Hello everyone! I've been working on this story for a while now and have lots of ideas for it, and where I want it to go, and finally finished the first chapter. I'm writing this story by filling in the scenes for whichever part I find myself in the mood to write, so this will be very slow going. I also think that uploading chapters to has decreased my desire to write some of the other fics I've been working on, so I probably won't upload a second chapter for a while, and I might even take this one down. Title is a work in progress, and as always I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO HARRY POTTER OR THE MARVEL AVENGERS. I should probably clarify, Harry is a girl in this names Jasmine. The story starts around mid may of 2011, which is when I've decided Captain America was found for my own reasons. In addition, some of the creative ideas for different things involved in the interactions between Jasmine and the Avengers were inspired by things I've seen online, like fake text posts and things like that, so I don't necessarily deserve all the credit for those. However, all of the interactions between Jasmine and the Agents (which you will understand as soon as I publish chapter two) are completely mine; I came up with them while I was bored doing work. If you want to use the ideas, just let me know in a pm so I can go check it out in your story! Thanks, lots of love ~ Auna.

The Nurse, who was stuck with that unfortunate nickname simply because she had neglected to tell me what her name really was, didn't seem much for talking in general. She had arrived at the orphanage a few months after I had, muttering something about "statistics" and "British accents" and then proceeded to ask the Matron (who also didn't have a name, but that was because no one knew what it was, rather than from any chosen silence to the subject) to have five minutes of alone time with each of us. The Nurse was distracted when she went into the room, and every time the door to the sitting room next to the kitchen opened she was restlessly swiveling her eyes, shifting in her seat or petting down her hair or clothes.

None of us saw the other children after they entered the room, and The Nurse was looking quite haggard when I was finally called in, her dark hair falling out of its French twist and her eyes baggy. I had asked her if she was alright, to which she had quickly said something about me being the last kid in the last orphanage, whatever that was supposed to mean. Her eyes were staring at my clean boots when she said that; my boots were my most prized possession, because I got them from Aunt Petunia right before she dragged me here and kicked me out, and they were the absolute perfect size for hiding stuff in.

I answered all of the Nurse's questions as politely as I could manage (although my opinion of her intelligence was steadily dropping), and when she asked me to tell her a story I used my words to carefully weave a vision of a little girl playing with her older brothers in a field. She didn't seem to notice that it was from a recently published book I got from the library, or that the book was in my hand because I had been reading it five minutes ago while sitting in the kitchen. Oh well.

I told her I was about eight years old, although I wasn't positive, which was a total lie because I knew I was seven years and nine months (Dudley never did let me forget that, and if not for his constant reminders I would have thought he couldn't count). I told The Nurse, who showed up the next day in the same nurses outfit, that my name was Sophie Evans (Unlike her, I wasn't stupid or unobservant: I knew exactly what my Aunt had told the orphanage, including my name and age). I told her my Aunt and Uncle hadn't wanted me, so they left me here just a few months before she had shown up. Another whispered conversation with the Matron, a tall man with a bald head and an eyepatch wearing a long black coat with lots of pockets full of goodies, and I was on a plane to somewhere.

The tall man was strange, and he didn't seem to want to talk to me. In addition to him, The Nurse and the pilot of the airplane, there was an older balding man with thin lips and suspicious eyes that sat very still and very silent in the seat next to me. Towards the end of the flight I asked him what his name was.

"Agent Coulson." Was his soft, if slightly stiff reply, and he turned his head away from me and toward the ceiling as if I was nothing to him. Which was false because I overheard Mr. Pirate Spy tell him explicitly that I was his number one priority. I decided to call him Mr. Cou Cou, because he sounded slightly crazy and also because I liked it better than Coulson.

When we landed, wherever that was, Mr. Cou Cou disappeared and the Nurse and Mr. Pirate Spy (for he looked like a pirate with his eyepatch and a spy with his outfit) stuffed me into a dark car with tinted windows. They refused to answer any of my questions and helpfully turned to look away from me whenever I touched them to try and garner their attentions. If my foot was really itchy, they took no notice. Amateurs. My head was starting to hurt from all the eye rolling.

The car ride was long and when we finally pulled over it was to find ourselves in front of a large building that looked nearly almost like an airplane hangar, but not quite. The inside was even more like an airplane hangar, although it was empty of airplanes and instead featured a large wooden construct.

