me a look as we got out of the car together and headed towards the hospital, but I pretended not to notice. Thankfully, she just let it go, and helped me get to Steve as quickly as possible.

When we arrived at his hospital room, he wasn't there. We'd been told he was in emergency surgery, and the doctors were currently fighting to save his life. I plopped down in the chair next to his bed and resolved to wait.

"He's not going to be back for some time, you know," Peggy said gently from her place by the door. "You might be waiting here for a while."

"Better than waiting in a lab while all the military execs talk about what to do with me now."

Peggy pursed her lips, but didn't voice whatever she was feeling. She just nodded, and came to take a seat by my side.

"Then I suppose I'm in for the long haul too."

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When they finally brought Steve back in, he was unconscious. Alive, to my massive relief, but unconscious and still not safe as he was fighting to recover from his injury and the resulting surgery. I didn't move an inch from my seat by his side.

Peggy stayed with me for a while, but eventually had to start working with and talking to various generals and officials again. None of them wanted to let me out in the field anyway, so I didn't have anyone challenging my decision to stay by Steve's side.

When I was alone with him, I talked to him, telling him about everything that had happened after he'd been shot and working through my own attempts at processing everything that had happened. I started exploring my powers in my own time too, within the confines of the room. I could bend the metal instruments left on the table in one corner, and could do more than double the number of pushups I'd been able to do before without breaking a sweat.

I was in the middle of testing whether I could jump high enough to touch the ceiling (yes) and then with how much of my arm I could touch it with when Peggy came back into the room. She grinned when she saw what I was doing, but I quickly stopped to look at her instead.

"Not going stir crazy, I hope?" she teased. I rolled my eyes.

"It's for science, Peggy. Come on."

She snorted, but didn't challenge my statement all the same. Instead, she crossed the room to take a seat beside Steve, next to the chair I usually sat in.

"How is he doing?" she asked softly, staring now at Steve instead of me. I sighed and went to sit next to her.

"Still fighting through his coma, as I'm sure you can see," I said. It had been just less than a week now, but Steve still hadn't woken up. "The doctors say his injuries are healing well, though, and they're hopeful that he'll wake up soon."

Peggy nodded, keeping her gentle stare on Steve for another minute longer, then at last turned to me. Her expression became much more serious, and I tried to brace myself for whatever she would say next.

"We need you back," she said bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush. "I've worked with Howard to get permission for you to join us–meaning Howard and myself, under General Phillips–in the European theater. We don't have permission for more than just you being there yet, but this is the closest we've come to getting you cleared for active duty. If you stay, we may never get you out of a lab or off a stage again."

I frowned, processing her words. I hadn't realized there'd been a risk of being trapped in a lab or on a stage for the rest of the war, although if I'd given it a second of thought, I probably would have.

"I know you don't want to leave Steve," said Peggy, turning to look at him one last time. "I can't say I really want to either. But he wouldn't want you to be cooped up in here, when there's so much you could be doing out there."

I sighed, staring at Steve as I felt Peggy's eyes drilling into me. I knew she was right; Steve and I hadn't gone through everything we'd been through so far, both alone and together, just to stand by and do nothing if the opportunity came up for us to make a difference.

"Alright," I finally said, tearing my eyes away from Steve and hardening my resolve. "Let's do this, then."

Peggy smiled, and I didn't let myself look back as I followed her out of the room.

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The next few weeks were an absolute blur. Peggy (and Howard, whenever he was around) kept pushing for me to be allowed into combat, and just about every other top brass officer pushed back. Despite the fact they refused to clear me, I'd been kept plenty busy, running around with Peggy doing all the codebreaking, organizational, and action-coordinating duties we'd done before and then some. Whenever I finally collapsed onto my bedroll for a few hours of sleep at the end of the day, I basically slept like the dead.

Still, I jolted up quickly enough when Peggy shook my shoulder just past two in the morning.

