Shrunkyclunks au: Steve and Peggy were a confirmed couple prior to the Valkyrie. Peggy lived a full and ultimately happy life, outliving her husband Gabe and then reuniting with her old flame and good friend Angie Martinelli. She started exhibiting signs of dementia in the early aughts and her family convinced her (eventually) to hire a home nursing agency to help her with day to day things.
She can’t stand them. They are nosy or impersonal, patronizing or obtuse, or usually, just plain silly. One girl looks so much like Dottie Underwood she’s half convinced the Red Room has mastered cloning, and is attempting to use her mental state to gather information.
To say it doesn’t go well is an understatement.
Then in 2008, Tony shows up with one James Barnes, former Army Sargeant turned geriatric nurse. She finds the term ‘geriatric’ insulting, he tells her he read all of her briefings on Sokovia-Russo-US relations from the 50s and 60s, what did she think of the recent elections there?
Mr Barnes, she replies, the day Sokovia has free and fair elections is the day Tony settles down and marries someone. Tony gives an undignified squawk and makes up some national emergency as Peggy and James get on like a house on fire.
Bucky moves down to DC and works with Peggy, helping get during bad days and talking about anything and everything on better ones. It doesn’t stop the dementia from progressing; nothing does, but she does find some comfort in having her Sargeant nearby.
One day Bucky comes back from an errand and finds Peggy in near hysterics, yelling at the visitors she’d been happily entertaining not 30 minutes ago.
(He never stayed in the house when Lorraine or Nick visited)
I want to see him, she shouts (*shouts!*) at Lorraine.
He isn’t ready, she replies. He may never be ready.
It takes Bucky most of the day to calm her down, talking to her, telling stories. It’s a Bad Day now, she doesn’t recognize Bucky at all, calling him Michael or Jarvis or Daniel, once even calling him Steve (Steve fucking Rogers, seriously). She demands he take her on 'their date’ so he helps her up and plays some 40s tunes off Pandora, slow dancing with her in her sitting room, she in her nightgown and robe and he in scrubs.
They watch the Battle of New York on her television two weeks later. Bucky feels the rage build up inside his ribcage when he sees the schmuck in the ripoff Captain America suit running around Manhattan. No wonder Pegs was so upset. She doesn’t let him turn it off, orders him in a voice of steel to keep the tv on. Bucky scouts the perimeter and grabs the handgun from his truck, and doesn’t sleep for two days. He drives up to Brooklyn as soon as Stark sends Happy to stay with Peggy and helps his sister resettle.
A month later he’s back with Peggy and meets Steve (fucking) Rogers at her bedside.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, my statuesque God of Chocolate Thunder,” Garcia said, “Who did Boy Wonder go out with?”
“Y/N,” Morgan replied with a smile. “So much for her being obnoxious and annoying.”
When Morgan looked around the room, everyone was in varying states of surprise and anything but surprised. Garcia was stunned. Emily wore a knowing smile. Hotch and Rossi, of course, weren’t fazed at all. “It’s about damn time he asked her out,” Rossi exclaimed, raising his eyebrows as Spencer walked back into the room to stunned silence.
“Why is everyone so quiet?” Spencer asked, sitting down at the table with the god-given elixir that was his cup of coffee. “Were you waiting for me to start?”
“No,” Hotch said, surprising everyone else by being the first one to talk. “It’s just that when you left the room, you left your phone on the table.” It was so rare for Hotch to be smiling at work, no less in the conference room, where such grotesque, demented crimes were discussed, but there he was, teasing Spencer. “You got a text.”
Immediately, the confused look on Spencer’s face turned to a busted one. He still tried to play it off though. “I’ll answer it later. No big deal.”
“No big deal!” Garcia asked, eliciting laughter from the rest of their friends. “No big deal? You’re going out with Y/N!”
Spencer slapped his hands over his face, burying his head to try and contain his embarrassment. Not that she was embarrassing, he just didn’t know how to handle talking about his romantic life (or more often, his lack of one) in front of his friends. “We went on one date,” he said quietly, trying as hard as he could to downplay the situation.
Of course, that didn’t work.
“You’ve only gone on one date so far,” Morgan replied with a sly smile. “She said, ‘I had a great time last night. Looking forward to the next one.’”
“I thought you said she was obnoxious,” Emily laughed. She couldn’t count the amount of times Spencer had complained about having to work with her. It was hysterical every time because he was the only one that didn’t seem to get that the reason they butted heads so much was because they were all too similar.
“She is obnoxious!” Spencer exclaimed, remembering the way she called him stubborn. He wasn’t stubborn, she was. “She said I was stubborn.”
“You are stubborn!” everyone said simultaneously, laughing at Spencer’s expression of indignation. “You’re being stubborn about being stubborn.” Morgan couldn’t contain his laughter - this is what he had been saying for years.
