A/n: So here's my attempt of a semi Vampire Diaries –crossover-Avengers story. Takes place in movie verse of the Avengers and before season 2 of Vampire Diaries. I am gonna say it upfront. Katherine Pierce will only be the VD character in this story because I do love her so much. Enjoy!

Prologue

1943, New York

Despite the overcast hanging over the city skylines and grim grey mood of the situation in general, a result of the war, the bar was still swinging. The cheery beats from the local band kept its patrons in the mood as they downed their worries and sorrows away. Drunken laughter filled the tavern as men and women mingled, forgetting in that moment a war brewed between nations or that their loved ones could be lost in the battlefield.

That was what amused her most about these people, humans. Their ability to cope and adapt because their survival as a race demanded it. It was a trait of theirs that has not changed in over thousands of years.

That much she knew because like them, she too has adapted to fit in and to survive.

A catcall announced her arrival as she strolled into the local tavern, a place called the Stork club, pausing briefly as her gaze drifted over the stage where several dancers held the attention of a group of rowdy men. She could sense the curious and leeches eyes observing her as she strode toward the bar. Even the bartender looked up to study this newcomer.

She knew what they saw. An unescorted young dark-haired woman in a tight maroon dress and a simple clutch purse cradled in gloved hands. Around her neck, a cameo necklace rested against her collarbone. Everything about her spoke of class and elegance and most would assume she was an adventurous young lady.

A television behind the bar was playing a repeated film of the nation's recently fallen hero, a man who vanished a week ago in battle. She has seen it too many times over the past seven days for her liking, having memorised every detail of it including the honoured man's masked features and glorified name. Yet they never once revealed his given name. A pity.

"What will it be, ma'am?" the bartender asked.

"Scotch, on the rocks." she said before turning her attention to the only other woman in the bar without a companion, sitting on the stool beside her.

The woman was very beautiful and looked as though she was here on a date if it wasn't for her red-shot eyes that held so much pain in them that could not be drowned away by the many shot glasses in front of her.

"Seat taken?" she asked.

The woman glanced at her in surprise, probably by the fact that someone spoke to her. When she answered, the accent was distinctively British further inquiring her curiosity. "No. Please, by all means."

"You here alone?" she asked as her drink was served.

The woman gave her a tight smile, her sadness evident. "I am supposed to be here on a date but…"

Yes, definitely British.

"He stood you up?"

"Not exactly." the British female said quietly. "He went missing in action a week ago. We made a date before he did, to meet here, today at eight o'clock… I was supposed to teach him how to dance."

When she chuckled to herself, there was an underlining core of despair as though she knew that the man she was waiting for wasn't going to come. And yet this woman still waited.

Humans were interesting and it has been so long since she had someone to talk it. It seemed that this woman would have to do to fill her boredom while she was in New York momentarily.

"What's your name?" she asked, signalling the bartender for more refills.

"Peggy Carter. And you are?"

She smiled, offering her perfectly trimmed hand as opposed to Peggy's war-battered one. "Katherine."

Despite the numerous men hitting on them throughout the night, they felt no inclination to leave and just continued to talk endlessly into the night. Or rather Peggy did, mumbling how naïve this man was to women and yet at the same that was what endeared him to her. Katherine suspected it was mostly the alcohol talking.

Then at midnight, several men came for her and she left, disappearing from the place as silently as she had come. She had no idea what became of Peggy after nor did she care much although she did request the bartender look out for her just in case. The men seeking her out was lost to the forming dancing crowd before they even realised she was there.

But either way, it looked as though her visit to New York was over. Time to disappear again. Time to move on and keep running until the ends of the earth.

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