Chapter 1

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, Thank you JK Rowling for creating a universe & Thank you Marvel for making some very good characters to play with! Now with the power of an author i join you two in a strange strange union. Kiss me i'm Irish lol!

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Chapter: The Shield

It was a normal summer day for Steve at Apple Orchard Orphanage. As usual he could be found under the large apple tree (which he fondly called Peggy) with his best friend Bucky. Bucky was chattering about how exciting middle school was going to with hints of his old Brooklyn accent running through at times. Everything was as it was suppose to be. Soon as the sun set they were called in for supper which both friends ran happily at the prospect of a warm meal. But something was strange when they made it to the doors. The head of the orphanage was awaiting them with a small smile. Mrs. Witter asked for Steve to come into her office. He had to think if he had done anything that warranted a talking to, and came up short. Bucky simply smacked him on the back and told him he'd save him a seat. The events that were to happen after would change more than one individual.

"Steve… Steve…STEVE WAKE UP!" huh? i woke up with a jolt and had to remember where i was was. Oh yeah, i was Mrs. Witters office floor thinking that everyone had lost their- pardon my language- damn minds. "Steve, i know its a lot to take in at once. But i only had him come because it was for the best. Imagine the good you'll do son." Mrs. Witters, head of Apple Orchards Orphanage, someone i had always looked up to and now could only think 'she's lost her mind' I looked away from her pleading eyes to our guest. The man was taller than anyone i had ever met, and although elderly, he had a sense of playfulness about him. He sat at Mrs. Witters' nice polished desk, patiently with his cup of cider as if i hadn't fainted. I suppose i should address… the situation.

You see the man had introduced himself as Albus and for a second i thought perhaps i was being adopted, which would be surprised since most kids here don't get a second look after they turn 10. However after simple introductions the man went on to explain he was from a very special school. I froze. Could Mrs. Witter be trying to ship me off to the loony bin? i had thought that the incident from April was forgiven and forgotten. I dropped my head in my hands and began to choke out "I didn't mean to, it was an accident, I-I just didn't like Danny getting beat up… I don't know how it happened."

I could recall it vividly, back in spring one of the younger boys was being picked on by burly 14 year olds. At first it was harmless teasing but it soon turn harsher. I found them behind one of the buildings beating up the poor boy. It enraged me and i just threw myself in the fray. i had thrown off 3 of the boys but the one had managed to pin me to the wall by my neck. I clamped my eyes shut preparing for a punch. The next thing i knew he was screaming, as he dropped me i took a second to see that the end of his hair was singed. I found myself in Mrs. Witters office with the hysterical boy crying to her that I put his hair on fire and was responsible for the bullying. The only reason i wasn't punished was because the victim, a boy named Danny, stepped up and told Mrs. Witters I saved him. After that the older kids never stayed too close to me. Not that it mattered to me, until now that is.

"My Boy, I am sorry my presence has worried you," I found Albus' hand on my shoulder and lifted my head to meet his cheerful blue eyes with my own, "Mister Rogers' what I am here about is to offer you a spot at my school for the gifted. You may not understand but what happened with Thomas was a clear indication of Magic." Magic? I chuckled for a moment, then again and again. "Magic, you're kidding me right? There is no such thing as magic." That's when Mrs. Witters nice polished desk burst into flames, which I then proceeded to faint.