#sarahs-muses

[drthetasigma14]

Potter!verse: “Intern to Eternity.”

@sarahs-muses​

Auror Office, MACUSA Department for Magical Security.

MACUSA HQ, Woolworth Building, New York City, NY, USA.

Early Twenty-First Century.

Tall, stern, brisk, grey hair creeping among the dark brown, Jane Ironsides strode between the Aurors’ desks, her heels clicking rhythmically, ominously on the tiled floor.

Not so long ago, her father had been Deputy Secretary for all of DMS, and she strove to carry on his legacy of law and order, fervent patriotism for both MACUSA and the No-Maj United States, and zero tolerance for threats to either. She wasn’t the friendliest, but she felt she got the job done.

Of course, when she wasn’t being-- undermined-- by namby-pamby goody-two-shoes bleeding-heart intellectual-elite snowflakes--

--ahem. Anyway.

Coming towards the heart of the Auror Office, Ironsides glanced around, hands on her hips, golden-brown eyes narrowed severely.

“I’m looking for Maya Rosario. Rosario? C’mon, speak up, I don’t have all day.”

[sensesdialed-a]

plotted starter for @sarahs-muses​ (gabi)

What kind of villain carries around KATANAS?! Apparently, ones that collect antiques do. Peter starts the mission trying to be stealthy, collecting information, and assessing the situation of whoever this guy is, and what he’ll have to do to defeat him, but that f a i l s, and he ends up getting caught, having to fight him way before he knows what he’s going to do. Things are going well at first, Peter throwing out quips and one-liners as he avoids the hits, ducking and dodging while shooting out webs, able to get kicks and punches in. That is, until he grabs one of his WEAPONS, and before Peter can even process what’s happening, he feels a sudden white-hot PAIN spread through his torso, searing through the new wound on his body. Vision blurs as hands come to his stomach, BLOOD covering them in an instant, when Peter catches sight of the katana used to cut him. Pain reverberates through his body and having a blade cut right through his skin, and he falls through his knees, raising a shaking hand. He has to get OUT OF THERE. 

Luckily, Peter is able to use his webs to get himself off, a huge TEAR in his suit as he lands right in the alleyway where he’d changed, hardly conscious as he finds his backpack. What does he DO? Hastily, Peter manages to get his baggy Midtown Science sweater on, hoping it’ll cover up the wound (it’ll stan through the material, idiot), and TRIES to figure out what to do, feet pounding against the ground with a hand curled around his side, before he can’t TAKE IT anymore, and f a l l s to the ground, head spinning as the world around him blurs. He isn’t going to make it anywhere on his own.