The Nurse braids my hair neatly (so neatly in fact that I was stunned into silence when she was finished), dresses me in a little white dress (although thankfully she left my boots) which she had tried to do in the middle of the room full of strange people (I went to the bathroom instead) and then tells me that if I could get the man inside the room not to run away and to instead sit down for five whole minutes, she would bring us both hot chocolate. She hands me a small black stick that fits in my hand and tells me to press the button on it if I feel like I am in danger, and then pushes me in through the door. Nobody answers any of my questions.

Inside the room is something that looks like a hospital room from the nineteen forties or fifties maybe, with a simulated window on one side. There is a radio playing on a small dresser, something about a game called "baseball", and on the opposite side of the room is a small chair. Right in the middle is a hospital bed. Sitting in the bed is a blond haired blue eyed man dressed in a white T-shirt and khaki pants.

I walk, watching him curiously, and sit myself neatly on the chair placing the button on the table beside me. He stares back at me with hard, suspicious eyes.

"Who are you?" He asks, tone just as suspicious. I ignore the tightening of his hands on the side of the bed with a practiced ease: Uncle Vernon did nearly the same thing, at least when we were out in public, and that always meant the punishment would come later. I am safe for now.

"My name is Jasmine Lily Potter," I spread my skirt out over my knees and note my slightly chipped nails, "and I am a seven year old orphan who was, as of yesterday, in an orphanage in downtown London. However," I look back up at the man, "I think the question you're really trying to ask is what I am doing here?" He furrows his brows but seems to relax slightly, his hands no longer clenching the bed quite so harshly. I allow my face to show my confusion as well, and take a moment to look around the room. "And the answer to that question, I'm afraid, is that I'm really not quite sure. As I said, yesterday I was all the way back in London in an orphanage, and the next thing I know I'm somehow on an airplane. The only reason I know I'm in America is because of the accents of the two ladies I heard conversing when I snuck off to the lavatory."

He doesn't seem much more relaxed when I turn back to him, and I frown, tilting my head to the side so my brain falls over my shoulder. "What's the matter?"

Instead of answering the question, he nods to the safety button on the table next to me.

"What's that?" I look at the little stick with a button on one end and shrug.

"It's a safety button. I'm supposed to push it if I feel unsafe." The man stiffens at my response and glares at the button as he answers.

"So they think I'm going to hurt you?" He sounds angry, but strangely enough I don't find myself scared. I shrug again and purse my lips slightly, pondering.

"I'm not sure. I think they just want me to be safe."

"Hydra wouldn't care about a child's safety…" The man mutters under his breath, and I can barely hear it. I make a note to do some more looking into this Hydra stuff later. He turns to stare hard at the radio for a moment before turning back to me, his eyes a little more trusting. "The game they're playing, it's from May of 1941. I should know. I was there." My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

"You were alive in 1941 and you still look like that?"

He frowns and looks down at himself, mock offended. "I don't look that bad, do I? You'll have to forgive me for not dressing up to meet you, ma'am. I'm not the one that picked this out." I giggle, pressing my fingers to my mouth for a moment, before he begins to rise.

"Oh no, please don't! I think it would be best if we both remained seated, sir." He freezes, looking at me with some suspicion in his eyes, but slowly lowers himself back down.

"Why would that be?" His voice is hard, and it isn't really a question. I blush and tuck my chin down.

"The Nurse promised hot chocolate for the both of us if I could get you to stay seated for five whole minutes. And, well, I've never had hot chocolate before, so-"

"Yeah, alright." His voice is gruff and displeased, but I'm grateful anyways. "I'll stay seated. But I'm not going to drink mine."

"You aren't?" I look up at him, confused. He shakes his head.

"No, don't trust them much, getting this game date wrong and everything when they're trying so hard to trick me." He cocks his head to the side and changes the subject again. "Who's The Nurse?" I shrug and look down at my swinging shoes.

"Well, she's always wearing a nurse's outfit of some sort, and she doesn't talk much so I don't know what her name really is. So I call her The Nurse."

He nods and then asks his next question. "So, why is it such a shock to you that I was alive in 1941?" I blink heavily at him, and then begin speaking kindly but slowly. I'm really starting to wonder about his sanity.

"Well, sir, 1941 was before World War Two ended. There aren't a lot of people still alive today that lived through World War Two." The man, whose name I still don't know, sits up sharply and glares at me.

"What?" His head twitches when he asks me the sharp question, and my breath stutters when I go to answer.