"What do you want?" I mumbled, the words only half-intelligible thanks to the sleep slurring my words. After the initial adrenaline that I was being attacked had faded, the drowsiness had swept back in with a vengeance.

"Some soldiers just returned to camp," she said, her voice a hissing whisper. The urgency and the secrecy made me sit up a little straighter, some of the sleepiness fading away. "They're what's left of a regiment captured by Hydra, the rest of whom are currently being held at a base some distance into enemy territory."

"Okay..."

"Since Steve's talked to me about Bucky, I'm assuming you know about him too?"

"...Of course. Obviously I never met him, but... Steve talks about him all the time. Why?"

"His regiment–him included–is the one being held by Hydra."

I shot up, finally fully awake. "What?"

"Bucky, along with most of the other soldiers in his regiment, are being held at a Hydra base not far from our current position. While this is obviously awful-"

"If anything happens to him, Steve-"

"I think it could also prove exactly the opportunity we need."

My eyes snapped to Peggy, not even bothering to hide how crazy I thought she was as I looked at her.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Y/N, you are being wasted sitting in this camp doing behind the scenes duties, even more than you were before you took the serum. Neither of us wants to risk everything and get court-martialed for something ridiculous, no matter how tempting it may be. But going after Bucky and his regiment, going on a mission to save them... that might be worth it. And it might be everything we need to get everyone to stop second-guessing your importance in combat."

"Are you suggesting we go rogue, somehow sneak across enemy lines, and that I then go single-handedly into an active Hydra base to free almost an entire captured regiment?"

"And destroy the Hydra base in the process, yes."

I sighed, staring blankly at a spot on my blankets for a minute, then swung my legs out of bed and looked at Peggy.

"Alright, I'm in. It's been a little too long since I've done something stupid and reckless anyway."

Just under three hours later, I found myself jumping out of a plane towards a Hydra base, in the middle of enemy territory. Famous last words, I guess, saying I hadn't been doing anything reckless and then jumping straight into the most reckless thing I'd ever done.

I landed in the Hydra base behind a cluster of tanks, then managed to sneak my way inside. Thankfully, I knew enough about interior layouts to make a pretty good guess of where prisoners might be kept, and it wasn't long before I found the men from the missing regiment in a series of cages.

One of them was talking to a guard, thankfully the only one in the room, until I knocked the guard out.

"And who are you?" asked the man behind bars, sounding pleasantly surprised.

"Captain America," I said simply, standing tall with my shoulders back. That had been the planned name for Steve, and the name Peggy and I insisted on keeping, despite the number of male higher-ups who didn't like a woman having that title.

"Well, Captain, any chance you could get us out of these cages?"

"That's what I'm here for," I said, quickly setting to work. "Do you know a man named Sergeant Barnes?"

"Yeah, but he's not here. Some of the guards took him away not long ago. They've been running experiments in rooms on the other side of the compound."

I swore under my breath, then stepped back as the cage door swung open. I looked the man in the eye as he met my stare with a new respect.

"What's your name?"

"Tim Dugan."

"Alright Dugan, do you think you can get these men out of here and on the path back to friendly territory?"

"With the door wide open like this? Not gonna be a problem, sweetheart."

I narrowed my eyes at him, but he just grinned back, no hint of the condescension usually associated with that nickname anywhere on his face. Instead, he looked excited, the wild gleam I'd seen in my own and Steve's eyes before shining back at me. I sighed.

"Alright, good, then get on it. I've got a sergeant to save."

"See you on the other side," he said with a nod. I nodded back, then turned and sprinted deeper into the base.

After ducking and dodging lots of armed guards, as well as knocking out a few when I accidentally barged into the wrong room, I finally flung open a door to find a man strapped on the table in front of me. He was alone in the room, and to my relief, he matched the appearance of the man I'd seen in almost every photograph Steve had before joining the military.

