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Stand and Deliver [An Avengers Highwayman AU]

This is just a short excerpt from a fic that I am slowly working on: Stand and Deliver, an Avengers Highwayman AU. It'll be a long fic for sure, and I want to finish it before I post it on AO3, so I'm tiding myself over with Tumblr excerpts until then. MASSIVE MASSIVE THANKS to my amazing buddy couldbeworseright who is the angel on my shoulder with a pointy stick making me write words and helping me with the vast holes in my knowledge of 18th-century society. <3

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Pepper pressed herself into the seat cushions of the carriage and wished for the ability to disappear. At her father’s stern look, though, she duly straightened her back again, though she couldn’t bring herself to meet the eyes of the man sitting in the seat across from her. Normally Pepper could conduct herself with grace and poise no matter the circumstances, no matter how greatly she longed to relax her posture or speak her mind to stuffy ladies at tea parties or flee from social gatherings where sharp eyes catalogued and assessed her every move. The fact that this situation was finally testing her steely resolve spoke volumes of her dislike for Lord Justin Hammer, the man opposite her, and the match that her father was trying to press them both into.

  “Yes, I was saying to your father at the ball,” said Lord Hammer, as if he were simply continuing a prior conversation and not shattering an icy silence of nearly ten minutes, “how exquisitely arraigned you are this evening, Miss Potts. Your gown is magnificent.”

  “Thank you, Lord Hammer,” said Pepper stiffly in response to another meaningful glance from her father.

  “I realise that a woman of your position must not be accustomed to wearing such finery,” continued Lord Hammer with a smile of utter condescension, and Pepper felt something hot and angry flare up inside her, “but I assure you that you wear it extremely well. I am confident that you will have the opportunity to accustom yourself to it further in the future.”

He was, was he? Pepper was so outraged that she didn’t even know where to begin responding to such a snub. Though it was disguised as a compliment, Lord Hammer had taken pains to emphasise her inferior status, as a mere tradesman’s daughter, compared to his, a landed and titled lord, before smoothly following it up with the assumption that she would “have the opportunity” to continue dressing above her station – no doubt as the honoured recipient of his lavish affections. She opened her mouth to make a reply and her father, clearly sensing that whatever she was about to voice would throw his match-making ambitions into disarray, leaned forward- and then abruptly fell back against his seat, his form limp and his head lolling.

There was a whoosh of disturbed air and Lord Hammer slumped sideways, and from the silken sleeve of his coat there protruded the feathered shaft of an arrow.

  Before Pepper could gather her startled wits or even so much as draw breath for a scream, she realised that the carriage had come to a complete stop. She shook her father, desperately trying to elicit a response from him, but none was forthcoming, though she could not see where the injury lay.

  “Father? Father!”

  The cold metal muzzle of a pistol nudged the back of Pepper’s neck, and she went utterly still. Then came the words that every traveller on a lonely road at night dreaded to hear.

  “Stand and deliver. Your money, or your life.”

The words rang out oddly distorted and metallic, and something stirred in Pepper’s memory: fantastic stories overheard at the market on busy afternoons, of a dangerous figure who rode the roads with his face covered by a visor made of iron, divesting the unworthy of their riches before vanishing without a trace. She turned in increments, her skin brushing against the metal as she shifted, but she would be damned to hell if she ended her life like this, cowering away from her aggressor. She lifted her chin defiantly to stare up into a terrifying visage of black metal scored with a grille, below a dark slash where the eyes on any human would be.

The Man of Iron.

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couldbeworseright replied to your post: One of my senior photos

woww autumn, so pretty! <3

Aww thank you Emily :)

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what would be the most exciting part of going to hogwarts, if you went? what lesson would you most be looking forward to? what's the first shop you'd go to in diagon alley? I hope you feel better really soon <3

I think the most exciting thing would be flying on a broomstick tbh! I would love to go to a potions lesson, i can only imagine how difficult it would be but i think it would be fun. I would definitely want to go into the weasleys shop first in diagon alley. Thank you very much dear c: