Author's note: This is me basically trying to figure out how to write fanfiction (and how this site works).

Short introduction: Dumbledore's still alive and other differences with the HP and Avengers books/films will pretty much be explained in the story.

Hermione Granger walked towards the office of the school's Headmaster. Professor Dumbledore wasn't exactly known for his interest in students –other than Harry Potter, of course - these past months, so Hermione wasn't sure why she was summoned to his office this afternoon. It might have to do with her wanting to finish her last year at Hogwarts, but it never occurred to her that this might cause any problems. After all, Voldemort was defeated and Hogwarts was re-opened again, for all students. Harry and Ron weren't going to finish their last year with her, but that was just as well. She'd miss them, of course, but now she'd be able to focus on her studies. And on her studies alone, which was nice. And very much needed. Definitely.

So, there she was, waiting. A few minutes passed by and she wondered why Dumbledore wanted to speak to her. Why now. He knew she'd return for her last year, the teachers knew, her first classes were fine. The seventh year was smaller than any other year, but it wasn't that she was alone there. There should be no reason to cancel the classes.

"They wouldn't", she thought.

Hermione sighed and sat down on one of the chairs put there to make sure people didn't have to wait very long whilst standing. Now she could sit. And wait.

More minutes passed and suddenly the door leading to Dumbledore's office cracked open. Albus Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, inviting her in.

"Would you like a cup of tea, Miss Granger?"

Hermione politely refuses, still rather nervous about what this was actually about. They sit down and there's silence. A silence far too long, if you'd ask Hermione.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, obviously knowing something Hermione didn't.

"uhm.. Professor Dumbledore," she asked trying to make it sound casual, "why did you want to speak to me?"

Dumbledore smiled, "A very straightforward question, Miss Granger." He intertwined his hands and moved them to his face. "It is, even for me, an interesting matter. I can assume you've heard about the recent events in New York?"

Hermione looked up, uncertain why those events were of importance to their conversation.

"Yes, of course, Professor. The city of New York was attacked by an army not from this world, led by Loki from Asgard. They got defeated by the hand of what the muggles call the "Avengers", a team of superheroes."

Dumbledore nodded, "You're right about that, Miss Granger. I already expected you to be aware of said events. Few wizards do."

Oh.

Dumbledore continued, "Muggle newspapers are filled with stories about these heroes, but one cannot find those in ours. Do you know why, Miss Granger?"

"We had our own war. Harry defeated Voldemort. The Daily Prophet only writes about that, Harry and of course whether Professor Snape was a hero or a villain."

A snorting sound came from one of the paintings. Hermione looked up to Snape literally looking down on her. Hermione acknowledged him no further, but it was kind of awkward realizing there were lots of people listening along. They weren't really alive, but still.

"Professor, without any disrespect, but why is this of significance?"

Dumbledore stood up at this question. He turned towards Fawkes and stroked its head. He seemed lost in thought and Hermione felt suddenly extremely out-of-place. She studied the shelves in the office; lots of things were destroyed during the war, but it still looked like Dumbledore's office. Small devices, maps, books, lots of books and other magical items were lying around.

The Headmaster turned around and watched Hermione for a little while. Hermione looked up and Dumbledore sat down again.

"Miss Granger, the reason that I called for you is quite strange. I am going to offer you something, which you are allowed to refuse or accept. But you will not have time to think your options over. Once you accept, you will leave school today. You are of course able to decline it. It will, however, never be offered to you again. It is as much as a chance, as it is a burden."

"What is it, then?" Hermione asked, not really caring anymore whether that might have sounded a bit disrespectful.

"An internship."

"An internship..?"

"Yes, exactly that. An internship with a muggle organisation."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. This was the offer? An internship?

"Sir. Why is this such an important internship?"

The truth was, Hermione had been offered multiple internships, some jobs as well, but she had said no to every one of them. "School first" was the idea. And she knew the offers would still be there once she would finish her education at Hogwarts. People knew who she was now after the war. Hermione Granger, hero and friend of Harry Potter. Usually just that last part, but it was alright. Annoying at times, but people were usually extremely kind to her, knowing what she had done for the wizarding world. And yes, offers such as this were made quite often. But why this one was important enough for Dumbledore to talk to her about, she didn't know.

"Ah, another good question, Miss Granger. Well, you see, when the people in New York were attacked, there was panic. A city was nearly destroyed, but people realised how vulnerable they actually were. Without that group of exceptional people, the city of New York would have been destroyed. My point is, Miss Granger, that other governments and organisations realised they couldn't handle everything on their own, hence the assembling of the Avengers."

Hermione gave her Headmaster a nod, encouraging him to continue.

"I believe you have heard of the organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., yes?"

"The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"10 points to Gryffindor," Dumbledore said with a small smile on his face. "But yes, you are right. That's what it stands for. Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. contacted the Ministry a while ago, hoping to gain access in our community. The minister wasn't overly fond of this idea, but S.H.I.E.L.D. was quite .. convincing. Our Minister came up with the idea of an internship, namely: one student shall be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters."

Hermione wasn't sure whether she was hearing this correctly. S.H.I.E.L.D. … The S.H.I.E.L.D.

"And you're offering this internship… to me?"

"You are correct, Miss Granger. So, are you going or not?"

The question took Hermione by surprise. "You want me to decide now?"

"I have told you this earlier: you would not have time to think it over, so yes, you have to decide now."

Hermione sighed nervously. This could be a great opportunity, she could learn a lot, and the fact that she might just meet some superheroes was well, all she needed to know.

"Alright. I'll do it." I've got nothing to lose, she finished in her mind. Which was true. She still needed to find her parents and Harry and Ron could manage on their own by now.

Dumbledore's eyes had that same twinkle again and he stepped away from the table, "Well then, Miss Granger, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine: Steve Rogers."

Author's note:

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