"Sergeant Barnes?" I asked, not waiting for an answer as I moved to start unstrapping him from the table. He looked up at me, bewildered and clearly exhausted.

"And who are you?"

"Y/N Y/L/N, otherwise known as Captain America. I'm Steve's girlfriend."

Bucky's face lit up at that, the suspicion that had been building in his eyes disappearing in an instant.

"Steve has a girlfriend? Now I know you're lying to me."

I glanced back at him to find a crooked smile on his face, and I couldn't help returning one of my own. I undid the last strap, then moved around the table to help Bucky stand.

"Come on, let's get you out of here. Then you can give Steve shit to his face."

Bucky chuckled, but it quickly turned into a wheeze, which made me incredibly nervous. I subtly shifted him so I was taking more of his weight, but before we could make much progress to the door, it came flying open on its own.

"A valiant effort at a rescue attempt. Too bad it is going to be in vain."

We both froze in our tracks, looking up to find ourselves face to face with a man with goggles and a lab coat, standing tall in the doorway and towering over us, one of the biggest guns I'd ever seen in his hands leveled right at us.

"We had heard the Allies created a supersoldier, despite our best efforts to stop them. We hadn't realized it was a woman."

He scoffed the last word, and I scowled, more than ready to put this punk in his place. Before I could, however, he pushed a setting on the weapon, and it began firing up.

"Fortunately, now that you have come right to us, there will be plenty of time for us to figure out just what made the Allies decide to send you into combat."

I frowned, mostly ignoring him while I looked for any way out of this situation. Punching this guy straight in the face felt like a good option, but despite my super strength and speed he could probably shoot me before I got to him, and since this was my first combat mission I had no idea just how well my new super-self held up against bullets, let alone whatever the hell this thing would fire.

As my brain ran through possibilities searching for options, the man turned his gaze to Bucky, an expression of mock-sympathy on his face.

"Now that we have her, Sergeant Barnes, we unfortunately no longer have use for you."

Bucky tensed beside me, and my full focus snapped back to the situation at hand rather than ways to get out of it as the crazy gun before us started heating up, whirring like it was about to fire. It was leveled right at Bucky's head.

I swore, time slowing down as I came to a conclusion. My only real option was to push Bucky out of the way and take the shot for him. I'd just have to hope my super-metabolism also equalled super-healing, and try to take it in the shoulder instead of the head or chest. Then, I'd have to find a way to get up and keep swinging, and hopefully Bucky had enough energy left in him to help me get the gun. Otherwise I'd just have to figure it out myself.

I started to move, ready to block Bucky and hopefully come up swinging, refusing to dwell on how often the word "hope" appeared in my plan, but then the gun went flying across the room all on its own.

For half a second, the only thought in my head was: Do I have magic powers now too?

Then, a metal fist appeared in the doorway, absolutely creaming the guy who'd been blocking it before, dropping him unconscious to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Bucky and I looked up in sync, confused and (on my part) ready to fight a new threat, only to see a metal man step into view. His eyes glowed blue, and it looked like a big suit of armor come to life. I shifted on my feet, trying to determine whether this was a friend or if I needed to attack this thing, and then its face lifted up, revealing another, human face beneath.

"Oh great, you two have met now. I don't know whether to be happy or brace myself for just how much more shit I'm about to take as a result."

"Steve!" I cried, rushing towards him and wrapping him in the tightest hug my supersoldier strength would allow. Thankfully, the metal suit meant he was fine, despite the enthusiasm. Behind me, I heard Bucky thump into the table as he caught himself after my support disappeared, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Hey, sweetheart. I missed you."

"I missed you too," I said, pulling back from the hug to kiss him, hard. For the first time in our relationship I had to get up on my toes to kiss him, even with the extra super-height, which felt incredibly weird. After a second I pulled back, giving his suit a once-over and raising an eyebrow.

"So what exactly is this?"

"A supersuit," he replied with a grin. "Howard's apparently been working on one for a while, but after I got shot he made it more of a priority."