"Ummm, sir, not to be rude or anything but, where have you been? World War Two ended almost seventy years ago." He jerks, then starts laughing. When I don't join him, and instead look on in concern, his laughter putters out and he looks at me like I pulled his heart out. He starts shaking his head and leaning away from me. I bite my lip before answering. "Sir, it's 2011. It isn't… It isn't 1941 anymore. Did you really come from then?" He swallows hard and nods, staring at my shoes.

"I was born on July 4th, 1918." I can feel my eyes widen. His voice sounds strained but also dead. "In 1943, I was finally enlisted to fight the Nazis. It was hard for me, you see, because I was so skinny and had lots of health problems. During basic training, I was chosen for something else, for being selfless and brave. The doctors injected me with a formula that basically made me into a super soldier: faster, smarter, stronger, kinder." he says the last word with nearly a sneer of derision. "A little while after that, skipping a few things like finding my best friend and losing him all over again, a group of the Nazis called Hydra had an aircraft full of weapons. I was on it. I crashed it into the ice. Willingly. I didn't expect to wake up."

"That's sad. But brave. You did a good thing." His eyes are glistening as he nods.

"They call me Captain America. The Super Hero." Captain America's voice is desolate. I tilt my head and ask my question softly.

"Aren't you though?" He looks up sharply. "A superhero?" He shrugs and looks down again.

"I'm just plain ole Steve Rogers." I smile at that.

"And I'm just plain little Jasmine Potter. Nothing special. But that doesn't mean I can't do special things."

The Nurse enters the room with a tray. Sitting on the tray are two mugs and an insulated teapot. Mr. Rogers stares hard at me as she goes to place the tray on the table next to me. I snatch the button up and clench it tightly between my hands in my lap. She carefully sets the tray down and smiles at me. I grimace in response to the fake emotion she's showing and duck away with disgust when The Nurse tries to pet my head. We both stare at her as she leaves, and I wait until the door is shut before jumping out of the chair and pouring the hot chocolate carefully into the two mugs.

Mr. Rogers watches me as I pour, and then carefully pick up both the mugs. I jump up onto the bed next to him and push one of them into his hands. He watches me silently as I inhale the steam and smile. When I take a drink of mine, he watches me thoroughly for a moment before taking a tentative sip of his own. We sit in silence for a few minutes before Mr. Rogers speaks.

"So that was The Nurse, huh?"

I nod solemnly. "Yup. That was The Nurse. I bet I could get Pirate Spy in here in about three minutes if you wanted."

Mr. Rogers snorts. "Pirate spy?" I shrug and look down into the mug of delicious chocolate suspiciously, inspecting it for any discrepancy.

"Yeah." I take a quick sip, smack my lips and go back to inspecting the drink. "He has an eye patch and some scars, and looks kind of like a modern pirate with his gun, but he dresses like a spy in a long black sleuthing coat and his big boots that are one size too big so nobody can track him when he's outside in his normal life." I look up at the Captain and smirk slightly. "I heard some of the people outside saying something about how 'his secrets have secrets.'" I use my spare hand to make little quotes. "I honestly don't see how they could." I shrug. "I mean, it's not like it's that hard to find things about him. His name is Nicholas Joseph Fury, and he was born in the year-"

Captain Rogers has his lips pressed together like he's trying not to laugh, and when the door bursts open he manages not to flinch, but instead brings the cup up to his lips and takes a sip, hiding his smile. I make note of the action and ignore Agent Fury as I continue talking.

"-1950 to Mrs. -" And then Fury has his gloved hand over my mouth and he's pretending to smile apologetically at the Captain.

"Apologies, Captain Rogers. Sophie here is just a little bit excited." I think he glares at me, but I see the Captain's eyes narrow as he looks at me and then at Fury, setting his mug down. I narrow my eyes back and then look up at Fury.

"I didn't know her name was Sophie." Captain Rogers stands up and Fury seems to genuinely pause. His hand relaxes some and I reach my own hands up, pulling it off.

"Well, the only fault is on him and The Nurse that they couldn't be bothered to check if I was lying. When my Aunt dropped me off she told the Matron my name was something different, so that I couldn't be traced back to her. Legally, I guess my name is Sophie Evans. But the name I was given by my parents at birth is something different."

The Captain relaxes slightly, but pulls me off the bed and tucks me slightly behind him. Fury ignores the action and focuses on me.