Spencer scrunched his mouth shut. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with his friends today. He just had to resign himself to being ragged on for the remainder of the day. “I am not stubborn. Can we just get to the case please?” he asked, desperate to turn the attention away from himself.
“Sure thing, lover boy,” JJ laughed.
Their case out in California was different to say the least. While their normal victims tended to be children, teenagers or adults, their three victims so far were a minimum of 60 years old.
“So all three of these victims had in-home care after a surgery and died suddenly of the flu, all within a 15 block radius?” Reid asked Garcia over the connection on the jet.
Despite the distance between the BAU and the airborne jet, the furious sound of typing could be heard throughout the jet. “All three of the victims, Geraldine Walters, Harvey Burns, and George Johnson were all relatively healthy, but needed help with daily activities after surgery. Geraldine had a knee replaced, Harvey had a hip replaced and George had a stent put in his heart. Other than that, no one had any issues, except that they all came down with the flu after their surgeries. Geraldine and Harvey have unfortunately already been cremated, so we aren’t going to be able to get anything from them, but after George died, his daughter contacted the police. She knew the other two victims in passing and claimed she found it odd that three relatively healthy people died within such a short time and with no actual cause of death,” she continued. “She claimed that her father had never had the flu in his life; he never got sick.”
“It is odd,” Emily said, looking between the files of all three victims. “The likelihood of having that many healthy individuals come down with the flu during a time when the flu isn’t common and die suddenly in such a concentrated area is unlikely, but it could just be a coincidence, and with two of three already having been cremated, we’re going to have a difficult time proving that anything nefarious happened.”
Everyone agreed, wondering if this trip was going to turn out to be a waste. But better safe than sorry. “Well, working under the assumption that something nefarious is going down, what kind of person are we looking for?” Rossi asked.
“If they were actually sick, it would be considered an angel of mercy style killing,” Spencer started, “but given that they were relatively healthy, we are looking for someone sadistic, and although serial killers of this kind tend to be male, we definitely can’t rule out a female killer either. As a matter of fact, when it comes to this type of killer, a female is even more likely than the typical serial killer.”
JJ rolled her eyes. “Typical serial killer. We have such wonderful jobs, don’t we?”
“Alright,” Hotch started, “When we touch down, Emily, you go interview Geraldine’s son and daughter. JJ, take Harvey’s son. Reid, you and Morgan take George’s daughter and the in-home nurse he had, and Rossi, you and I will go to the funeral home that took care of all three funerals. Morgan and Reid, ask George’s daughter if she objects to her father being exhumed for an autopsy.”
As the plane started to descend, they all hoped that this was a false alarm, because if they did have some kind of angel of mercy, sadistic or otherwise, on their hands, they were going to be extremely difficult to catch - at least without another victim.
With JJ, Emily, Hotch and Rossi off to pursue other avenues, Morgan and Reid headed off to interview George’s daughter and his at-home nurse. “Hello,” Morgan said as a young woman about 30 years old opened the door. “I’m Agent Morgan, this is Dr. Reid, are you Helena, George’s daughter?”
“Yes, come in,” she said, inviting the two agents inside. “Thank you for coming. Everyone says I’m overreacting, but I really feel like something is wrong.”
“It could be nothing,” Reid said, “But in cases like this where many people die in a short period of time in a concentrated area, we do what’s called an equivocal death investigation to determine the cause of death. Can you tell us about your father? How was his health beforehand?”
As the three sat down in the middle of the living room, alongside George’s at-home nurse, Fiona, Helena did her best to describe her father through the tears. “Besides his heart problems, which were genetic and he was ready for as he got older, he was unbelievably healthy. Heart problems run in our family. He had a 90% blockage in one of his arteries, despite the fact that he was healthier than I was, so he had a stent put in. That’s when I called Fiona to help him with his daily routine while I was at work.”
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” Fiona stuttered, “He was such a sweet man.”
“Fiona,” Morgan asked, “How long had you been taking care of Mr. Johnson?”
She took a deep breath, linking her arm into Helena’s. The two had been friends since college. “A little over two weeks,” she said, “depending on how he was feeling, it could’ve been another two to four weeks.”
“And how long had he been sick?” Reid asked.
“About four days.”
“Last two questions,” Morgan said, “Was there anyone but the two of you with him in the past four days? And is it okay if we exhume your father? There is a chance that something will show up on the autopsy.”
Fiona pulled out a card with the name and number of her in-home care agency on it. “I had a family emergency of my own to deal with earlier in the week, so I couldn’t make it here until the afternoon. I was told that the agency sent two different nurses to cover those mornings.”
“If exhuming my father proves that he was actually murdered, like I think he was, then you do whatever you need to.”
“Ok, thank you. Please let us know if you can think of anything else that might help,” Reid said as the two stood up to leave.