"After you got what?"

I turned to see Bucky behind me, still leaning on the table, looking at Steve with a mix of concern, fury, and exasperation. Steve moved past me to go wrap his friend in a bearhug, and I caught a grin on his face as he went. Bucky didn't look amused, but he also didn't have the strength to do anything about Steve in a metal suit hugging him for dear life.

"Don't worry about it, Buck," he said, still grinning, before turning back to me. Bucky kept frowning between the two of us, but Steve and I both ignored it. "So what now?"

"Now we get out of here, and destroy the base on our way out," I said simply. Steve beamed, and even Bucky's expression turned slightly more pleasant at the thought. "Let's do this."

Like we'd spent our whole lives working together, we moved out of the room in perfect sync. Steve supported Bucky, following right behind me as we moved through the base. We threw stealth out the window now that we had everything we needed, and whenever we came across someone who might try to stop us, I knocked them out before they could so much as reach for their weapon. When the occasional guard got past me, Steve easily took care of them on cleanup.

We planted bombs on support pillars and in power rooms as we gradually made our way towards the exit, then pushed the button to start the short timers once we made it outside. We sprinted for the treeline, Steve in his suit keeping pace with me and my superspeed even though he was carrying Bucky, and made it about a hundred yards into the woods before everything behind us exploded.

The three of us stopped, turning back to watch the wreckage we'd just caused. I couldn't help smiling, since the destruction of that base not only meant the destruction of a terrible Hydra facility, but also a successful mission under my belt we could throw in the face of anyone who doubted me.

"Damn. That's sure a pretty sight."

The three of us whirled around as one to find Dugan, the soldier I'd met earlier, and the rest of the regiment standing behind us. Steve got into a fighting stance, but Bucky and I just smiled.

"I let you out and you only got this far? You might have some skills to work on, Dugan," I said, beaming at him nonetheless. He smiled right back.

"Unlike your trio, I had to get the whole regiment out without being caught. Besides, I can't say I mind how this timing worked out."

"Yeah, me neither."

After Bucky was welcomed back into the relieved arms of his regiment and we got Steve introduced, our group slowly started making our way back to friendly territory and the familiar camp waiting beyond. It took a little over a day, and I had to step into the action a few more times to deal with barriers trying to keep people moving between sides of the war, but eventually, we made it back.

As soon as we came within sight of the camp, we could hear cheering. People flocked out to see us, beaming as we staggered in triumphantly, arms around each other and heads held high. Steve stood on my right, Bucky on my left, Dugan and the rest of his squad right behind us. I smiled as Peggy approached, and I swear I could feel puzzle pieces falling into place.

"Let's hear it for Captain America!" cried Steve, smiling at me as he let up the shout. Everyone cheered, and towards the back of the crowd I could see General Phillips with his arms crossed but a smile on his face nonetheless. It disappeared the second he caught me looking, but I'd known it was there.

Steve wrapped his arm a little more tightly around me, his suit currently off and hidden somewhere safe, and I leaned down to kiss him. The crowd cheered even louder, and in that moment, I knew for certain that nothing Hydra or the Axis powers threw at us could touch us.

Captain America, the Iron Man, Agent Carter, and the Howling Commandos were about to turn the world on its head, and no one would ever be able to stand in our way.

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Chapter 1-Protégé

Summary: Howard Stark plucked you from boot camp to conduct his first female test subject using preserved blood samples taken from Captain America in place of the original Super Soldier Serum

Author Note: Character Intro, Steve Rogers x Female!Avenger reader, Captain America x Female!Avenger reader, Y/N, L/N=Wolf, Avengers, Marvel movie references, Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, Story takes place in 1953, Reader Avenger name She-Wolf, Military terminology, Post Captain America: The First Avenger, Pre Avengers

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Howard Stark is known for his brilliant and innovative mind. He was an inventor, engineer, businessman, and most importantly, a scientist. During World War II he helped perfect the Super Soldier serum that led to the beginning of Captain America with the help of a young man with the willingness to serve his country: Steve Rogers.