"And how did you find out all of that stuff about me?" He challenges, raising his eyebrow. I reach down into my right boot and pull out a slim black wallet, leaving the security card behind. He doesn't need to know about that. The moment he sees it in my hands, Fury frantically starts searching his pockets for his wallet.

I open the wallet and start to pull stuff out.

"The Social security card of one Nicholas Joseph Fury, Sr.." I pull it out and pass it to the Captain, who turns it over in his hand amusedly. Fury snatches it from him.

"The Health Insurance card of one Nicholas J. Fury…"

Fury continues snatching the cards from the Captain, since he can't reach me on Mr. Rogers' other side.

"Four one hundred dollar bills, two credit cards, a debit card, two Visas, a Disney card, a backup security pass, a picture of your mother, and one of you with this orange fluffy cat…"

By then, Fury was holding all of the stuff that came out of his wallet in his arms, trying to sort it all without dropping anything. I take the Captain's hand and carefully pull him around an irate Fury. The Nurse stands in the back, patting over her clothes and going through her purse to make sure I didn't take anything, and all the soldiers standing around in the warehouse waiting are watching us nearly emotionlessly. We walk out easily.

Instead of taking the doors I used to get in, we walk out of the ones on the other side of the room, and end up in a fancy looking lobby of some sort of business. The people there take no notice of us, and some of them are also checking over their belongings to make sure they have everything.

With a smirk, I take the Captain out of the building and walk up the street with him. He follows, looking around in awe at all the lights and signs. I spot a pizza place across the street, and Mr. Rogers follows me, still not looking where he is walking. We almost get run over crossing the street, and he apologizes to both the car and the person when they honk.

Inside the store, nobody recognizes either of us, and for that I am glad. I order a large cheese pizza, since the Captain is so big, and we sit at a corner table in the back, where he can watch the other people and we aren't easily seen by the door. When the waitress comes to get the check, I pass her a twenty dollar bill and Mr. Rogers' eyes follow my hand. He tilts his head at me and I blink innocently.

"Where did you get that?"

I shrug as we stand up. "I nicked it. From Nick." He shakes his head in mock disapproval as I snicker and walks behind me, back into the bustling New York City. We start off down the street, in the opposite direction as the building we came from. "Mr. Rogers-"

"Call me Steve, Jasmine." I nod and take his hand, pulling him next to me instead of behind. A grumpy woman on the phone huffs at me as she steps around us. I ignore her and tug Mr. Steve down the street against the foot traffic.

"Mr. Steve then. A lot can happen in 70 years, and a lot has certainly happened in the world since 1945. We should make a list of all the things you want to do and learn about."

After a few moments of silence, which I let him have, Mr. Steve spoke.

"Alright then. Is there anything in particular you think I should see or learn?" I growl slightly as I shove between two overgrown men with tall purple hats and Mr. Steve stares at them. I squeeze his hand to get his attention.

"Well, we should go over what happened to end the war, first of all, and what that led to, like Russian communism and the whole debacle with Berlin. And then you should probably learn the highlights: the moon landing, the cold war, the internet..."

"Wait, wait, wait. Moon landing?" I nod, weaving us through the crowds and up the street.

"Yup. The Apollo 11 spacecraft landed on the moon on July 16th, 1969. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were the first men to walk on the moon. Neil Armstrong said something about "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."" I take a skip in the air, pumping my free hand up like a superhero. "There was actually a race between the USSR and the United States of America to be the first humans on the moon. America won, by just a little bit. Some people think the moon landing was fake, but I'm not really sure how that could be."

I continue talking as we walk up the street and eventually find our way into what I believe is Central Park, telling Mr. Steve about the USSR and communism and Russia.

Well, what do you think? It's not a lot right now, but overall I have around 16000 words (Last I checked, which was a bit ago). Maybe if this upload doesn't mess too much with my ideas for the story and desire to write it, I'll upload the second chapter before Christmas. Also, sorry about the change in tenses; when I started writing I wrote in past tense, but as I kept writing the story Jasmine is a much more present character than I'm used to and she demanded to be written in present tense whenever she was doing anything the more I discovered about her. Thus, the beginning is more Jasmine reminiscing about what happened after The Nurse showed up at her orphanage while she's preparing to go talk to Steve. Next chapter will be about meeting Natasha and Clint, giving Fury his money back, and a little bit of fluff at the end. Oh, and there's some fire.