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With Rachel’s help, I had some vastly better footage to use to make a new AIW video...! It’s just Hatter bein’ his colorful self. I love that guy. 💜 If you like the jams, you can visit the artists linked in the video. All of it reminds me of stuff you’d hear in the Loli & Pops candy shop, which would probably be right up Hatter’s alley. he he he
I was nostalgically watching old episodes of Oprah the other day, and it reminded me of Hare’s fixation with her that I’ve headcanoned for a super long time now. xD So I was making a comic once about visiting Wonderland, and there was a part where we all had to stop what we were doing and head over to Hare’s to catch the show.
“4′o’clock sharp, that’s when Oprah’s on, we gotta get back AND WATCH OPRAH, HATTER!”
(Listener discretion advised.)
Hatter watches the Hobbit... and battles with auto-correct.
Slootdorps bedrijf Zussas presenteert zich op Buik- en Baby Bazaar in Den Helder
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Imagine Sharon bringing Peggy to school for her show and tell.
Sharon’s classmates loved to hear her stories. The teachers, of course, never believed her. They would chastise her when they overheard stories of Aunt Peggy fighting with Captain America, and the Howling Commandoes getting up to no good in the camp. Telling not to make up lies, that people died for our freedom, not to make up stories to be popular.
Not that it stopped her.
She knew she was telling the truth. And all the teachers could take a hike if they didn’t believe her.
Wednesdays were show and tell. One of Sharon’s favourite days. This week, she had a surprise for everyone.
“And that is why Alice in Wonderland is my favourite book.”
“Thank you, Dylan,” Mrs Jones praised, “that was lovely.” Dylan sat back in his spot on the floor, clutching his well-loved copy of Alice in Wonderland to his chest.
Before Mrs Jones could say anything else, a knock on the classroom door interrupted her. A brunette woman, with red lipstick peered her head through the door, “sorry to interrupt,” her British accent sounded, “But, I’m here for show and tell.”
Mrs Jones, stunned into silence nodded her head, slowly.
The woman made her way to, sit on one of the tiny elementary school chairs at the side of where the children were gathered. Initial shock over, Mrs Jones cleared her throat and “so, who’s next?” Sharon’s hand was in the air faster than the speed of light, “Okay, Sharon.”
Sharon stood and proudly made her way to where Dylan had previously stood, smile on her face, “For my show and tell, I brought someone very special to me. This is my Aunt Peggy.”
Peggy waved from where she sat, “hello, everyone. Sharon’s told me a lot about you all.”
imagine Sharon starting her training for S.H.I.E.L.D. and in the beginning she tries to hide the fact that she's related to a founding member so people don't think she only got in because of her family, but she quickly realizes that she's so good she has nothing to fear and she embraces Peggy's "heritage" proudly
Training came a little easier to Sharon than most others. Growing up, Peggy had taught her how to fight, how to shoot, the basics of surveillance, how to act, questioning techniques. But, still, nerves filled her everyday. The thought of people finding out she was Peggy Carter’s niece made her worry.
Would people still accept her if they found her? Would they think she was only there because of her aunt?
So, she kept it quiet. Only Nick Fury knew.
As the weeks past, things remained the same. Up at six, train for most of the day, a few breaks in between, then dinner in the cafeteria, before relaxing in her room.
She would eat with people she was training with, chatting about who they thought was cute, what their training, families and friends back home, places they’ve been. Sharon would take part, of course, just never mentioning Peggy.
Time went on, and day by day, she questioned herself more about why she was keeping it a secret.
Sharon had worked just as hard as everyone else to get to where she was. She had to work even harder if she was going to stay in SHIELD and get the job she wants. Why should she keep her family a secret? Peggy didn’t just inspire her to join SHIELD, she inspired her to be a good person. The kind her Aunt Peggy and Captain America would be proud of.
So the next time someone asked her at the canteen table, what made her join SHIELD, she straightened her shoulders, held her head high, and stated proudly, “my Aunt Peggy.”
Imagine Sharon going undercover as a circus performer and trying to get pointers from Clint.
“Agent Carter, your next assignment.” Fury said, throwing a manila file across the desk towards her.
Sharon picked it up and quickly scanned through it.
Infiltration.
Suspected drug smuggling.
Large travelling circus.
Circus?
“Sir, this says a circus. Is that right?” She asked.
Fury nodded, “yeah, that’s what it says.”
Sharon bit her lip, pondering whether to ask her question, “are you sure you want to send me in? Isn’t this more Barton’s area?”
“Nope. We need you. Barton’s heading out with Romanoff on another assignment day after you.”
Fantastic.
Back in her quarters, she read through the file more thoroughly, taking in every little detail.
Her role was a gymnast, 21 years old, she had run away from home after finishing high school and had been in the circus since. After falling out with several members of her previous circus, she had decided it was time to move on.
It seemed impossible.
She decided to go ask SHIELD’s resident expert for help. Not that he was much use.
Clint howled with laughter, nearly falling out of his chair.
Sharon stood, arms crossed over her chest, “it’s not funny, Barton.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he rasped, wiping tears from his eyes, “I’ll help you as best as I can. I might not be able to help you out with everything, the lions didn’t exactly love me.”
“Thank you. You’re a life saver. Anything will help me.”
“What have they got you doing?”
“Gymnastics.”
Clint gave out a sound somewhere between a snort and a choke.
“Don’t!” Sharon snapped.
“They gave you that role? With your balance?”
“Shut up!”
“Well, you can fight. That’ll help. How long until you go?”
“A week tomorrow.”
Clint stayed silent for a moment, contemplating.
“I know. We’re not going have enough time.”
“Yeah, we will,” he adamantly stated, “we’re just going to our work cut out for us.” He paused, “Fury better pay me over time for this.”