Since Howard Stark was indeed a scientist, testing theories and experimentation was what the man did best. He was curious to see if the same dosage of this special serum that was injected into Steve Rogers could also be used on a female with the same results. However, because the concentrated components of the serum nearly killed Steve during infusion and transformation, the effects on a female could be equally (if not more) fatal.

1953

Howard had decided to seek out a female subject to test his theory. He had been pitching the idea since legislation formally allowed women to join the military in 1948. As the Korean War ended, he was finally granted permission to proceed with his experiment. Howard headed to Texas to find his next volunteer at Lackland Air Force Base. That’s where he discovered you.

You enlisted in the Air Force and was close to completing your basic training. You had just finished a vigorous physical training course when you were approached by your training instructor (T.I.) to report to the common room in the women’s bay of the squadron. As you walk into the room covered in sweat and dust from head to toe, there stood Howard Stark writing out some sort of equation on the chalkboard. You waited patiently for him to address you but he remained at the board with his back turned to you.

“Sir, Trainee Wolf reports as ordered.” You announce.

“No need for formalities here, Miss Wolf.” Howard responded without turning around.

“Sir?” You asked.

Howard turned around and spoke to you, “Relax, young lady. I’m only here to chat with you.”

You eased your stance, and exhaled since you had been holding your breath.

“Have a seat.” Howard gestured at the chair across from the desk he stood on the opposite side from.

You obliged, but sat rigid in your seat uncertain and suspicious of this interaction. Howard sat in the chair at the desk opposite you like a teacher with a student.

“My name is Howard Stark. Have you heard of me?” He began.

“Yes sir.” You responded.

“That’s good. Then you must know what I’ve accomplished in my career?” He continued.

“I do, sir.” You kept your answers short and sweet.

You don’t know what this meeting is or what this man was up to but you weren’t letting your guard down.

Howard smirked as he studied you.

You remain stiff in your chair, waiting, staring back at him.

“Well, I’ll cut right to the chase.” He finally said standing up.

You watched him carefully as he walked around the desk.

“You’ve heard of Operation: Rebirth?” He asked.

“I have, sir. It was one of our lessons in class.” You explained.

“Then as you know, that’s how Private Steve Rogers became Captain America.” Howard paused…You waited.

“I came to Lackland to find a female subject to test the Super Soldier Serum on to see if the outcome would be the same. I have been observing your flight behind the scenes as you and your fellow pupils have been training. The other day I saw you, without hesitation, jump into a moat to rescue a teammate who slipped in on the obstacle course. Why?” He asked.

You look at him confused.

“Because she didn’t know how to swim, sir.” You said plainly.

“But it effected your final score when you crossed the finish line.” He added.

“Yes, but her safety is a priority. I can always start the race over. A human life doesn’t work the same way.” You justified.

Howard nodded in approval. He was impressed by your principles and sense of integrity. You were a breath of fresh air restoring his faith in humanity. Not to mention you were extremely fit physically and mentally. He saw you keep your cool while single handedly carrying the drowning female out of the water filled trench that day. You were perfect for this test.

“I would like for you to return with me to my lab so we can construct our first female super soldier.” Howard finally declared.

You averted your eyes to the floor, processing what he just said.

“Dr. Abraham Erskine originally generated this formula and speculated that the effects of the serum depended on the persons’ personality. Captain America being the prime example. Unfortunately, Dr. Erskine was murdered by a HYDRA spy and any remaining vials we had left of the initial formula were destroyed. We are only left with blood samples taken from Rogers in an attempt to recreate Erskine’s concoction.” He explained.

“You want to use me, sir?” You queried.

He nodded. You paused, then thought of another troubling question.

“Could this kill me?” You asked with slight strain in your voice.

“Well, the serum alone almost killed Rogers. Obviously, he survived. Not to mention, he was skinny and weakly at the time of infusion. You would be receiving vials of his blood intravenously through our Vita-Ray Chamber which emits wavelengths of radiation designed to accelerate and stabilize the fluid’s effect on the body of the patient inside.” Howard tried to explain simply.

You look at him.

“So, my odds of survival are higher since the serum is basically diluted in Captain America’s blood?” You retranslated.

“That’s one theory.” He replied.

You narrow your eyes at him. He senses your skepticism, then continues.

“This is science. We test hypotheses without knowing the exact outcome. That’s why we have to test them…to see what outcome works.” He clarified.

“And how many theories have you tested?” You asked.

Howard hesitated. “You will be the first female subject.” He admitted.

Your eyes widened. It all seemed so risky, yet also an opportunity of a lifetime. To serve a greater good and make a difference. It was the whole reason you joined the military in the first place.

You take a deep breath then exhale.

“I’ll do it.” You decided out loud.

Howard was ecstatic. And it showed all over his face.

“Excellent! I’ll make arrangements with your commander immediately.” He crossed the room to the door exiting the room.

You remain in the chair, wondering if you made the right choice.

“You can do this.” You thought to yourself.

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Howard Stark brought you to New York where the Vita-Ray Chamber was located. He set you up with sleeping quarters on the compound where the experiment was to take place. This was a busy place.

As Mr. Stark gave you the grand tour, you noticed every person walking around was wearing a white lab coat and carrying clipboards. Multiple rooms with tons of glass beakers and tubes filled with different colored bubbling liquids. You swear you saw a huge glass ball with electricity pulsing through it. Looked like scenes from the Boris Karloff Frankenstein film you watched when you were a kid.

You look around wide eyed and awestruck, barely listening to Howard’s words.

He noticed how preoccupied your mind was and chuckled.

“I know this is quite overwhelming. All this buzzing around happening here. All I need you to worry about is maintaining your mental and physical health while you’re here. We will commence testing in a about a month or so after we’ve achieved and charted your initial physical examination to ensure your body is prepared for the infusion.” He explained.

“Yes sir, Mr. Stark.” You replied while nodding.

You both continue to walk through the building, your mind swirling with questions.

“Mr. Stark, do these people know why I’m here?” You ask.

“Of course.” He looked over at you. “You are the most popular topic circulating through the labs. I’ve been waiting for eight years to proceed with this project. You know, since we’ve lost Rogers in 1945.” He added.

“Right.” You remembered from your classroom lessons in basic what happened to Steve Rogers.

Crash landing an aircraft filled with HYDRA weaponry into the Arctic preventing mass casualties. A lot of your lectures stemmed from Steve Rogers/Captain America history as a matter of fact.

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You spent approximately six weeks preparing for the Vita-Ray Chamber. Your daily schedule consisted of three balanced meals, two-hour physical fitness routines with a personal trainer that increased with difficulty every week, marksmanship practices, and Special Operation lectures to enhance your combat skills. Howard Stark also ensured your schedule included at least eight hours a sleep every night. You never felt so healthy in your life.

The day has arrived for you to receive the serum. You were nervous, sitting on your bed, wearing what can only be described as a white pleated pajama set. Your hair neatly pulled back into a braid. You hear a knock at your door, then see Mr. Stark’s face appear.

“Ready?” He asked.

You nod, push up from the bed and join him in the hall. He sensed something weighed heavy on your mind.

“Having second thoughts?” He began.

“No, sir. But I do have a concern.” You reply.

“Go on?” He urged.

“In one of the lectures, my professor said you added a unique blend of preservatives to Captain America’s blood samples that I’m about to get.” You explained.

“I did.” He confirmed.

“Won’t that extra component effect the experiment somehow?” You question.

“It was necessary to add a stabilizer to the blood since it was unknown when we’d be able to conduct this experiment. The preservation ingredients are macrobiotic and were meticulously studied to ensure it wouldn’t tamper with the serum’s original basis.” Howard reassured.

