Hello dear readers, both old and new, this is my Marvel installment of Changing Fates, and I'm extremedly excited for it.

Although please before you start reading the story please do read this first:

I decided to make this story a bit more interesting by bringing a Potter Trope element to it. You'll see soon enough what.

If you decide that the story it is not to your liking because of that its okay, no hard feelings.

If you think the story is interesting because of it, then let me give you a virtual hug because its extremely awesome and it honestly gives me lots of liberties while writing,

Please do enjoy the story, it was written with love

Happy Readings

Alex.

I groaned as I woke up turning slightly to the side, I didn't remember the bed being this uncomfortable , I opened my eyes lazily and frowned immediately, this was not the hotel. I sat on the bed and looked around, several beds were lined and people where on them, they looked to be in pain, or sick, where the hell was I? The question was sort of answered several minutes later when a young woman dressed like a nurse from the forties walked inside the big room, she took one look at me and smiled. She walked towards me, the smile still on her face, was this a dream? Had I died and this was like pre- heaven?

"You're awake" she said gleefully, she was young probably twenty and her accent was sort of funny, groovy.

"I am" I answered confusedly, she giggled, and I had to refrain myself from raising an eyebrow.

"Sister Laurel thought that you were not going to wake up, after all you inhaled too much smoke" she said, I tilted my head, smoke? What the hell?

"I'm sorry, but can you tell me where am I?" I asked her, her face turned serious.

"Saint Mary's girls hospital" she said as if that was supposed to be enough, she apparently realized that I was as confused as before. "In Brooklyn miss Noir" she said, and she knew my name.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember much" I said carefully, what the hell was I doing in Brooklyn?

"Oh" she said suddenly deflated " You were victim of an explosion, a man brought you here afterwards, he said that he was your butler and that you needed aid as your parents had perished" she said, and I was pretty sure she was confusing me because mom and dad were safely home, I was sure of that.

"Butler?" I asked, she nodded and then suddenly seemed to remember something.

"Here" she said handling me a thick manila envelope "he left you this, he was completely sure that you were going to wake" I took the envelope and eyed her carefully.

"Thank you" I said, she nodded.

"I'll go check on the other patients" she said after an awkward silence.

"Wait, sorry, what's your name?" I asked; she smiled at me.

"Rebecca" she answered, I smiled.

" Well Rebecca, nice to meet you, I'm Alex," I said with a smile, she grinned at me, and with a little bow she left.

I opened envelope and a few things fell out of it, including a silver bed sheet, it seemed to be made of silk, but why would someone give me a bed sheet? I shrugged and grabbed the letter that felt out of the envelope, it was addressed to me, my name written in a beautiful calligraphy, I hummed as I opened the letter and started reading.

Dear Alexandra:

You must surely be confused, and we don't blame you, waking up in a foreign hospital must be horrible, you are to know that you are in Brooklyn and the year is 1943, April to be exact. Do not panic dear, everything will be explained in a moment.

The world is at war, many things will come to pass, men's search of power have not been fruitless, and while in normal circumstances we are sure that everything will run its course, it will, at the definite conclusion of events, end badly. You have been brought here to change this, to make the world a better place, but remember, not everything can be changed, and not all lives can be saved.

With this letter you will found three objects that will aid you in your new life, these objects you have read about countless of times, the resurrection stone, the elder wand and the cloak of invisibility, thy who hold the three, Death's Master shalt be. Magic in this world is unheard of and only a select few believe in it, science and technology are the norm, by handing you the items we trust that you will use your new powers responsibly, you are to become the most powerful being in this universe, even above death itself.

Enjoy this new life Alexandra Noir, and good luck, the understanding of your new powers will come to you, you wanted something exiting to happen in your life, it happened, this is your life now. Everything you should need will be provided to you, and as you might heard you are now an orphan, but heiress to a great fortune, make it grow, and be careful know which battles to fight.

The Fates.

I looked at the letter and blinked several times, 1943, what the actual fuck? I was too much of a feminist to be here, then I remembered the objects and lifted the so-not bed sheet, the ring and the wand were there, was I in the potterverse? No, the letter had said that I was in a place where magic was not popular, so where was I. I grabbed the ring and slipped it in, the stone on it was dark with dark silvery engravings, the wand looked innocent enough and when I grabbed it in my hand sparks came out of its end, I blinked at it, I couldn't go walking around with a wand, as if I had spoken out loud the wand shrank and turned into a delicately carved wooden ring.

I picked it up examining carefully and slipped it in the same finger as the stone, both rings merged as I stared dumbstruck. I eyed the cloak, I was not going to wear silvery drapes around town, I could feel the outrage coming from the thing as if it was alive, I giggled, and before my eyes it turned into a silver pendant of the Deathly Hallows symbol, I took it and clasped in my long necklace that had somehow traveled with me, I had to admit that I was disappointed when no fireworks came out from somewhere, I mean, I sort of was the Master of Death, or was it Mistress now? I shrugged and looked up as I heard footsteps, Rebecca was back and next to her was an old looking man wearing a black tuxedo.

