A/N: Happy Summer 2021, my loves! I'm going to apologize in advance for the lack of summer-themed stories I will be bringing out this year. Work has literally been the death of me, so I've had to cut back on my writing. Too many deadlines and not enough time.

This was written for Draco's Den's School's Out For Summer event as well as my Cast the Dice score of threes for Wizarding Crossover Connection!

This piece was beta read by Grammarly so I apologize for any glaring errors.

SquarePeg72, I hope that I was able to do your prompt justice!

Happy summer season everyone! Hope you are enjoying this wonderful vacation season!

Love always,

~starr

Stark Industries had been Pansy Parkinson's home away from London since she had agreed to complete her internship with him after an embarrassing encounter at a coffee shop two years ago. Tony Stark was generous enough to offer her a job even after she had spilled scalding coffee all over him the day of her interview. As a result, she had the pleasure to work with some of America's finest as her alliance with the Avengers had been most helpful when the MACUSA needed extra manpower. However, that alliance meant that Pansy worked more hours than she cared to admit. And tonight was no exception.

Pansy looked around at the papers scattered across the desk and shook her head. All she wanted to do was file the last of her paperwork and get the hell out of this building for the next two weeks; however, every single time she thought she was almost finished, someone popped their head in her door and handed her yet another stack of paperwork that she needed to finish. Pansy took a deep breath and began signing her name on each paper in the stack.

"This has to end at some point, right?" she mumbled, shoving each of the signed papers to the side as she finished them off. Pansy was grateful for her job with Stark Industries, but the fact that she was their main tie to the MACUSA meant that she barely got to take any time off. The fact that Tony had granted her the time off was a miracle, to begin with, but now it seemed as though she was never going to get out the door.

Twenty minutes later, Pansy dotted her i's on the last form in her pile. As she placed it in the signed pile, she glanced up at her doorway out of the corner of her eye. She smiled, grabbing the stack of papers to tap them against her desk, lining up the edges. Pansy pushed her chair back and began gathering her things. As she shoved her laptop into her bag, Pansy heard the click of heels coming toward her down the hall.

"Oh hell no," Pansy laughed, pushing her door shut with her hip and flipping off the light switch. She leaned back against the door and flipped the lock into place. "If I'm not here, they can't leave anything else for me to sign."

She held her breath as she heard the clicks stopped outside of her door, replaced by the sound of the doorknob rattling. Pansy closed her eyes and leaned her head back, hoping that whoever was on the other side of the door didn't have a key. A few moments later, she heard the clicking of heels moving away from her door. With a happy sigh, Pansy stepped away from her door and grabbed her belongings and the stack of forms, leaving her office behind for the next two weeks.

Pansy made her way to the lobby, pretending to be engrossed in her mobile so no one would bother her so that she could drop her papers off and be out the door for two weeks of rest and relaxation. She could see the receptionist just up ahead of her, so she quickened her step. Freedom was only a few steps and the drop of a stack of papers away; Pansy could practically taste it.

"Whatever she says, tell her I left already, Buck," Sam said, taking off running from the elevator toward the front door. He had heard through the grapevine that his one-night stand from the weekend figured out where he worked and was in the building looking for him. Sam caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye and turned into a crowd of people, hoping that she didn't see him.

As he hurried to the door, he refused to pay attention to his surroundings. Then, when Sam thought he was in the clear and could make a dash for the door, he ran smack into the person in front of him. They both landed on the floor with a thud, or at least they thought they had landed on the floor of the office.

Pansy groaned, rubbing her eyes with her fingers as she rolled her shoulders. She was puzzled by the soft ground beneath her. Slowly, Pansy opened her eyes and took a look around at her surroundings. Her eyes went wide at the sight of white sandy beaches and the ocean tide crashing upon the shore. "What the hell happened?" she grumbled, pushing herself up off the ground. She was a little unsteady at first, but after a few moments, she found her footing.