“I see.” You say quietly.

He sees the concern wash over your face as you enter the elevator. Howard pressed the lower-level button, then folded his hands in front of him.

“I know you’re worried, Y/N. As the infusion is taking place, we will be closely monitoring your heart rate, oxygen levels, pulse, and blood pressure. If any of your vitals are even remotely irregular, we will abort the whole thing.” He clarified.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” You say looking at him with a weak smile.

You finally reach the door to the lab containing the chamber. You let out a long exhale as the door slides open and a team of people in white lab coats all turn to meet your gaze.

Howard gave you a gentle nudge forward to cross the threshold.

A woman appeared from behind a machine meeting you and Mr. Stark in the center of the room. A brunette with a British accent and a confident friendly face.

“Agent Carter, glad you could make it!” Howard greeted her.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Howard.” She replied shaking his hand. She looked at you.

“Agent Margaret Carter,” she extended her hand to you, “but, my friends call me ‘Peggy.’” She said with a smile and a wink as you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” You returned.  

Peggy and Howard laughed.

“I appreciate the customs and courtesies, but please, Agent Carter or Peggy will suffice.” She clarified.

Peggy addressed Howard again.

“The Vita-Ray Chamber is prepped and ready. Whenever you’re ready.” She said placing her hand encouragingly on the side of your shoulder. She turned on her heel and joined one of the team members at one of many machines.

Howard faced you.

“It’s time, Y/N.” He stated.

You look to him, then at the sea of white lab coats in front of you. All of them staring at you, lined up on either side of the infusion machine, waiting for you to proceed onward to what could be a major success story, or a complete utter failure. You square yourself towards the chamber and take a deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

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#marvel #captain america #steve rogers #captain america x reader #howard stark #peggy carter #agent peggy carter #the avengers #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #super soldier #air force #military #captain america x female reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader #captain america x you

[drummingbird]

I have a little brain worm I have from time to time about a Howard stark x Bucky Barnes fic idea where basically, they met before the war, the fall in love during the wall, Bucky falls, Howard becomes obsessed with finding Bucky and Steve and recreating the super soldier serum. He succeeds in recreating a serum but his experiment goes slightly wrong and he ends up becoming a super soldier. Then they find Bucky, he helps him through recovery, Tony is born yada yada yada you don’t care.

The main point of this post is that in that AU the Mamma Mia movies totally exist and Howard plays Skye bc there’s is no way in hell that you can convince me that the Agent Carter version of Howard stark who owns his own film studio wouldn’t JUMP at the chance to act in a movie filmed in Greece where the ENTIRE cast was drunk the whole time lmao.

#this is dumb #agent carter #howard stark #peggy carter #did i mention Howard is trans #Howard Stark x Bucky Barnes #my beloved #it’s such a rare ship but I love it #in all its forms #2 bisexual f-boys who just wanna let of some steam #2 violently jealous bisexuals that are in love with Steve Rogers and sleep with eachother to cope #then maybe accidentally fall in love 👀

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Tony, trying to ask Steve out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Peter: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

#marvel #mcu #Tony stark #Steve Rogers #Peter Parker #stony #stony and Peter #steve rogers x tony stark #tony stark x steve rogers #peter parker x steve rogers #steve Rogers x Peter Parker #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #Tony x steve #steven grant Rogers #Tony Howard stark #marvel incorrect quotes #mcu incorrect quotes #steve rogers incorrect quotes #tony stark incorrect quotes #Peter Parker incorrect quotes

[l3m0a1d]

Howard and Tony are so alike oml, they both married a blonde and they both fell in love with captain america

bonus: they both have an (lesbian) assassin as their friend that their slightly in love with

#marvel #tony stank #tony x steve #howard stark #captain america #iron man #pepper potts #maria stark #stevetony #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #peggy carter