" Mr. Grimm is so lucky that you are still awake" she chirped happily, the so called Mr. Grimm looked at her blandly.

"Yeah, he is, how is it going Mr. G ? " I asked, this was probably my so called butler.

"Lovely mistress, I trust these ladies have treat you right" he said looking at me, his eyes were black as coal, and he had called me, oh shit this dude was Death,

"They have" I said with a smile.

"Perfect, why don't you go change your clothes while miss Barnes helps me filling the forms" he said handing me a small suitcase, I took it and nodded, Rebecca pointed me to where the bathroom was and I went inside.

Death had a fashion sense, I was dressed in a lovely blue skirt with a polka-dotted blouse tucked in and wedges, I looked lovely. My hair fell in soft curls down my back and I was not going to cut it, no way in hell. Once I deemed myself ready I walked out of the bathroom, Rebecca and Death were waiting for me, sheGave me a hug and made me promise that I was going to stay safe, because apparently my comatose body had been there for a few days at least, and so Death walked me out, a black cadillac was waiting for us, he opened the door for me and off we went.

The drive was silent with me appreciating the sights, New York looked so different from what I actually remembered. We stopped in front of a posh looking apartment, Death opened the door again for me and helped me out, I followed him inside the house and he led me to a drawing room, there I sat and waited for him to speak.

" You seem to be taking this better than I expected" he commented as if talking about the weather.

"Don't claim victory yet Mr. Grimm, I'm freaking out, it just hasn't really settled" I said, he nodded and waved his hand, tea appeared on the table, he motioned for me to take a cup.

"Then I'll prepare myself for it mistress" he said grabbing a cup.

"Can you please not call me mistress, it sounds so weird, call me Alex, Alexandra or miss Noir if you must" I said taking a sip, he raised an eyebrow.

"As you wish miss Noir" he said, I nodded.

"How about you, I know that you are Death, and that you use Mr. Grimm with humans which is a bit ironic, Do you have a less formal name I can use? I mean you're supposed to be my butler"

"Mortimer Grimm, Miss Noir, if you must call me or refer to me" the irony was not lost on me, but I supposed that if you were an immortal ageless being you had way too much free time.

"Mortimer" I said trying the name out "Well Mortimer, what does this" I gesticulated with my hands "entails?"

"You being Mistress of Death?" He asked, I nodded " Apart from your gained immortality and powers, it entails paperwork, souls go across and we must keep record of that, its protocol, usually Asgardians are the one who represent the most trouble"

"Did you just say Asgardians, as in Asgard, the realm, like from Marvel?" I asked dumbfounded, Death was apparently not amused.

"Yes, I had thought that the fates had specified that in their letter" I shook my head, he sighed "Alas they probably forgot, yes Miss Noir welcome to the Marvel Cinematic Universe or as we call it Earth - 616 "

" Oh my god" I started hyperventilating, I couldn't be here, I mean I had a family, what about them, or my life, or my friends, what the hell was going on with my life right now, I looked at Death who looked bored, nothing seemed to faze the guy or in this case entity.

I was freaking out, I wanted to be back home, reading the morning newspaper and complaining about useless workers, I did not wanted to be here, no matter how much I loved Marvel, I wanted to go home and I wanted to go now.

"Unfortunately Miss Noir, that is not possible, the fates have decided to give you this opportunity and no matter how much power you hold now, the fates are a tad vindictive when someone tries to mess with them, consider yourself lucky that they have given you free reign upon this earth" he warned me, I calmed down trying to think rationally, I could do this, I was a professional lawyer, several masteries and aPhd under my belt, I was a rational thinking person... Who was now Master of Death in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

"Give me one moment" I said and promptly fainted.

The next time my consciousness returned to me I was laying on the cold floor, I brought myself to a sitting position, and Death was still sitting there as if nothing had happened. I huffed as I sat on the chair again, Death looked at me.

"Was your moment enough?" He asked, I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, Mortimer, by the way, how does this works, the immortality? Will I simply live forever, can I be killed? " Death raised an eyebrow.

"A very valid question miss Noir, yes, you will live forever and no, you can't be killed, if something were to happen to your body as mutilation, burning, freezing or any other eventuality your body will simply regenerate" he explained; I nodded, it was too much to take in.

"And training? I mean, I know a little bit of boxing and self defense but that's practically it, no ninja moves or anything, this is the marvel world, almost everyone is a spy and knows how to fight, I'm practically defenseless here" I complained, he raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose we can add fighting to your training, I will see how you do and then will decide in the style that we will follow, anymore questions?" He asked, I thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

" The wand merged into the ring, how do I use it, or the magic?"

