And Then I Wrote Marvel

Salamander (Part 3) (Newt Scamander x Reader)

"MACUSA? They're sending you to sit on MACUSA?" Steve asked you excitedly.

"Yes, Steve, MACUSA. What is it with your obsession with America, anyway?" you asked.

"Land of the free, home of the brave," he recited, a dreamy look in his eyes. "I don't know, it just sounds wonderful."

"You know that alcohol is illegal over there, right?" Bucky asked his friend.

"What's it matter to me? It's not like I can get drunk anymore," Steve answered sheepishly. In the few years following their graduation from Hogwarts, he had signed up to be a subject for magical experimentation. As a result of the experiments, Steve had grown taller than Bucky and put on a lot of muscle. He was stronger and faster, and so were the rest of the functions in his body, and therefore couldn't get drunk, no matter how much alcohol he ingested.

"Boys, these are Americans. If they want alcohol, they'll get their alcohol, and it won't be too hard to find some for yourself," Peggy pointed out.

"Finding good alcohol, though, that's the tricky part," you added. "If you're not careful, you're going to find yourself in a hospital or dead."

"That's a happy thought," Bucky said grimly. "Steve, if you're going to go to the United States with (Y/N), I'm going to have to come with you to make sure that you're not getting into trouble. When are you leaving, anyway?"

"Four days," you sighed. "It looks like they're forcing me to miss the wedding."

Fire erupted in Peggy's eyes. "They can't do that; you're supposed to be my maid of honor!" she exclaimed.

"That's ridiculous!" Steve protested, equally as enraged as his fiancé. "They won't let you wait for this?"

"No, unfortunately. They're getting more and more strict with how they're running things, you know how it is. Everyone is just so worried about Grindelwald now," you said. Your voice suddenly escalated to a high, mocking tone as you recited the guidelines that they had given you. "I am not allowed to leave the country except for in cases of emergency, however, I am allowed to receive and take time off for visitors."

"You sound very excited about all of this, yourself," Peggy remarked sarcastically.

"This will be an adventure for me," you shrugged, bitterness dropping from your voice. "Or, at least, that's what the Minister told me. Just tell me that within a few months, I'll be allowed to take time off to "receive" at least one of you."

"You can count on it," Steve promised. "Peg--"

"Yes, Steve, we will be stopping by New York on our honeymoon," she answered before he asked the question. "We can't just leave you alone and friendless among those American boys. Who knows what they could do to you?"

"You've got to keep up your guard, (Y/N). We won't be there to protect you anymore," Bucky said with a wink. "Although heaven knows that you're the one that's protected us all these years. You've got a lot of fire in you, and you're a real force to be reckoned with if you let it out."

"Glad to know that at least someone's got some faith in me," you joked.

"You're going to do great, (Y/N), and we all know it. It's no mystery why they chose you to sit on MACUSA for them," Steve said. "How long will you be serving, anyway?"

"Three years."

"What?!"
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You sat in an old parliament-style chamber, trying desperately not to think of the past few weeks as the Swiss delegate to MACUSA spoke.