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Pepper ran toward the school. After hearing of her friend since the train ride was dead, she had to figure it out. The fight didn’t make things easier. The last hing she said was to find her when he came to his senses and now he can’t. 

She kept thinking of how it was her fault. She should have never left that lab and should have put her foot down. She had no idea where Steve would be or if he was free to talk. If it dealt with Tony, hopefully so.

Dean managed to get a Phoenix in his class room for the students. He spent a couple hours to make sure the bird was comfortable and not going to fly away. Then again he made a barrier to where it could fly around, but at the same time not injure any students and not attack them. This was for the next day.

Auction 4: Steve Rogers

Alright Witches and Wizards!

When describing the perfect date, no one can help but gasp at the perfection that is Steve Rogers.  Handsome, genuine, and kind–though a little old-fashion–Steve is bound to give you a charming evening.

Annoyance was clear in Natasha’s posture as she walked along, all but fuming. Her arms were crossed, hands tight on her forearms, jaw set. She’d heard some stuff from Clint recently, and while she was glad he had a friend that wasn’t Crowley (who was definitely not a friend)... She wasn’t exactly pleased. Mostly because Tony was getting Clint up to things that, while kind of fun in theory, would probably cause a whole lot of problems in the future.

There wasn’t a ton she knew about Tony, to be honest. That bothered her. She liked knowing things about people. It was reassuring. But Tony... Well, there wasn’t much she’d found about him. He was snarky, he was a Muggleborn, he loved technology. Charming, too, by most accounts, but she wasn’t the sort to fall for that. Her own knack for charming made her skeptical at the best of times.

Another thing she knew, though, was that Tony was friends with someone else. A blond by the name of Steve Rogers. Similarly, a boy she barely knew a thing about. He’d just... Shown up, one day. It was odd, to say the least; it made her curious. How had someone just shown up? It didn’t make sense.