A few steps away, she noticed someone lying face down in the sand. Pansy rolled her eyes and walked over to them. Crouching down, she brushed the sand away from their face and laughed as she realized who it was. "Wilson," Pansy called, shaking his shoulder. She waited a few moments to see if he responded. When he didn't, she shook him a little harder with little to no response. Pansy rolled her eyes and pushed herself up off the ground, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh look, isn't that the red-head Sam too home front he bar the other night? "

Almost immediately, Sam jumped up and turned to run. Pansy busted out laughing as she watched him go through the same thoughts she had experienced a few moments before.

"Parkinson?" he asked, turning to face her with a look of concern on his face.

"Yes, Wilson?" she replied, attempting to hold back the laughter she could still feel bubbling up inside of her. She watched as Sam studied their surroundings for a few minutes longer.

"Where are we?" Sam asked, furrowing his brow as he noticed the cabanas in the distance.

"The beach, apparently," Pansy said, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm not sure where we or how we…."

Pansy's voice faded off as she thought about the last moments she could remember in the lobby. She was just about to hand the receptionist her stack of forms when someone, Sam, collided with her at the desk. She remembered falling to the ground, and when she landed, it didn't feel like the cool tile of the lobby floor.

"My portkey," Pansy groaned, scrubbing her hands over her face.

"Port-what?" Sam asked a puzzled expression painted across his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. He studied her face as he waited for an explanation. He had seen Pansy around the office and out at the bars when the team would go out, but he had never really spoken to her or taken a chance to really look at her. Her features were unique, and they intrigued him, but now was not the time for him to notice such things about her.

"A portkey," Pansy laughed. "It is one of the many ways my type of people can travel between different places."

"Your type of people?" Sam repeated, tilting his head to the side.

"You do know I'm a witch, right? That's part of the reason why Tony hired me," Pansy said, offering a smile. As Sam took in what she had told him, Pansy took advantage of the moment to really study him. All she really knew about him was that he was friends with Bucky and Steve, but of the three of them, he had the least amount of female fans because he liked to sleep around and never call again. Pansy shook her head with a laugh, pushing the thought aside. It was just a dirty rumor; after all, muggles thrived on rumors.

"So we got here because of a portkey, but where is here?" Same asked, still trying to comprehend all of the information he had been given in the last five minutes. All he wanted to do was avoid a one-night stand, not end up on some beach with a person he barely knew.

"Wineglass Bay," Pansy admitted, taking a deep breath as she looked around at the beautiful beaches. "I'm scheduled to be on vacation for the next two weeks, so I decided to travel by portkey to avoid the stress of muggle airports. And since I chose a portkey, I had picked it up on my way into the office this morning because I would leave tonight after work. But, unfortunately, it appears that my portkey decided my vacation needed to start earlier, and when we collided, it brought both of us here."

"Wineglass Bay," Sam mused, looking around at the beach once more. "I like the sound of that. Two weeks you said?"

Pansy chuckled, nodding her head. "Yes, two weeks. Although, it would have been nice to have gone home first to grab my bags. I guess now I'm just stranded in paradise with a stranger and no clean clothes."

Sam laughed, offering a half-smile as he thought about the reality of their situation. Then, after a moment, his laughter stopped, and he started patting down his pockets, looking for something.

"What are you doing?" Pansy asked, cocking her head to the side.

"That's what I thought!" Sam shouted, shoving his hand in his back pocket and extracting a shiny piece of plastic. "I have one of the company credit cards."

"Those are for emergencies only," Pansy replied, crossing her arms over her chest and furrowing her brow.

"This is an emergency," Sam said, flashing a smile. "We're on vacation for two weeks without any clean clothes because of an accident that occurred in the workplace."

Pansy raised her brow as she realized what Sam was alluding to, and a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. "I'm sure Tony would want us to be safe and taken care of, rather than worrying about worker's compensation."

"I like how you think, Parkinson," Sam replied, offering her his arm. "Shall we go check into our cabana?"

"Our cabana?" Pansy asked, chuckling as she took his arm. "I guess that's okay. You can sleep on the couch."

"I'll take it," Sam laughed, leading her on to the resort. "We can use this trip to build team morale."

"And support each other as we recover from our accident injuries," Pansy added with a wink.

Pansy glanced at Sam out of the corner of her eye. Although she was disappointed that her co-worker had accidentally crushed her vacation, she was starting to think that it may have been a blessing in disguise.