"Your magic miss Noir, and for most part your magic will be instinctual think of The Force, the wand is merely a symbol, by becoming master or mistress of death the person gains the ability of wandless magic, you will have to practice it, yes, but it will come easy to you because of your status" that was interesting, so my magic was kind of awesome.

"That's cool" I said, he waved his hand in dismissal and stood.

"This is your city apartment, your manor is in Long Island and is currently under construction after the fire, until The Noir Estate is habitable you will live here in Brooklyn, now I have a few errands to run so feel free to wander around the house or around the place, I trust that you know how to keep yourself safe" he then checked his pocket for something "Until I come back with your other things, I leave you with 200 dollars in ten and five bucks, if you see something you might want, you will find that in this period of time 200 dollars is a ridiculous amount of money" he said handing me the money, I took it and put it in a purse that appeared next to me.

"Thank you" I said, he nodded and disappeared.

I stood there watching the spot he vacated for a few minutes, what was I supposed to do now? I sighed, a little stroll never kill nobody, right? I walked around searching for a bathroom, I needed a mirror, once found ai checked myself, I looked young, if anything saying that I was 25 was pushing it a little bit, my hair was styled in soft curls, but too long for the time period, not that I was going to cut it, I loved my hair long and dark as it was. Other than looking younger I looked relatively the same, eyes a tad too big, and brown just like my aunt's, high cheekbones, heart-shaped face and the yellowish pale complexion that I had inherited from my parents because of their mixed races.

Once I was done with my observation I decided to grab my purse and head out, Brooklyn was interesting, I walked around looking the several little shops, many children were playing on the sidewalks, I smiled as I passed them, I kept walking loving the place as it had a homey vibe, different to the Brooklyn I knew. I was passing an alley when I heard something, a man was boasting, I stopped and headed back, I approached the entrance of the alley slowly, a man was beating up another man, the other man was shorter and was probably getting a beat up, I sighed already knowing what I was going to do.

"Hey jerk! Mess with someone of your own size" I said getting his attention, he turned and looked lewdly at me, honestly, men.

"And whatta a pretty thing like you gonna do?" He asked, I huffed as he approached me.

"First of all, I am not a thing" I said icily "secondly, this" and I punched him, pretty sure I broke his nose there, and once he was grabbing his face I kneed him on his 'family jewels', he doubled in pain and I smirked "Still want to know what I can do?" He looked at me with hate but decided to leave, I then looked at the smaller man who was on the floor, I went to him and crouched next to him "You okay?"

"I guess" he murmured, I smiled at him and stood offering my hand to him.

"I'm Alexandra Noir, Alex for short" he looked at me with big blue eyes, he took my hand after a few seconds, I helped him up.

"I'm Steve Rogers" he said, and I looked at him again, of course it had to be him, out of all the people I could meet.

"Well Steve Rogers, nice to meet you" I said with a big smile, he was shorter than me, but I was wearing heels, so it didn't count, we were probably the same size, and he was a cute thing.

"Just Steve, nice to meet you too" he said with a small smile.

"Okay" we stood there for a moment awkwardly, "I'm sort of new in the area, mind showing me around?" I asked, he looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Are you sure?" He asked back.

"Sure, I mean we are the only ones here, unless you thought I was talking to the garbage can" I teased, he blushed and nodded "Well, do you mind?"

"No! I mean, no, I don't mind" I giggled, he stood straighter and offered me his hand, I took it gently and we walked out of the alley.

Steve was an interesting person to be around, and he sure knew Brooklyn, in a few hours he had shown me the place and now we found ourselves sitting in a small coffee shop, him telling me about art school, he was so passionate about it, he asked about me and I told him the story about the fire and me waking up a few hours ago, he was surprised and asked about my wellbeing, I assured him that I was fine, when the waiter came back with the receipt, Steve insisted on paying, I rolled my eyes but let him pay, but just because I knew that he was still kind of frustrated about the alley thing.

We walked out of the coffee shop laughing about something that Steve had said, it was getting dark so Steve offered to walk me home, I accepted graciously, on the way home we kept talking about our likes and dislikes, Steve was a really nice guy.

"It was really nice meeting you Steve" I said once we reached the apartment, he smiled at me.

"You too, Alex, thank you for... You know" he said, I grinned.

"You're welcome... Are you doing anything tomorrow?" I asked suddenly, Steve shook his head.

"I was planning on going to Coney Island, why don't you join me?" Steve seemed to consider this, then nodded " Great! My treat, then, after all you paid today"

"Oh, no I couldn't Alex" he said, I glared.

"Come on Steve, I 'm begging" I said dramatically, he laughed "only this once then? Make me happy?"

"Fine" he conceded after a while, I grinned and hugged him, then let go of him as fast as I could, this were the 40's and I was probably weird enough.

"Thanks" I said awkwardly, he was blushing "can you be here at ten?" He nodded " Night Steve"

"Night Alex"