Morgan and Reid walked outside, immediately contacting the agency to see who else treated Mr. Johnson. Spencer pulled out his phone to see a list of missed texts from the rest of the team. Emily and JJ both said that the first two victims’ children also said that their parents were ridiculously healthy, so coming down with the flu was out of the ordinary, while Hotch and Rossi said that the funeral home claimed there was nothing out of the ordinary. “Rossi purposely asked if anyone had any skin discoloration or if they could detect the scent of bitter almonds, but there was nothing out of the ordinary,” Reid said.
“What would that indicate?” Morgan asked as he pulled out into the street and toward the agency.
“Cyanide poisoning,” he replied. “But there was nothing.” As the two made their way to the agency, Spencer texted Y/N to let her know that he probably wouldn’t be back in time for their next tentative date. Thankfully, being in the same field, she was well aware of the difficulties and just extended her expertise if necessary.
“You got another date set up?” Morgan asked, trying to talk about anything but the case for a moment.
“We did,” he replied, “But I have a feeling this case is going to have us here for a while.”
Before heading back to the station, where the rest of the team had already convened, Reid and Morgan headed to the agency, where the head of the facility referred them to Mr. Johnson’s other nurses, Sam Meyers and Maryann Trotta.
“I don’t know,” Morgan said, leaving the agency and finally heading toward the station. “The way Maryann was talking about his symptoms, it was almost as if she hadn’t been treating him. She claimed he’d only been coughing slightly, while Fiona insists that he was violently ill.”
Spencer didn’t have a good feeling about her either. “She’s definitely hiding something. We just have to figure out what and why.”
And they needed to find out quickly. Minutes after they returned to the station, the local authorities got a call indicating there was another victim. “Jennifer Valesky died of flu-like symptoms about five blocks from George Johnson’s house. She was apparently healthy,” he said.
If they weren’t already feeling as though there was a killer on the loose, that cemented it. Four victims within a week and a half and in a now-17 block radius. “We have an angel of death in the area,” Hotch said.
1990 - Nelson Mandela is released Nelson Mandela’s greatest pleasure, his most private moment, is watching
the sun set with the music of Handel or Tchaikovsky playing.
Locked up in his cell during daylight hours, deprived of music, both
these simple pleasures were denied him for decades. With his fellow
prisoners, concerts were organized when possible, particularly at
Christmas time, where they would sing. Nelson Mandela finds music very
uplifting, and takes a keen interest not only in European classical
music but also in African choral music and the many talents in South
African music. But one voice stands out above all - that of Paul
Robeson, whom he describes as our hero.
The years in jail reinforced habits that were already entrenched: the
disciplined eating regime of an athlete began in the 1940s, as did the
early morning exercise. Still today Nelson Mandela is up by 4.30am,
irrespective of how late he has worked the previous evening. By 5am he
has begun his exercise routine that lasts at least an hour. Breakfast is
by 6.30, when the days newspapers are read. The day s work has begun.
With a standard working day of at least 12 hours, time management is
critical and Nelson Mandela is extremely impatient with unpunctuality,
regarding it as insulting to those you are dealing with.
When speaking of the extensive traveling he has undertaken since his
release from prison, Nelson Mandela says: I was helped when preparing
for my release by the biography of Pandit Nehru, who wrote of what
happens when you leave jail. My daughter Zinzi says that she grew up
without a father, who, when he returned, became a father of the nation.
This has placed a great responsibility of my shoulders. And wherever I
travel, I immediately begin to miss the familiar - the mine dumps, the
colour and smell that is uniquely South African, and, above all, the
people. I do not like to be away for any length of time. For me, there
is no place like home.
Mandela accepted the Nobel Peace Prize as an accolade to all people who
have worked for peace and stood against racism. It was as much an award
to his person as it was to the ANC and all South Africa s people. In
particular, he regards it as a tribute to the people of Norway who stood
against apartheid while many in the world were silent.
We know it was Norway that provided resources for farming; thereby
enabling us to grow food; resources for education and vocational
training and the provision of accommodation over the years in exile. The
reward for all this sacrifice will be the attainment of freedom and
democracy in South Africa, in an open society which respects the rights
of all individuals. That goal is now in sight, and we have to thank the
people and governments of Norway and Sweden for the tremendous role they
Breakfast of plain porridge, with fresh fruit and fresh milk.
A favourite is the traditionally prepared meat of a freshly slaughtered
sheep, and the delicacy Amarhewu (fermented corn-meal).
