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Modern Day AU
Margaret "Peggy" Carter stared up at the huge high school. SHIELD High School- a school for gifted students. Somehow she managed to get into this school. Shifting her backpack, she headed into the school. Peggy was early for school, by about an hour or two. She wandered the halls and finally managed to find the office. She dropped into the principal's office to say hi to Director Nick Fury and to receive her class schedule. After retrieving the things she needed, Peggy searched for her classrooms and began to sketch a floor plan in her head.
Peggy found her designated locker and put in the combination. 26-5-13. Her locker swung open and she layed her books in it and began to decorate the locker. First she put in a dark red crate, followed by a magnetic mirror. Next, a whiteboard was put underneath the mirror and so was a pouch with dry erase markers. She pulled the crate out and put in a couple of classic books she loves. Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, and The Great Gatsby were among the classics. Peggy put her textbooks in order of her classes.
Sticky Notes were placed into the crate as well as other utensils and notebooks. Peggy dug through her bag once again and found what she was looking for- a picture of her and her family. She stared at the photo lovingly and stuck it to the mirror. Then she reapplied her ruby red lipstick.
Closing her locker, she took note of the lockers surrounding hers. All of the lockers had students names written on them. The one on the right of hers said "NATASHA" in pretty letters. The one on her left said "PEPPER" in a clear, concise type of font.
Checking her watch, she realized that other students would be strolling in soon. Peggy headed to her first hour class- Mr. Jarvis' Proper Etiquette.
Walking through his classroom's door, Peggy took a seat at the front. Mr. Jarvis was writing the lesson plan for the day on the chalkboard. When he turned, he was startled to see a student.
"Hello," he said politely.
"Hullo," Peggy replied with her British accent seeping through.
"Ah, new student?"
"Yes, sir," said Peggy.
"Nice to meet you..." Mr. Jarvis trailed off.
"Margaret Carter. But everyone in England called me Peggy."
"Nice to meet you Miss Carter. I hope you will enjoy this class."
"I hope so too, sir."
Mr. Jarvis walked out of the room and began to greet the few people loitering around as they waited for their friends to arrive.
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Other students shouldered their way into the classroom. The warning bell rang as everyone took their seats; Mr. Jarvis' voice rang out as he yelled at a few stragglers. Mr. Jarvis walked into the room.
"Good morning, students."
"Buenas dias, Señor Jarvis," everyone in the classroom chorused.
"Trés bon." Mr. Jarivs praised the class. "Okay, students- I want you to meet and warmly welcome Miss Carter. She's moved here from England. Miss Carter will you please join me?"
Nervously, Peggy stood and walked over to Mr. Jarvis.
A couple of hellos and heys greeted her. She smiled back.
"You may sit," Mr. Jarvis whispered to her.
Peggy nodded her head and eagerly took her seat again.
"Natasha, what did we learn yesterday?"
A girl with long red hair lifted her chin. "We learned how to negotiate while we are being held hostage and not getting killed in the process."
"Very good," Mr. Jarvis said. "Clint- add on."
"We also learned how to speak Slovakian and Japanese."
Mr. Jarvis nodded his head and began to teach the class more languages. "Miss Carter, tell me if we're going too fast for you."
"Of course," said Peggy, bowing her head slightly in recognition.
The rest of the class seemed to pass in a blur of other languages and how to handle a meeting with dangerous or important people. By the time the bell rang, Peggy was filled to the brim with what not to do in a confrontation. Glancing at her schedule, Peggy searched for her next class which happened to be Ms. Hill's Sparring/Basic Training class.
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"Hello, Peggy." Ms. Hill greeted her.
"Hullo, Ms. Hill," replied Peggy.
"Go change and once everyone is dressed I will get class started."
Peggy headed to the girls' locker room and began to change into the appointed SHIELD High School sparring outfit. She pulled on the white tee with the SHIELD logo on the back and her favorite black yoga shorts. She put on her old school's cheerleading socks and her shoes.
When she walked out, Peggy was one of the first. Peggy walked over to Natasha.
"Is there a specific way to have our hair in this class?"
"Yes, any type of braid."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," said Natasha.
Once everyone was dressed, Ms. Hill taught Peggy the moves they have already learned and some new ones. Peggy knew all of this but she acted like she didn't.
"Okay, Tony and Bruce- come on up. Start sparring; don't bother arguing Tony."
"But-"
"Start."
Tony and Bruce fidgeted nervously around each other while the class watched on. They still hadn't stepped towards another for another five minutes when Tony fell to the ground in pain and Bruce was flipped to the ground by Natasha. Tony began to get back up when Natasha wrapped her legs around his neck and yanked her body so that he went soaring and landed on Bruce.
The class laughed and Ms. Hill shrugged. "Okay, up next- Peggy and Gilmore."
Tony and Bruce dragged themselves off the mats and Tony made a comment regarding Gilmore.
"Who names their child Gilmore? Seriously, like who?"
"Oh, shut up, Tony." Someone else replied.
Peggy stood and climbed into the ring. A boy with dark hair joined her in the ring.
"Gilmore Hodge." He offered his hand. Peggy shook it and felt her world start flying.
Her back slammed into the floor. It hurt. Peggy stood up and got into defensive position. Gilmore smirked at her.
"Maybe if you cry, I'll take it easy on you."
His taunts made Peggy infuriated. She stepped forward and he swung at her. Peggy ducked the swing and swiped her feet from underneath him. Hodge fell to the ground and Peggy smirked at him. Then he tackled her and she felt the breath get knocked out of her. He kept his body sprawled across hers. Peggy could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked.
"Maybe." Hodge grinned sardonically.
Lifting her knee, Peggy slammed it into his groin and shoved him off her. She scrambled upright and began to kick him in the stomach; Gilmore grabbed her foot and twisted it. Hard. Peggy let out a sharp cry of pain and kicked his wrist. Hodge let go and conceded to the fight.
Ms. Hill nodded appreciatively. "Both of you- nurse's office."
Reluctantly, the two headed out of the sparring area and to the nurse's office. Hodge was given ice for his groin and his wrist. Peggy had to have gauze wrapped around her newly sprained ankle and was given a bag of ice which was tied around her ankle and a pair of crutches.
Peggy thanked the nurse and crutched out of the nurse's office. She returned to the class to retrieve her things. Natasha helped her gather her things and handed Peggy the bag. Peggy left the class and began to search for her next class.
It was Mr. Coulson's Weaponry/Mechanics of Weapons class.
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Finally the day was over. And Peggy was having difficulty getting down the stairs. She sucked in her breath and set her jaw with determination.
"Here. Let me help," a boy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes rushed over to assist her.
"Thank you," replied Peggy gratefully.
He stayed behind her and helped her down. "I'm Steve."
"I'm Peggy. Obviously, I'm new." Peggy chuckled.
Steve grinned and laughed along. "So where are you going?"
"To Brooklyn. I live there now that my parents are dead."
"I'm heading the same way. Wanna walk together?"
"Sure."
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you get hurt?"
"I got hurt during sparring class. I was up against Gilmore Hodge, but he was the one that got hit in the groin and walked away with a bruised pride."
Chuckling, Steve shook his head. "Everyone thanks you for that. He thinks he's high and mighty, but honestly he isn't."
Peggy laughed. "I can tell- he cried when I was told that I won the fight."
The two kept talking as one walked and the other crutched along. Steve dropped Peggy off at her house and walked another couple doors down.