1989 - Penn’s 1996 Baccalaureate Speaker is The Right Reverend Barbara
Clementine Harris, a Philadelphian who was the first woman ever to
become a bishop in the Anglican Communion. Bishop Harris entered the
priesthood after a long and successful career in public and community
relations in Philadelphia between 1949 and 1977. On graduation from the
Charles Morris Price School she joined Joseph V. Baker Associates Inc
and rose to president. She also held senior posts with the Sun Company
from 1968 until 1977, when she began her theological studies at
Villanova University. Studying later at the Urban Theology Unit in
Sheffield, England, she then graduated from the Pennsylvania Foundation
for Pastoral Counseling, and was ordained a deacon in 1979 and a priest
Before she was consecrated a bishop in 1989, she had been
Priest-in-Charge of St. Augustine of Hippo in Norristown, serving also
as as a prison chaplain and as counsel to industrial corporations for
public policy issues and social concerns. Named executive director of
the Episcopal Church Publishing Company in 1984, she was also publisher
of The Witness, and she held the additional post of interim rector of
Philadelphia’s Church of the Advocate in 1988. Bishop Harris is a member
of the Union of Black Episcopalians, and among other activities she
represents the national Episcopal Church on the board of the Prisoner
Visitation and Support Committee, and is vice president of Episcopal
City Mission of the Diocese of Massachusetts.
1976 - Clifford Alexander Jr Clifford Alexander, Jr. is confirmed as the first African American
Secretary of the Army. He will hold the position until the end of
President Jimmy Carter’s term.
1971 - Whitney Young Jr., National Urban League director Whitney M. Young, Jr. was Executive Director of the National Urban
League from 1961 until his tragic, untimely death in 1971. He worked
tireless to bring the races together, and joined the tenets of social
work, of which he was an outstanding practitioner, to the social
activism that brought the Urban League into the forefront of the civil
Whitney was constantly in search of solutions to the racism that plagued
Americans and caused black Americans to be regulated to second-class
citizenship in the land they fought and died for. A relentless advocate
for the poor, he visited rural and urban communities and advocated their
cause to the nation. He was a close adviser to Presidents Kennedy and
Johnson, and conferred with President Nixon; helping to shape the
policies of three administrations and playing a major role in the
development of the War on Poverty. He was a key figure in bringing the
now-legendary 1963 March on Washington to fruition; and was a major
force in bringing black leadership together in a united front for
progress. Whitney’s eloquent testimony before Congressional committees
and his powerful appeals to business, professional and civic leaders
helped create an environment in which African Americans forged ahead to
win new opportunities.
1961 - February 11, Robert Weaver sworn in as administrator of the Housing and
Home Finance Agency, highest federal post to date by a Black American.
1898 - Owen L. W. Smith of North Carolina, AME Zion minister and educator, named minister to Liberia.
1783 - Jarena Lee was born The
daughter of former slaves, born in Cape May, New Jersey.
Jarena Lee is the considered the first female preacher in the African
Methodist Episcopal Church.
In 1836, she published her autobiography, THe Life and Religious
Experiences, of Jarena Lee, a Coloured Lady, Giving an Account of Her
Call to Preach the Gospel.
Her maiden name is unknown and the year of her death is uncertain. She
married Joseph Lee, a minister of a Black church in Snow Hill (Lawnside -
about 6 miles from Philadelphia) in 1811.
1644 - First Black legal protest in America pressed by eleven Blacks who
petitioned for freedom in New Netherlands (New York). Council of New
Netherlands freed the eleven petitioners because they had “served the
Company seventeen or eighteen years” and had been “long since promised
their freedom on the same footing as other free people in New
I live in England, and my flat is owned by a Housing Trust, meaning it’s a rented public property (Basically a council flat). I moved in last November and the first thing I did was to go and meet my downstairs neighbour.
Our flats are an old house, converted into flats. We both get a front door and our own front (and back) gardens. I have the upstairs flat, meaning I get a little downstairs storage space and then a nice upstairs flat & a gate into my back garden. Downstairs flat doesn’t have inside storage space, but they get two sheds in the back garden and a back door. My flat is directly atop theirs even though our doors are side by side.
Anyway! I move in and go and say hello to my neighbours. I introduce myself, explain that I have TV/Music on every hour that I’m in (for mental health reasons I can’t sit in silence) and of course I’ll try and keep it quiet, but this is a new flat, noise levels will be different to where I last lived and if it’s too loud, just come bang on my door and I’ll naturally turn it down.
My neighbour [We’ll call her Charlotte from now on] smiled and nodded and assured me that it’s fine, they’re a little loud too and the same goes for if they keep me up.
Alright, I just needed to ramble briefly about a couple of things. Because well, what a huge cross there is right next to Mary… I don’t like this framing at all, because I simply don’t see Mary in any way in this kind of “trope”, but whatever. So.. what’s the popular theory? Ketch turns Mary into his scarecrow/tin man and kills the real one? And will Sam go to similar length as Max as well, because he can’t be without Dean and thus turns him into a scarecrow/tin man as well? It sure would drive the point home how Dean’s agency has been on the line all season… But yeah.. in any case it doesn’t look good, but when is it ever on SPN ;P